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One and two and three. Oi, you two. Want to pump each other? Do it in a ring.

Come on. Five,

six,

seven,

eight.

Right. On your back. I'll let you say that to all the girls. True. And most of

them are in better shape than you.

Come on.

Oh, I've done more than that. You will be come Saturday week. I've seen this

scuntall boy in action.

So don't call him bazooka for nothing.

Turn him sideways, you can't see him, but he's got a left like a mallet. And

you ain't in shape, he's going to hammer you. Whose side are you on?

I can't bear to sight a blunt.

Come on, throw the ball.

What is it?

You all right? I always do this when I'm really enjoying myself, don't I?

Hang about.

What happened? He's defensive.

I couldn't get him to restart.

So? So I got frustrated.

And? I hit him in the head.

What, deliberately?

Oh, no, sir. Nothing like that. More accidental than intentional.

Weren't it, Sal?

Sir, he was coming in hard like you told me to. And he's come into contact.

Yeah, all right.

Someone been in the ward?

Oh, hello, Dave. You've got to keep a professional eye on this one. He's got

instincts. Hello, Mr Connolly. Mr Tiger, are you responsible for this?

Professional foul.

Smart arse. You put me on your foot, sir. You promote me. I'm the greatest. I

the greatest.

Now, you're a bloody hooligan.

There's another one over there, an extremist. Yeah, he's done his wrist.

Don't you get enough violence in the course of one day?

Mind what, sir? Let him get out of their system here under supervision.

That way, we might prevent a lot of aggro later.

Jake Barrett's school for muggers, then? Well, sir... Oh, my God, no.

Steve?

It's Mum.

You're joking.

Also, my boss, would you believe?

You'll be on jankers for a week.

Now, this I've got to win.

Come on, Sergeant, lead the way. I want to bathe you for this.

It looks good, Bill. It'll be a burnt offering.

What is this?

Don't you reserve treatment just for him? You know his wrists could have been

broken.

You think that's funny?

Well, let's say it's not that serious.

Well, I want a second opinion. I'll ask for it. I'll ask for it. What do you

think?

Take it easy, son. Just have a feel around.

That hurt?

That? I just bought a tender, that's all.

That's all?

Well, Mum, do me a favour. It's not one.

It's nothing serious.

Get away, you're a moaner. Well,

it is painful. Yeah, I'll put a bandage on it.

You'll tend and you'll depart.

It should have a cold compress on it.

Lots of ice upstairs.

Can I offer you folks a drink?

That's very kind of you.

Quickie?

All right.

Fine. Sure.

Pleasure.

You a local girl?

That's right.

You must have a hearing up.

Hearing up? What for?

Have their collars cut.

Some of them play hard to get.

No accounting for taste.

Do the honors, will you, Jake?

My butler's night off.

Maggie?

Incredible. Really?

What do you have to drink?

Champagne.

Steve? You know, this wristband is in a coke.

Oh, live dangerously, Steve. Have something in it.

Nothing.

James?

Whiskey, water, no ice.

There's malt if you prefer it.

I prefer it.

It's a Hocken.

Yes. You don't like him?

I don't know.

No. He doesn't do much for me.

Then he can go.

What do you mean?

I'll have him removed.

One blank space.

Who's your favourite painter?

Painter? Name him.

You're trying to embarrass me.

On the contrary.

I'm trying to... Impress me.

Get to know you.

If that's acceptable.

No one could ever accuse you of being devious.

No one ever has.

What about Mrs. Connolly?

The ex -Mrs. Connolly is now Mrs. Anthony Davenport.

I'm sorry.

I think I prefer people to possessions.

I've never been an acquisitive person.

Have you worked at it?

I've never had the... Opportunity?

I was going to say inclination, but you're right. I've never had the

either. Think about it.

Is that a proposition?

No.

An intellectual exercise.

Wobbles, bangles and beads.

It's the smacks of slave girls somehow.

Oh.

You're a liberal.

Let's just say I'm liberated.

Let's say diamonds are a bad girl's best investment.

I'm not up on market trends.

What are bad men investing?

Diamonds. What else?

I asked for that.

I'm kidding.

No?

I was brought up in a strictly conformist home. If you didn't conform,

your arse tanned.

When I entered the great wide world, I thought that a man's best friend was a

dog.

Then? The inevitable.

I met a first -class bitch.

Enough to make a man cynical.

Or more discriminating.

Don't you view all women that way? Through a glass, darkly?

I've got an idea my prospects are getting brighter.

Better answer it.

It could be one of your prospects.

Connolly.

Ah, guten Tag, Jürgen. Wie geht's?

Ja, ja, das geht alles in Ordnung.

Mit diesem Mann haben wir keine Probleme.

