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A gang of petty thieves, known locally as the Riverside Trio, except there's

four of them.

No, no, no, hear me out.

Now, they're into anything that shows a profit, but they specialise in removing

items, preferably antiques, from unoccupied houses. We're discussing a

case, Maggie. Just one minute, OK?

Now, the leader of this so -called gang is a bit of a mystery, known as Fat

Henley. Now, his team consists of a failed boxer, nicknamed Chloroform, and

ex -safecracker, labelled Dudley Twofingers.

All right, that's three. Who's the fourth?

Calls himself Reginald Norton.

Did you open that?

That?

Leave off.

Does that mean yes or no?

Child's play.

I'll cut my teeth on one of these.

I thought you said it was child's play.

Patience, Fat Henry, patience.

It's going to look a bit silly if the old bill dries past, don't we?

It's not bad.

Not bad.

Well, apart from the watermark. Apart from the watermark, it's damn near

perfect. Don't let me add it to the reject. They've improved on that.

What's this?

1 ,000 Deutschmarks worth about 250 quid. What little information we have

suggests that there's another four, possibly five million notes of that sort

denomination stashed in and around our pack. But no spending.

Not yet. Not until we know it's safe. And in the meantime, we bury it.

Where? In the open. The man's right. Where?

Dudley's Place.

All above board, under the floorboards.

That means Alice will have to be in on it. Your Alice is one of the straightest

people I know.

Have you got a clue what you are into? Look... Nobody knows a thing.

Who do you think you are, the Invisible Men? Have you got any idea of the kind

of organisation that's behind this sort of money, have you?

They'll never know.

They'll make it their business to know.

And when they do, I wouldn't be seen dead with any one of you. Alice, you are

out of order. And you are out of your element, Dudley. These are done, Dudley,

done!

I'll arrange a meet with the man.

Oscar? We need him in on this.

Has Oscar ever let us down before, has he?

Oh, no.

He always rises to the occasion.

What is this? Wind up?

You're playing games? Want to play games with me? You're in the mood to dice

with death. Don't try it on with me, little man. Don't try it on with me. I'm

the mood to put you through the wringer. You think I'm joking? I want one word

out of place. Just one word!

Easy, easy. Easy nothing. I'm going to have him.

Name? I'm clean, Gav. Honest, I am. Ask what your bloody name was.

Loon. Reginald Loon.

That does it. I want you out of it. Off my patch.

I'll leave it to you, then.

Yeah.

You leave it to me.

The moment you give the word, I'll be off.

Then stay off.

Right?

So you stuck a tail on Reggie Loon? I did. Who?

Dodger Kims.

I'm not hanging about, Alice. Give him five minutes, please, Oscar.

Okay, so where is he? Anybody know? He won't be far away. He's an interested

party. Look, you're pushing your luck. You realise that? He's probably out

getting pulled right now. That occur to anybody?

Not Reggie. He's too clever for that.

See, I need Barrett.

Oh, hello, Dodger.

Problems? Did a front tail on the balloon character.

There's been a third geezer behind us ever since we left Seven Dials.

There you are.

Oh. Best glass and two pieces of ice.

You're special.

What are you after?

All she can get.

Two and a half percent of the sterling.

Two hundred and fifty grand.

I dislike talkative people as a rule.

But I tell you this, old son.

By the time I've finished, you'll be waxing loquacious.

That'll be Jake Siegel, I don't remember him. Sure.

Jake? You haven't met him yet.

Is he a colleague?

And a friend?

Friendly colleague.

Is he senior to you?

He's a detective sergeant. Oh, a subordinate.

Unwritten law in the CID, auntie. You do not pull rank until the occasion...

Until they step out alive.

Yeah, well, I was going to say until the occasion demands.

Providing they know their place.

Their place? Let me finish, please.

All I'm saying is... So long as they know their place, then obviously they're

going to be that much easier to control. Hello, Jake.

Maggie. You haven't met Martin, have you? Copy, Jake.

Lovely.

How do you do?

Jake Burr. You may call me Mrs Taylor.

My pleasure.

Taylor to George.

Hello, George.

You've lost weight.

It's all a worry.

How are you feeling?

Got an hour to spare? No, he has not.

He's got business to attend to.

It's time for your medicine.

I forget how you like it. Oh, Lee, you know better than to feed him a lion like

that. Black with a dash, no sugar.

Any development?

Reggie Loon's dead.

Murdered? Knife wounds.

Where? His father roped and gagged near the colony bypass.

Sir Norman's got the body.

Where murdered?

My guess, right under our nose.

Governor's checking out Reggie's flop before everything gets trampled

Apart from that, we left it loose.

So there's nothing pressing?

Lest we get confirmation Reggie bought it on our patch, then things will start

happening. Till then, stay tuned, locate and lean on known informants. I think

so. I'm not in the land of the living yet.

I want to have a word with Mike.

Feel free.

No, he's not here.

Oh. Not yet.

Ah. He will be.

Terrific. Oh, you can say that again.

Don't.

Just that he is the most truly original, super colossal designer, can't do it

himself, decorator, it's ever been my good fortune to... He's fantastic.

He is, really.

Look at those shelves.

Well, what do you think?

Lovely. My pots, pans, plates, casserole dishes, everything to hand.

Pass me those, will you?

Really? Here you go.

I've dreamt of this.

I have, really. All my cookery books along there.

You have my china pieces and my delft pieces standing alone.

You have my copper pots hanging.

Gorgeous. There, now.

Isn't that exciting?

Oh, I'm trembling at the knees.

Honoured. It's all very, er, pretty.

Apart from being practical.

It's a man of many parts, obviously.

Be gentle.

Mark.

You must call more often, Sergeant Barrett.

Close encounter.

Do us a favour, Alice. I would love to.

Come on, leave it out. Oh, after he gets what he want, he don't want it.

He's still down there.

You could always leave the other way, out the back.

Well, I'll get spotted by one of your sharp -eyed bloody neighbours. Do talk

sense, woman.

I've been watching him since dawn.

He's been there since dawn, hasn't he?

He's got staying power, I'll say that for him. I'll say he has. But he's no

match for you, lover. Oh, for Christ's sake, Alice.

You are changing your tune.

Look, we've got to be careful, right? That's not what you said last night.

we can't afford to make any mistakes. Not if we want what we want, all right?

Yeah, you're right. I know you're right. It's just... Oh, I'm fed up with

waiting. I want us to be together constantly.

Yeah, but it's costly, right? Well, I've earned it.

Well, you will have if we come through this lot.

Look, Oscar, I want it understood I'm not entering into this lightly.

Look, I understand.

Right? We'll have the time of our lives, I promise you, all right?

Well, just as long as you don't... Yes.

Well? Want a drink?

What? No, no.

What do you think he's on?

Good night.

Buenas noches.

Buenas noches.

Goodbye.

Adios. Adios.

See you later.

Hasta luego.

Hasta luego.

Yes, Governor.

No, that's correct.

Yeah. Reggie Loon was released on my authority.

Excuse me.

Yeah. Yeah, I want him in, like now.

Sorry. Why'd I let him go?

Well, because, in my opinion, he's going to be more used to us back on the

streets.

No, he was followed from the moment he left the building.

Dodger Coombs.

No, no, no way.

Yeah, yeah, I'm aware. It's still my responsibility. Look, I'm looking into

now.

Ah, yeah, he's here.

Look, ah... Yes, yes, I'll keep a close look on him.

Now, that was him upstairs. He's not a happy man. He's being leaned on. He's

looking for heads.

I want a reprise.

What exactly happened last night?

I followed Reggie home, spotted this other geezer and phoned in to check out

he was one of ours. Yeah.

Well, I hung about for a bit.

Reggie emerged and I tailed him to this council block.

By the time I got there, Detective Sergeant Phillips had arrived.

I raided him into position and between us we kept an eye on the place till past

midnight. Well, that's when they started to leave.

The gang?

It was all a bit obvious, one at a time.

Well, that's when I had to make a decision.

What decision?

Whether to follow Fat Henry or Chlorophyll.

My brief was the thick to Reggie, and that's what I did.

Jake Barrett pulled you out at what time?