Rufe ihn bitte morgen um 18 .30 Uhr an und sage ihm, der Vertrag muss morgen

Abend abgeschlossen werden.

Ja, ja.

Ja, stimmt.

Ich lasse dann wieder von mir hören.

Tschüss.

Zum Wohl.

Venmo. I'm impressed.

But you've fallen in love with the view.

It's impressive.

You prefer it to my paintings?

Well, I wasn't making comparisons, but you've got both. What more do you want?

Jay? What can I do for you?

You'd like an introduction?

Oh, I'm sorry. Give me a card and I'll bring it on a silver silver.

A simple introduction would do fine.

Maggie Forbes, Dave Connolly.

Hello.

Hello. Anything else?

Yeah. How about refilling our glasses?

How about helping yourself?

Competition time.

Nice guy.

Jake? I won't hear a word against him.

You're fond of him?

I'm fond of him.

And Mr Forbes?

He died.

Oh, I shouldn't... I'm suddenly in the mood.

All right. Yeah, yeah, sure. You play chess?

Not very well. I try. I'm not very good. I play the odd game now and then with

Steve just to keep my hand in.

Why? You play seriously?

Always. Mate in one?

I don't play games.

Am I out of order?

No. The field's clear. I'm not interfering.

You're very direct.

Here. That's enough. Come on. Who cares?

Oh, I do.

I have to watch him while he's driving.

You haven't answered my question.

You could take offence.

But you won't?

There's no one in my life.

That's all right, then.

You like whining?

Mm. Dining?

Well, what do you do?

You play cards?

Canasta. Oh.

How about horses? You like racing? The sport of kings?

Nope. Well, riding, then.

I've got a few friends in the racing world. Access to one or two stables. If

should ask you to come for a canter... Give you a tip.

What? Don't ask.

Boats, then.

You must like boats.

No? No.

You realise we've got nothing in common?

I enjoy a good bout, though.

You do?

Mm -hm.

You're having me on.

The noble art.

Ringcraft, footwork, combination punching.

I was brought up on it. My dad's a fanatic.

Right, tomorrow night, the Albert Hall, an eliminator. Two boys, fantastic. I

mean, real potential world class. And I ought to know, because I own them.

Hello.

You all right?

Those stairs from the landing, you should have oxygen masks.

Aye, you're having a party, I won't intrude. Oh, you mean you're not

Only if you insist.

Would you mind taking my hat, young lady?

Please, don't offer me a chair. I'm trying to give them up. But I will have

brandy Benedictine in a straight glass. Thank you.

Good evening, my dear.

So,

where are the nuts?

We're just leaving.

Oh, nice one. Quick on the cues.

I feed them, you field them.

You off?

We're eating or not? Sure.

See? Come on, love.

Well, how do I get in touch?

Well, dial 999.

Thanks for the drink.

Night.

Yeah, thanks, Dave. Night. Well?

Seven dials. Ask for DI, of course.

Might even get to us.

What do you like?

Call again.

So, tell me about Dave Connolly.

What's the tell?

He's not sure about you, Bob.

So I gathered.

He owns a penthouse upstairs and this gymnasium.

His dad was a pipe motor. Old school, Milan Road.

Dedicated. You know what I mean?

Son following in father's footsteps.

Why not?

Family tradition.

Shows a certain loyalty.

Well, I only know Dave as a man who allows me access to the gym twice a

regardless. Expense?

More inconvenient.

And the money comes from where?

He's an entrepreneur, isn't he?

You what?

Nowadays, it's all down to television link -ups. World title fight takes place

where? Montana?

Mombasa? Yeah, but with him, it's not just money.

So he's charitable. He can afford to be.

Meantime, you're coaching future talent.

Like me.

Take it easy, Rocky. You just sprained your wrist.

What else?

He's got an interest in a nightclub. What?

Casino Royale.

He's in property. Runs a number of travel agencies.

That's it.

Nothing elite?

Not to my knowledge, no.

So, no form. He's clean.

He's spotless.

Groomed and manicured.

Why?

He's interesting.

Let's eat, shall we?

Excuse me, lad.

You dropped a ricket there, eh, Frank?

I'm saying nothing. You moved out of your league. It's a big mistake, that.

Didn't Mummy warn you about playing with the big boys?

Good stuff.

Look, you don't have to act dumb or aggressive, Frank. You're the natural.

Now, let's have a talk about D .D. Rodney. Leave off.

Small bank, local, nothing spectacular, and you spend an entire weekend

burrowing into the vault. Now, why?

I'd exuberant guess, Bill.

What were you looking for?

What are you on about?

There's more to Dealey Road than meets the eye, Frank.

You're fishing. For something bigger than you.

You're bluffing, son.

You reckon?

I want a parley. Oh, no way, Frank. No deals. I've got you banged to right.

I want a word with my brief.

You know how long I've been here.

No food, no fags, no phone call.

Nothing. It's being taken care of. So's my fanny.

Have you seen that hole I'm banged up in?

Bloody carsey.

Nothing for an animal.

Well, you said it, Frank. I didn't.

Well, OK, play dumb. You want to be a martyr, I'll provide the firewood. But

don't go yelling when you get burnt. Do me a favour.

The biggest favour I could do you would be to leave you in possession of your

bootlaces.

Mason?

Uh, Bob Croft's still, uh... Sweating Frank Crowley, sir.

Jimbo? In a tank, probably.

Maggie?

Out for the evening.

Possibly. One probable, one possible. You don't give much away, do you? Bob,

making noises, yeah?

Yes, uh, well, when you think is right.

We'll go in in relays, keep the pressure up. You'll crack before we do.

Cheers.

Now, uh, apropos Maggie.

Yes, sir? I get the impression she's, uh... Happy?

Well, I was going to say, otherwise engaged. She's shot off early every

this week.

I think she's beginning to discover there's possibly more to life than

being a police officer.

Oh, those are words?

No.

Well? Oh, I wonder if you will. Thank you.

Sheriff, I have coffee here on the terrace, Mr. Connery. Thank you,

The meal was superb, William.

Thank you, Mrs. Horwood.

Thank you, William.

Well, he'll have to go.

Go? What do you mean?

His oriental inscrutability slipped a notch, didn't you notice?

It's a crime?

Never happened before.

Never? All the ladies you've wined and dined on this terrace?

It's a filthy lie. Ask him. Oh, I bet he's with full discretion.

A couple of references?

Guaranteed to show no emotion?

It's a shame to see someone break up like that. Oh, stop it.

It's your fault. Oh, I'm sure.

One of yours. That way you stand through.

What do I do?

Annex.

I'm a very good dancer.

He's also a highly skilled bodyguard.

Bodyguard? William?

He looks so... well, he's over nine.

Just goes to show.

Show what?

That appearances can be deceptive.

True.

Very true.

I think I should be making a move.

I feel I'm in the mood to... to do something foolish. Foolish?

I meant... Underneath,

you're quite an innocent, aren't you?

I feel like a girl on my first date.

Why don't you just let go?

You'll catch me.

Very easily.

I've been thinking.

Are you interested?

This could be earth -shattering.

Send me a memo.

There speaks the bureaucrat.

What are you, a theist?

Anyone ever told you you've got the most beautiful eyes?

Even first thing in the morning?

People generally treat me with respect.

You first thing in the morning.

You feel like talking?

No. If you want to, I will.

You prefer tea or coffee?

You woke me up just to ask me that.

Future rep, that's all.

I mean, you keep a file.

Unfair. Sorry.

Last night, I hadn't intended. I mean, it's not what I planned.

Planned? What do you mean?

Big seduction scene, dedicated police officer.

Not what I planned.

Well, I'm glad.

I'm glad it's not what you planned, because if you'd planned it, it wouldn't

have worked.

But it did.

I mean, it worked for me. You sound surprised. I am. Why?

You're not even my type.

I usually like them long, blonde and willowy.

Oh. Is that my cue to get up and leave quietly without any fun? No.

I prefer you to stay right where you are until further notice.

I will do.

I think I'm... How do you feel?

I feel wonderful.

And very sleepy.

You? Fine.

As regards the future?

A rose hip tea and one spoonful of honey.

Next question.

You have to go in today? I mean, you have to report for duty?

What is the time?

Just after five.

Five?

My God, you are a sadist, and we have no future.

Five pounds, bloody five.

Been a long night.

You intent going on? I've got time.

What more do you want?

D .R. Cross got a bee in his bonnet. He wants a stinger up his kilt.

You think she'll hold him out?

I've told you. He wants a name.

I've given you three.

Well, Billy Enders, John, Jackie Tate.

That's a team. Now, who set the job up, Frank?

I did.

Well? Nothing, sir.

Nothing? Well, with respect, sir, I think we're barking up the wrong tree.

Well, if that was your attitude down there... Yeah, all right, all right, all

right. Sir, madame.

Now, you worked at him. I did.

Well, maybe I didn't work at him hard enough, eh? Yeah, all right. Now, come

it's been a long night.

Let's recap from the top. To all intents and purposes, just another bank job.

Agreed? Frank Crowley's the governor. There's no question of that. And their

muscle. They might have found or discovered a bit of brain.