About four this morning.

By the time I got home, it was five. I got my head down, he bailed me at eight.

To say what?

That Reggie Loon's body had been found on a Hertfordshire slip road, round

six. So up until four, you were watching the Loon place?

Yeah.

Who replaced you?

I'm not sure.

Oh, come on, don't give me that old school routine, all we girls stick

crap. I've only got to pick up a phone. I want a name.

I understand it was Detective Constable Hutchinson.

Right. Now, this other fly -by -night character you reported, we've checked

the yard. It's not one of theirs. So, who was he?

No idea.

Well, I suggest you start getting an idea.

Could he have been the man who carved up Reggie Loon?

Could well have been.

Would you recognise him?

Anywhere. You've been through the books?

I've only just come on, Gov, having had three hours tip.

Lots of black coffee plus a bit of dedication, right?

Yes, sir.

Oh, and Coombs, I'm not leaning on you particularly, but I'm looking for a

result. Got me?

Got you, Governor.

Well, it better be worth my while.

The Governor wants to see me. Tell him I've located and I'm leaning on a known

informant. Good luck.

You too.

Gov. Rapture.

Darling. There's no doubt in anybody's mind that Reggie was murdered in his own

bedroom. The body's been hauled up, stuck in a car and dumped. Question.

What was Hutchinson doing while that was taking place? I'll tell you what he was

doing. He was nodding off. That's what he was doing. Go on. Jake, as from now,

all surveillance to be conducted by teams, pair them up, yeah?

Where's Phillips?

He still camped outside Dudley's block.

You got it in for him?

Help set the example.

Maggie? She's with the number ones now.

So what's the word?

Actions speak a bloody sight louder than words, Maggie.

That's original.

When you finish doing this, we'll travel to the Pacific.

I'm nervous.

Nervous? Why?

When it comes to blood, I've got my quote all right. No more, no less. So?

So as the man said, I need it all. I'm not looking to become an involuntary

blood donor.

Particularly when they take it from here.

You heard about Reginald Loon?

In graphic detail.

Bad news travels fast.

I thought he was discovered till six.

Warning signals are up by nine.

Rumour has it that our Reggie suffered more cuts than a national bloody health

service. Meaning what?

Meaning he was tortured with a sharp instrument by somebody who takes a keen

interest in his work.

And don't ask me who it is because I don't know. I don't want to know.

It's safer not to know.

So he knows his bliss?

It's probably to be wise, right on.

I told you there was a lot of real money behind this caper and a lot of pro

-muscle up front.

That was a contract killing. Tell me something I don't know.

I like to wake up in the morning to find all my vital parts in roughly the same

place as they were the night before.

It sort of makes my day.

That's understandable.

Could one have told you Reginald Bloom?

Someone wants something.

Like what?

Like the info.

Don't stop now. It's just getting interesting.

You'll be the end of me one day.

A bundle, like a very big bundle of funny money's gone missing.

And the owners are anxious to effect the recovery.

How much?

Give or take the old quid or two.

Several million.

This money's been what, appropriated? It's been nicked by somebody harbouring

death wish.

He's up.

Dozy bastard.

I think I overdid it.

You always do.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

The front's being watched.

Watched? What do you mean, watched?

That gift bag has been there since last night.

We couldn't have been tumbled, could we? Not that quick. Sit down.

Is it the law or the other lot?

No, the other lot wouldn't be so obvious.

Look, I'm asking you, is it one man or a team?

Only spotted the one so far.

Yeah, well, maybe you were meant to spot him.

Alice, please, give us some coffee.

It's in the pot.

Look, I'm not feeling too clever. Do you mind? You know, try a bit of sympathy.

It's truth.

Oscar? What? No, Alice.

Dudley.

You get your head down?

Yeah, I had a couple of hours on the sofa.

You didn't come to bed, did you?

Didn't I?

I asked you to stay up, keep an eye out.

Oh, yeah? For what?

Intruders. What are we going to do, give them a warm reception?

Listen, if someone had come back to their ear and we'd been stuck... And

us with our neckers down, yeah? With that lot, we wouldn't have had a leg to

stand on.

Right.

Let's get rid of it.

Get rid of it. Yeah, get short of it. Oh, last night we were staying here, no

argument. That was last night. Now I'm sober, right?

I suppose you two are too busy keeping an eye out to keep your ears open.

What do you mean? You catch the news?

No, I didn't catch the news. Of course, I shouldn't bloody wonder. What?

You want to catch the news? Stadley, you're too slow to catch a cold. Alice,

you're subtle.

You're about as subtle as an air raid.

Lima, Sierra, this is Echo One Fiver.

Lima, Sierra, this is Echo One Fiver.

Will you respond, they poor bloody boar?

Hertfordshire Police are mounting a large -scale operation following the

discovery of the mutilated body of a man off the London Colney Bypass.

Full details of what our crime correspondent describes as a possible

killing have not been released.

But earlier today, a police spokesman said the body is believed to be that of

Reginald Arthur Loon.

Reggie! You hear what he says? Reggie's dead! Come in! You are jumping to

conclusions. Reggie!

It is not our... Reggie. Our Reggie was sat here not ten hours ago.

Look, it's somebody else with the same name. It's a coincidence.

Reginald Arthur Loon.

Believed to be.

How many people call Loon? Well, more than you think.

It's a mistake.

A mistake, she says. You heard what the geezer said.

Mutilated body.

Reginald Arthur Loon. It is a case of mistaken identity. It does happen.

Well, it's not happening to me. Listen, we've got to get Oscar out of here.

What do you mean, we've got to get Oscar out of here? What do you mean?

Well, without him, what have we got? Nothing. Look, he's supposed to be the

bloody organiser. So?

So organise.

There's a flat like I could do banged up in your bloody flat, is there? Do you

know how to dispose of this lot? I reckon, yeah. For profit?

No, for peace of mind.

Go on, then, tell me. What would you do? Go on, tell me.

I'd burn it. Burn it? Jesus Christ. Hang about. Hold your horses.

Dudley, for once in your life, you can do something useful.

Yeah? Like what?

Well, you call yourself a man, start acting like one.

That must be out of my brain. Just do it, Dudley. Do it.

They're in.

Why not do it for yourself?

Prove something to yourself.

Great. Pratt's fallen for it. You all right?

Oh, don't worry about me. I do worry about you.

You'd better go.

Not a drill. Yeah, I'll take care of things at the end.

You'd better get off.

See you.

Go.

I can't see proper.

How are you?

At least a bit late.

Better late than never.

Can you turn me on?

Can you see anybody?

They're coming from behind.

I'll go get help.

No, no.

Hold on.

I ain't got time.

I want him to do me a favour.

It all can't be silly.

I'll be off more than I could chew.

Favour.

Alice.

My wife. She had nothing to do with this caper.

Not involved.

You understand?

Nothing.

Keep an eye on her.

You see she comes to no harm.

She's all right.

It's good.

She's stuck by me.

So what happened, Dodger? We got a

description, Dodger.

Who are you looking for?

The governor had me go through the books.

I wasn't optimistic.

I didn't think he'd be there.

But then suddenly, page 104, there he is staring at me.

A man called Platt.

Simeon Platt.

This is Platt. I want a message related to Mr Baedeker.

I don't want any of your secretarial bullshit, madam. I want you to get off

fat little arse. Find Mr Baedeker and give him the following message.

I want to meet.

I want to see him.

Talk to him.

I'm going to give you the number of an outside call -by.

If I don't receive a call from Mr. Barnacre within 15 minutes, you can

in your office in about an hour from now.

And I will personally sort it out.

Simeon Platt.

Forstall, followed by regular army, including training with the special

servitors.

Discharged 79 after treatment.

Considered psychiatrically unsuitable.

He's done time for GBH, assault with intent, deadly weapons, malicious

woundings, you name it. Sounds like a psychopath.

I want him. Almost had him.

Barrett. Oh, hello, Phil. St Albans.

Yeah, now listen.

Information received RN suggests that Reggie Loom was tortured before he was

killed. Can you confirm that?

Ugly. Yeah, thanks, Phil. I owe you.