They started tunnelling before the staff had left on that Friday. And then we

got the tip -off. From that information, I organised a Hoxton swoop, picked up

Frank Crowley and collected a... What?

Just over £40 ,000 of the jewellery, about £30 ,000 in cash.

You can't describe that as a bad night's work. Tip of the iceberg.

You reckon? It's a gut reaction, but I'm convinced I'm right. But you don't go

along with that.

No, Gov, I don't.

My opinion? They're the cowboys they always were.

The wild bunch.

We know.

Frank Crowley, Billy Enders, Joe and Jackie Tate.

Small -time villains after cash.

Vault contained a lot of items left there for safekeeping.

Apart from the bank's own cash, you've got all the usual valuables.

Old gold, antique silver, Krugerrand, sovereigns. Funny money in tin boxes.

Non -traceable, instantly disposable.

So what do you reckon? They've gone in looking for reddies, literally stumbled

across this jewellery, out of the way? Yeah. Why?

Well, they got greedy.

According to Frank, they took it and they couldn't unload it. One of them

panicked, sinks the insurance money and puts out the whisper. Frank does?

Yeah. The gospel according to St Francis.

All right, let's have your version.

It's largely academic.

You mean guesswork?

Educated guesswork, Gov.

And I've been in your great metropolis for seven years.

And during that time... Things change.

Constantly, but one thing that seldom changes is a master craftsman's

Now, Dealey Road is a small bank. It doesn't house the crown jewels, and yet

it's got the trademark all over it. Now, why?

Could be someone was using it for a rehearsal, a dummy run, you know, or...

there was something in that vault that someone wanted.

Like what?

I don't know.

Well, where's the educated guesswork? The modus operandi, the trademark.

It's appeared all over town.

Now, having made a study of five of the biggest blags that have occurred in and

around London over the last few years, it is my considered opinion that every

single one of them was masterminded by the same man.

Mr. Big.

You don't go for my master plan of theory, do you, Sergeant?

No, sir, I don't. You think he's a figment, a fantasy figure, that it?

Something like that, sir, yes.

It's like knowing a painter and the way he paints so well that you can recognise

his work anywhere. Good grief. And like a painter, this man has an eye for

detail.

Look, his planning is meticulous. A man who allows for every contingency in the

planning, the execution and the aftermath. A man with flair and

An artist.

All right, so he's brilliant. The architect of organised crime, you must

been. You can call him what you like, Garth. But if we ever catch up with this

man, I'll pay my bottom dollar he'll be someone with a sound cover.

Someone who puts up the front money, plans the job and collects the lion's

of the proceeds.

In which case, he'll have a couple of passports and at least one backdoor.

takes him straight to a seven -figure balance in a Swiss -numbered account.

Oh, William.

That's very impressive.

You don't expect me to eat all this, do you? You make a good report.

To Mr Connolly?

Of course.

Rosehip tea.

Mr. Connolly left instructions.

Mr. Connolly is an early bird.

Of course.

It is necessary.

Why necessary?

Mr. Connolly catch morning flight to the continent.

Continent? To Geneva, Switzerland.

He will return this evening.

What's this?

Hope this puts a sparkle in those beautiful eyes.

I am not in the habit of crying, Wolf.

I am not an alarmist. Pat, did you get that?

It's not on. Oh, sorry.

I'm telling you, she hasn't been home all night.

Then it's obviously some perfectly logical... Barrett? Yeah?

She was wearing what?

It's not Maggie.

Well, get a statement.

Well, why not? What is she, a deaf and mute?

So, no panic.

No panic?

What are you talking about? I'm saying there's no cause for alarm.

Jake? Yeah?

Insurance people, can they have a word? Oh, tell them I'll phone them back.

No cause for alarm? Well, then what is?

When she's found in a river with a probe gun? She's spent the night away from

home. So what?

She's a grown woman.

She's entitled.

Oh, we're pretty bloody cavalier about the old thing, aren't we? I thought you

was a friend.

I am.

They're being persistent.

What do I tell them? Put them through.

Oh, they get priority, do they? In a minute.

You were saying?

I sat up all night. She didn't phone.

Well, not at all.

Once, about ten, she spoke to the boys. Oh, you expect a phone call every hour

on the hour?

I expect to know.

Simple confirmation. To know whether she's all right, safe and sound. That's

too much to ask. Well, you'd better ask her, then. She's due to clock on any

minute.

You know something I don't, don't you? I know this much. Are you going to take

this call?

You want me to tell me you're not available or what? No.

Look, she's had a tragedy in her life.

She's not through that yet, not be a long shot. What, you expect her to wear

widow's weeds for the rest of her life? No, what?

You're not available?

Yes.

What are you saying? You're trying to tell me that Maggie... Got a man in her

life, yes.