Bye.

Eskimo was right.

Meaning what?

Meaning that we're going to be working on a number of assumptions.

Now, one, somehow or other, the Riverside trio have stumbled across this

money. Two, someone has contracted Platt to recover it.

Three, Platt was responsible for Reggie Loon's death. Now, you accept that and

the rest follows on.

We've also got to accept that Reggie...

talked before he died, which means the plant knew what he was doing when he

tackled Dudley.

In other words, he's convinced the money is somewhere in that flat.

Somebody's in danger.

Two down, three to go.

Somebody's got to talk to Dudley's wife.

Dudley's widow.

If I hadn't been left roasting, he'd still be alive.

You've been on over before, haven't you?

Yeah, I've done my share. Of what?

Who trained you?

Oh, he did. Taught me all I know. Not a lot.

On the hangabout. You walked into it. What do you mean?

Look, Plath had you spotted. He's run rings around you. Look, look, I've had

enough.

I mean, it's been made abundantly clear that I'm regarded as a general dog's

body in this department. Do this, do that, come here, go there. But if

shitty end of the stick, I'll collect it. But if I'm about to be voted a

most likely to cock it up, I might as well hand me papers in right now.

Oh, now, Peter, calm down, calm down. I fail to see how I'm supposed to

discharge my duties effectively with my thinking equipment swaddled in sackcloth

and ashes. Come on, Pete.

Look, we're none of us perfect, none of us.

To err is human.

But to have one's confidence constantly undermined is nothing short of

degrading. I mean, I've heard of character assassination, but as far as

concerned, you... Now, shut up and sit down.

He has had a bang on the head.

Either the blow was too soft or the head was too hard. What do you think you're

putting him on?

Tranquillizers. Very funny.

All right. Now, I want an incident room setting up out there. Can you manage it?

Yeah, I think so.

If we all agree that the money is probably in Fairbrother's flat, why

just get a W and make it through?

Like today, like now.

Cop a handful of spreads.

We're out to catch a mackerel.

Riverside trio. They're minnows.

Well, even a minnow can provide a lead.

Yeah, a lead is straight to the mortuary. We've tried that.

I flipped up there.

We all flipped up there.

I'd like a word with the governor in private.

I'm confused.

How? If you recall, my instructions from you were specific. Recover the money,

do you remember?

The situation's altered somewhat. Exactly.

Two men are dead.

Meaning? Meaning that we're 98 % sure where that money is. Meaning that if we

recover the money, we'll remove the incentive.

Restore the status quo?

Bill, there's a killer loose out there. He's killed twice already. He'll

probably kill again.

He may try, but this time we're going to be ready for him. For killer, read

shark. For money, read bait. No bait, no catch.

But you're putting people's lives at risk.

It's their choice. All they've got to do is pick up a phone.

You're not serious.

I'm saying they could. They won't, but they could.

Meantime, I want Platt. I want him put away. I want him behind bars.

Well, I wish I could think of it in the same bloody callous way.

You're concerned? Very.

Why don't you make your concern known in the right direction?

Mrs Fairbrother.

If she's sat on that money, then she's got to be a very worried lady.

I don't care if they've tapped every phone in London. I want somebody here

me.

Why?

Because I'm scared, that's why. I can't leave and I'm terrified to stay.

If you think I'm sitting here on my tod waiting for the filter to come bursting

through the door...

You'll get to come with me to see me in the spare, brother.

Oh, God, you look bushed. Been a hard day's night. I'm standing round like a

spare.

Crawler.

You choose the strangest places.

But you're the safest place.

Is this safe?

I wasn't seen coming, I won't be seen going out.

Are you alone?

I'm alone.

My instructor warned me about situations like this.

Your instructor was a wise man.

All right, Peter. Your problem. Call me when you've got it. Right off you go.

You managing?

I need more phones.

Get on Cargill. He'll help you out. I'm

waiting.

The situation's altered.

Before we employed you...

We were reliably informed that your work was crude but effective.

Crude you are, effective you're not.

Reginald Loon was a naughty boy, so I punished him.

You've been picked up by the police. I had to know what had been said.

Dumping the body was the act. I had to cover my tracks.

With a bulldozer? Don't push me too far, Bideker. Your instructions were

perfectly clear.

You were to recover the book and destroy the money.

You even boasted that you had a contact inside this so -called gang.

I do.

Still living?

Still living.

So what's your problem?

I opted into what I thought was a private affair. It's gone public. The

involved locally, and that spells danger.

I'm looking for danger money.

Price was agreed.

Fifteen percent up front, the balance on completion.

From all I know, my description's already being circulated.

That makes you a liability.

That makes me more determined.

To complete the contract?

To up the ante.

Word of advice.

Don't get greedy.

That could be dangerous.

For me or for you?

I'm simply a middleman.

I take my orders from overseas.

That's something I want to ask you about. Don't.

I've been instructed to offer you a bonus.

A sweetener up front.

Easy. Operation.

What about the passport?

It's being taken care of.

We'll get that and the balance when I get word the book is in safe custody and

the money's gone up in smoke.

All those millions, a lot of smoke.

In economic terms, the enterprise is a failure.

Profit margin no longer viable.

The organization's decided to cut its loss. Understood?

I'll take care of my end. I trust you will.

Let's be absolutely clear about this, Mr. Platt.

You have more to fear from my organization should you fail to complete

contractual obligations than from any police force on this earth.

I'm impressed.

Don't phone my office again.

There's a number on that envelope.

Only make contact when you get something to say.

Such as?

The message they'll want to hear is this.

First edition recovered.

Just that.

No more.

Understood?

I think I've got the gist. Good.

Give me five minutes.

I expect a completion.

My way, my time.

There's British time and profitable time.

You've got 24 hours. Get your contact out into the open.

The money's there, waiting collection.

Screw the money. I want that book.

You'll get it.

Stop worrying.

I don't worry, Mr. Platt. I employ others to do that.

What is it? It's fair, brother. What about it? We're police officers.

Again? Sorry?

Well, I've already talked to you a lot.

You haven't talked to me.

Well, I've got nothing more to tell you.

Well, there are a couple of things we'd like to discuss. May we come inside?

I've been over it again and again. I don't feel up to it, honest, I don't.

I understand and I sympathise, but it would be beneficial for you, Mrs

Fairbrother.

Take the tone off the door, please.

I'm not made of iron.

One minute. One minute is with you. Did you hear any noise?

A cry for help? Any noise at all? No, we heard nothing.

I can't believe it, really. I can't.

I'll make you a nice cuppa. Special brew. I prefer a drink.

You on your own here?

Yes. No friends or relatives?

No.

Dad and his lot are all passed on.

Yours? I was brought up in a home.

He's asking a lot of questions.

Yeah, never ended.

Whether your husband had any enemies? Yeah. And you said?

None.

Look, Dudley, I haven't got an enemy in the world. Believe me, not one.

Lots of husbands keep things hidden from their wives.

Not Dudley.

Motiveless killings.

They're a nightmare.

For us, I mean.

Must have been a mugger. Places to places, teaming with them.

Muggers? On the street.

Everywhere.

Why would anybody want to mug your husband?

Well, you're the law, you tell me.

Was he carrying money?

No.

He was carrying a plastic bag.

To the incinerator, yeah. Full of old newspapers.

Yeah. Torn into pieces.

Yeah, he was funny like that.

Is it possible that anyone could have thought that that bag contained money?

Is it likely?

How well did you know Reginald Loon?

Reggie Loon?

Yes, he was a friend of my husband's.

You are aware that he's been murdered?

Yes, we heard it on the radio. We?

Dudley and me.

Were you alone here when your husband took that back incinerator? Are you sure

of that? Well, of course I'm sure.

Well, earlier when I asked you whether you'd heard a noise or a cry, you said,

no, we heard nothing.

I mean, it was a slip of the tongue is understandable, isn't it? Do you know

that you're in great danger? Oh, don't be ridiculous. Now, we're linking the

murders, your husband and Reginald Lee. Look, are you trying to put a scare into

me? I'm obliged to offer you police protection. But I don't want it!