Yes, you are available? Well, I'm open to offers.

Jake! All right, give us it. But you don't care. Just a minute.

Detective Sergeant Barrett? Yeah, I care very much.

But not in the way you think.

I'm sorry, I'm having a two -way conversation.

Is it very? This call, very.

Am I going to tell the boy then? Well, no, Steve, I doubt very much you need

tell him anything.

But a sensible suggestion might be for you to go home and ask Steve to explain

the facts of life to you.

You know how old I am. No, I don't. Yes, I do. Look, go home.

I'm going to ring you as soon as she arrives.

I'm beginning to wish I hadn't come in the first place.

Hello. Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I'm raging paranoia today.

Yeah.

Well, it's really the claims that have been made that I'm most interested in.

Yeah, do that for me.

Do you have board?

What? Oh, you've got a name to go with it.

Come again?

Damien V. Dan Woody.

What's the V stand for?

Really?

It's been forging dollar traveller cheques.

Well, he doesn't believe in backing Britain, does he?

Patriotic, who else? Who else is there, though?

You stand up and toast the Queen.

How often?

Oh, very often. When we get bored with standing up, we all fall down.

Yes, I am in a good mood. And I'm glad I'm a man after your own heart.

In the top of the morning to you, too.

Morning. Morning.

You made it in, then?

Sorry? Well, I was getting ready to cover for you.

You need what?

You just missed your dad. Oh, don't tell me you wanted to put me on a missing

persons list.

Something like that, yes.

You didn't send him off with a flea in his ear, did you?

I was a bit short, yeah.

Well, couldn't you have told him something?

Like what?

Some cock and bull story about the vice squad and all that undercover job.

Sergeant... I'm getting a little bit weary acting as personal messenger boy.

He's an old man and he worries about me.

Yeah. So what did you tell Steve when you phoned home last night, eh?

Now, that's none of your business.

There's no need to look so concerned.

I'm perfectly capable of running my own life in my own way without any help or

hindrance from you. Understood?

Clearly. Good.

I've got my personal problems out of the way. Yes, sure. Am I interrupting

anything? Nothing intimate.

Pity. Shall I go out and come in again?

I should try going out and forgetting to come in again.

My, we are abrasive.

Who's bed did you get out of on the wrong side this morning, then, eh?

Excuse me.

Was that necessary, sir?

That.

Pleasant to compare with some of the things that have been said in this

Problems? No, still seems loose. Bit wobbly, that's all.

Have a look.

Haven't you got a glove?

Matter of fact, I do. Do you mind?

Excuse me.

It's, uh, it's very... Really? I think so.

Fancy. You sure?

No, by me.

Look, uh, I've got to see a jeweller's this afternoon.

If you want, I'll get them to fix it for you.

Well, come on, it'll be much safer. Yeah, you lose it.

I won't.

A Miss Pringle to see you, ma 'am. Mrs. Pringle.

Thank you, matey.

Oh.

Oh, look at this. You've been in the wars?

Oh, come on.

I'll take her upstairs to the canteen for a cup of tea and maybe get someone

inform me the moment my office is free, OK?

Come on, love, we'll have a cup of tea.

So, how many of these items were actually deposited with the bank?

In all, 104.

That's precise.

Well, I've got the signatures here.

And after the robbery, how many of these items, packages, whatever, had actually

been opened? Just over half, 53.

53. So that means the bank should have, what, 51 items intact, yes? Yes.

So explain to me why this mob have opened 53 and left 51 untouched. Well,

got what I wanted. Which was?

£45 ,000 worth of jewellery, £33 ,093 in cash and kind.

And having stuck that little lot into their swag bag, are you asking me to

believe they turn to each other and say, let's call it a night, don't want to be

greedy, do we? Whereupon they all slope up. Oh, come on, Jake.

We're talking about a gang of thieves.

We're talking about Frank Crowley, Billy Enders, Joe and Jackie Tate. They're

not latter -day saints or conservationists. When Billy Enders'

shoved her body up in the loft, carried on drawing the pension till the

neighbours complained about the smell. Now, they left that vault with half the

stuff untouched for a reason.

Well, they could have been disturbed.

Well, is there any evidence to support that? No, not as yet. Then make it your

business to ask.

Now, right now, I want you to get back to the Dealey Road Bank.

Now, take this lot with you.

Now, get hold of the bank manager, go down to the vault and check out every

item. Now, not just interesting what was taken, I want to know precisely what

was left behind. So you stay down there until your figures tally with their

figures, and I mean exactly. Understood?

Understood.

Steve, love, you weren't that worried, were you?

No. Grandad was, though.

Look,

Steve, I know that I've... Well, I know I've only known him a week, but it's the

nicest thing that's happened to me since you...

As far as I'm concerned, anything you do, anything, it's fine with me.

At the age, OK?

Jake? What is it? What's up?

I'm sorry, Maggie.

Why don't I tell you a story between you and me?

You want to broadcast it afterwards? That's up to you.

This ring is part of the loot from the Dealey Road bank job.

It's my talking blood.

As a... Just... You don't fall with that.

I do?

I don't mean... No, it's... All right, then. I'll leave it on. I'm not stopping

you.

Looks like you need a drink.

Dave, I'm here officially.

If you're here officially, you're improperly dressed.

If you want to make it official, I insist you wear your pointed helmet with

flashing blue light. Nick, Nick.

And blow your regulation whistle at given intervals.

All right, let's talk. Let's talk about that ring you gave me.

Don't tell me it's flawed. As far as I know, it's perfect in every way except

for one thing.

It's stolen property.

Are you serious? Oh, I've never been more serious in all my life. Are you

implying... No, I'm implying nothing.

I'm telling you that this ring that you so generously gave me has been

positively identified as part of the proceeds of the vault raid on the Dealey

Road bank.

Then you wouldn't have the first idea of what I'm talking about, would you?

No, I wouldn't.

No more banter?

No more quips?

Quips? Lost our sense of humour, have we? We?

Oh, no, I think in these circumstances, it'd be better if the we was dropped,

don't you?

In this situation, I prefer to think in terms of you and me. Do you mind? Now,

you.

I don't know you that well.

I thought I did, but obviously I was mistaken.

You know, sometimes, not often, but sometimes, I find myself wondering, how

your average police officer behave off -duty?

I mean, does he discard his authority and responsibility with his uniform and

become a normal human being?

Or does he start a bit sick?

Well, now I've given you an insight.

Me?

I've always tried to see the funny side here.

Always.

Helps me keep a sense of proportion.

Perspective, you know what I mean? But this?

Funny. No.

No way. I don't like it one little bit and I'm not laughing. And yes, the

banter. Stop. And let me finish, please.

Because I have to tell you, have you got any plans to fit me up?

You should have gone about it with a little more subtlety. Set it up with a

little more care. Set it up? Set you up?

It's been tried before by experts, believe me. We've got four suspects in

cells right now.

And you want to make it five? I am a policewoman.

And whether you like it or not, I'm obliged to hand this ring in.

The moment I do it becomes evidence and can be used in evidence by the Crown

Prosecutor. And what the hell do I tell my boss when he asks me how it came to

be in my possession in the first place?

Why don't you tell him you've got it for services rendered?

Thank you.

I needed that.

Well, well. The return of the prodigal. What did you get?

Checked, rechecked and checked again. And?

No, you were right.

One complete package, still unaccounted for.

Curious. Any thoughts?

I'll think about going home to bed.

No. Let's celebrate.

I'll make it tomorrow, guv. I've had it.

Bottled two glasses, if you please, Jake.

I think we're on his tail.

Who? D .I. Croft's fantasy figure, Mr. Big. That's who.

He's beginning to take on a bit of shape and substance.

Well, we know who he is.

With any luck, we might by tomorrow.

If I was having tomorrow, I could forget it. Cheers.

Cheers.

Excuse me.

Lack of word.

Can it wait?

Got a problem?

Start by. Bill, I'm in trouble.

Well?

It's nice.

Taken from the Dealey Road bank vault. You sure? Positive.

How'd you come by?

Given to me. By?

A man.

Well, you'd better tell me about it, don't you?

We know for a fact, Billy, that a package was taken from that vault.

Now, own up.

That was the package you went in there looking for.

Otherwise, why the hell did you leave with half the packets unopened, eh?

My life, I assumed it was something to do with the timing.

Like I said, everything was plain like cut and dried.

You didn't see Frank take a package?

No. All right, all right.

Now, apart from the contents of that package, we recovered everything with

exception of a handful of items.

Well, I've told you. Again. You tell me again.

Someone passes a box back to me.

Black lacquer box.

It's got a lot of, like, antique -type stuff in it. Nice pieces.

Go on.

Well, I've copped this lot, and as I'm putting them in a bag, I'll palm a few

bits and pieces.

Well, like I said, I had this...

personal debt like that wouldn't go away. I thought if I could flog these

and pieces, it would be a bit of a sweetener. What about your share of the

Oh, I'd have got that eventually, but it would have meant a bit of a weight.

Right, now, these few bits that you've pocketed, what became of them? I handed

them over to a friend.

Friend's name?

You have to know. I have to know.

It flew to Geneva.

And back.

But you don't know what for? No.

Well, no alternative, is there? We're going to have to pull in. I mean,

possession of stolen property is enough.

But you do realise, if the theory Bob Croft is putting forward proves correct,

it's beginning to look that way, then your friend Dave Connolly goes top of

list, number one suspect. No, he's not a villain. Famous last words.

Yeah.

Oh, sorry, Gav.

Cleared up a couple of little mysteries.

Now, as regards those missing items... Oh, Gav.

Yeah. What missing items are we talking about? Those few pieces we didn't

recover when we pulled our villains in. What?

Billy Enders had them away on the side.

Snaffled them during the raid.

Says he wanted some quick cash to meet a pressing demand.

Says he passed them on to a friend. This friend got a name? Aye.

Solomon Goldmire.

Sound's been there?

Yeah, as soon as you can.

And? And, as regards being disturbed, they weren't.

Frank Crowley opens item 53, calls out, all right, let's go.

Other words, they found what they were looking for. Of a certainty.

Yeah.

Jimbo, got a job for you. Certain priority.

Gentleman by the name of Solomon Goldmire. You've got an address to go

that. I want you to find him in, turn him over, and I want a correct job,

understood? Sure, what charge?

Receipt of stolen property, for starters. Now, like I say, throw the

him. I want a very worried man. So there is to obey.

All right, well, I've got work to do, Governor. If Barrett should be... I'll

you know.

All right, Maggie?

What about it? Yes, what indeed?

What do we know about it? It's clean.

You mean no track record? Not a whisper.

That's no proof of anything.

Oh, my, my, my. I mean, all the characters you choose to get involved

one takes the biscuit. What do you mean?

A boxing promoter. He may have moved upriver, but he's still got his roots in

the East End.

Probably on drinking terms with every known villain on the manor. Even if he's

not into it, he's got to be on the cusp of it. Oh, all right, so I made a

mistake. I didn't know. Next time I'll have a man screened before I even have a

coffee with him. Well, that's what you're saying, isn't it? Guilty until

innocent. Now, listen, I didn't write the bloody rule book, but you can only

break so many before you wind up suspended. I accepted a gift from a man

all... innocent.

Which sounds very reasonable till you ask to repeat it in a witness box.

It's all very well chuntering on about innocence and fair play while they're

talking about the alleged corruption of a senior police officer. Every now and

then I get the desire to do just something that isn't all bound up in

regulations. I want to accept a situation as it happens and I not have

question it out of existence.

I want to feel free to do what I want when I want as... Russell.

Who?

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Dave Connolly.

In your office. Go talk to him.

Here? Oh, no. I said go talk to him. Business.

Dave.

Maggie.

Look, earlier.

Yes? Not like me.

No? No.

He caught me off guard.

You're using your official tone?

What is it that you want, Dave?

Well, like you, I have priorities.

Be fair. I'm trying, believe me.

The first thing I want is to clear myself.

Are you prepared to offer a name?

I've put out a few feelers.

Suggested I'm prepared to spend. And?

You want to keep this official?

Yes, I'd prefer it that way.

All right.

Word is that the Dealey Road bank job is connected with a drop -out whiz kid. A

character named Step Harrison.

Comes out of Islington.

You know him?

No, but if he's a new boy, that's par for the course, what else?

Well, think back. And remember, I'm just trying to put together a few whispers

and make a sensible noise.

You with me? Go on.

About two years ago, two executive types, well -dressed, well -spoken,

to a bonded warehouse at Heathrow.

Their credentials are impeccable.

Must have been forged by an expert.

They certainly fooled the security boys because seven minutes later, they walked

out of that warehouse.

and drove off with over one and a half million pounds worth of industrial

diamonds.

Ring a bell?

Yeah, hang on, wait a minute. Chief Superintendent Gregory led the hunt, and

drew a total blank.

But he went on record as saying that in his opinion, those stones had never left

the country, am I right?

Let's suppose that Gregory was right, and for reasons best known to the gang,

they decided to bury those stones out of sight for a while.

Like in the Dealey Road bank vault?

And let's suppose the word got out.

That kind of information is dangerous.

And costly.

Don't I know?

Back to Harrison. Are you saying that he's robbed the robbers?

Why not? Happens all the time.

Dog eat dog.

Yes.

Well?

I'm waiting.

For what?

Dave, I have to... I have to know how that ring came to be in your possession.

Well? I've given you a name. The name of a villain.

The ring I bought from a friend in good faith.

I'm not a grass. Don't look to me for that information.

You could be in a lot of trouble.

I'd like to think you were really concerned.

Don't worry.

I won't leave the country without informing you.

Good night.

The Harrison file, sir.

It says in here that Pepper is an aphrodisiac.

Oh, this Harrison, Steph.

Steph, short for Stephen. Not much of it, what there is, quite interesting.

He's been expelled from three schools, all minor public. First known offence,

street trading and marijuana at the early age of 17.

His father's a company lawyer. Now, he's used the family's good name, his

father's contact, and his wits.

What's this? Last Relief in Prison, December 75.

Merry Christmas. Is that all?

Oh, last known address. The Laurel speaks from Drive Wembley. Let's keep an

on him, yes? Right as from now. Why not?

Harrison by George.

Yes, well, don't get too excited. My government's been on to the yard.

getting quite interested.

A special crime squad. Is there a province? We do the legwork. They

kudos. No, not this one. Not if I can help it. I've got my own good reasons

wanting this one wrapped up neat and tidy on the premises, yes?

Give me.

I've just booked Mr. Goldmire in downstairs, number five.

Problems? No, he's a nice man. Came like a lamb.

He'd like a word.

It's good of you to see me.

As soon as I realized, I mean, I recognized the hippie sergeant. He's

He took my place apart, but he did it without ill will.

Would you believe this is the first time I've been in trouble with the police,

the first time in my life suddenly I'm a bank robber? You're going to be charged

with receiving stolen property, Mr. Goldmire.

What about Dave Connolly?

Dave Connolly isn't your concern.

Oh, but he is, don't you see?

I've dropped him, innit?

I sold him a ring. I told him it was my mother's. I told him I needed the money

badly. He paid me in cash, didn't even ask for a receipt.

You still got that money?

Have I got it?

No, I haven't got it.

You've got it. The sergeant, the costumonger character, he's got it. He's

the lot, everything.

Had a squad of them there like ants. They were slapping my stuff out in

suitcases, in cardboard boxes, in plastic bags, like some public enemy

one. They found out things about me I didn't know myself. They found a letter

from my mother dated 1939, unopened.

Are you prepared to sign a statement?

Clearing, Dave Connolly.

Of course.

Dave's a good boy, a good customer, never in any trouble. Customer?

I deal in antiques.

He buys from you?

Regularly. Bent gear? Do me a favour, never.

On my life.

I don't know how well you know Dave.

Well, let me tell you, he is as straight as a die. We have a relationship long

standing from way back. I wouldn't jeopardise that for anything, I swear.

I'll be back in a minute.

Don't rush.

I've got plenty of time.

Now, he signs a statement to that effect. Dave Connolly will be

In a court of law, yes.

I'll let Sergeant Fenton take the statement.

All right.

And you'll let him off the hook?

When we've got Step Harrison in the back.

How far have you got?

Well, Croft and his team are on their way.

Our friend Harrison should be in custody within the hour. Now, if, and I repeat,

if he is found in possession of a package containing industrial diamonds

in excess of one and a half million pounds, then we shall have... You're Mr.

Big. Right, and your friend Dave Connolly will be in the clear.

Hello, Jade.

Hello, Maggie.

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.

Watch it.

You sound as though you mean it.

Also, thanks to you and your connections, we've apprehended Mr.

Apprehended?

You mean you've nicked him?

He's helping the police with their inquiries, as they say.

Well, that's all right, then.

Your ability to gather that kind of information as quickly as...

Got them scratching their heads?

Amongst other things, yes.

Shall I take your coat? No, I'm not stopping.

Your friend Solomon, sorry, Goldmire.

Sorry, yes. He was brought in this morning.

He get a seeing to?

I thought.

And he told?

He was worried. His one thought was to clear you. He's very sorry.

We all make mistakes.

He didn't want any of this to affect your friendship.

As if it would.

How much trouble is he in?

Possession of stolen property.

Bloody fool.

Does he want a solicitor?

There's legal aid, but if you... Are you after blood?

He's signed a statement. We'll check it. We have to.

If he's telling the truth, first append... He should get a suspended

I'd like to see him. Is that all right?

Of course.

I'll make the arrangements if you'd just let me know.

You can always phone.

Phone here.

I'll get someone to phone, OK?

Well, why did you come?

I just wanted to apologise.

And I just thought it would be more fitting if I...

I did it in person, that's all.

That's all?

Good night, Dave.

Good

night.

Maggie, one minute, please.

I wouldn't bring her stopping you.

From leaving, if that's what you really want to do.

I just wanted the chance to say that, well, while you can't win a war, it is

important to win the one that matters most.

You see, we're supposed to be living in an enlightened age.

Sometimes they get that.

Sometimes you have to be reminded that it's necessary to take time out between

the battles.

Maggie. If only you knew.

If only you knew how many times I've just... just wanted to say I'm a woman.

Please remember I'm a woman. We've got time.

I'll take time.

I'm out of training.

I need a bit of coaching, that's all.