Look, I've got a funeral to attend to and I've got some grieving to do. I do

want the police breathing down my neck, so I want to be left alone!

Is that final?

It is.

Um, would it be all right if Detective Constable Coombs had a look round?

You've got a warrant?

No, it's a question of security. Your security. I'll mind that. Thank you.

That's it, then. Goodbye.

I thought... We'd gone.

I'm a friend.

Name? Downs, Bernard.

Known as Chlorophyll.

It's a nickname.

I didn't think it was on your birth certificate.

It's not.

Is that a bite?

No, Mrs Fairbrother. But I'm a dogged individual.

You may be a good actress, but you're a rotten liar.

Are you getting anxious?

Put your mind at rest.

You there?

The entire block's surrounded.

Under observation from here, here, here and here.

Stand on me. Not even Houdini can get into that block without our knowledge.

I don't want to sound as though I'm

interfering, Alice, but you ain't half punishing your liver.

I've got to make a call.

Private.

Do you mind?

No.

Oh, Christ!

I'm scared.

So the phone tap was a failure?

Not entirely, no. Pete?

We intercepted a call from an outside phone box at 21 .17.

Male voice, London accent, described himself as a plumber. A lot of bunny

taps, waiting for delivery. Pick up as arranged.

Some sort of code. Not a lot to go on, is it? I started offering condolences to

Mrs. Fairbrother, shocked by the news, tragic loss, etc.

Then went on to ask about the funeral arrangements.

Asked if he was correct in thinking it was taking place on Friday. And that's

like today.

Yeah, we are aware.

The funeral?

Funeral, as in laid to rest.

Doubled his body?

It's in a deep freeze.

Couldn't have been released?

Well, how? It's vital evidence. Stranger things have happened.

Jake, get on to the coroner's office.

Mortuary assistant's name is...

Francis. Hello, this is Burke and Eyre, Body Snatchers Unlimited. Are you one

short? Oh, Dan Lino, eat your heart out.

So we know they've got at least one accomplice on the outside, yeah?

Bummer. Could be a fence.

Oh, I don't know any fence that would touch that money with a barge pole.

It's more likely a go -between, a sort of dishonest broker.

You mean they set up a deal and then sell it back?

In which case, Gov, our friend Platt becomes redundant, surely?

Not necessarily.

No, lose him out on a promise and then... Leave Platt to settle the

Yeah, it's a venability check. Recent murder victim, Dudley Fairbrother.

Yeah. Dear Forbes.

How big?

What time is this?

All right, time.

Fat Henry was seen entering the Fairbrother block about ten minutes ago.

carrying a large wreath and a small suitcase.

Now, what the hell is going on?

Thank you, Frances. That's all I wanted to know.

What a funny ghoul you are.

Goodbye.

Dudley's all present and accounted for.

What are they playing?

Um, how much is four million pounds?

What? I mean, in weight, you know, like, as in bulk. Is it important?

Yeah, to give us a general idea.

Of what?

The size of their problems. Size of my... Hang on, hang on. Hang on, he's

point. Wait a minute. What is the, um... What do you call it? The cubic volume

of one million pounds in, say, ten pound loads. Any idea?

No. Neither have I. I've got to be pretty bulky. If you had to move that

and you knew you were under observation, how would you go about it?

Sorrentitiously.

You're a great help.

Obviously, you can't stick a million quid into a handbag or a hold -all. I

imagine it would require something like a large suitcase or a tea chest.

Or a coffin.

I consider that the reference to a funeral is not without significance.

All right. Check it out.

Morning. Morning.

Now, most of you have been drafted in from outside Seven Dials, but I trust

after you've had a good look at this blackboard diagram, you'll be more or

familiar with the location you'll be working in, yeah?

Mrs Forbes is going to conduct the briefing.

Our general consensus... Accompanied by major catastrophes.

Followed closely by corporal punishment.

Two members of a local firm, Coverdale, otherwise known as Fat Henry and Bernard

Downes, known as Chloroform, are present in this flat.

It is occupied by the widow of one of the murder victims, Dudley Fairbrother.

Now, we're convinced they're in possession of a large amount of

money. Information suggests that it could be several million pounds.

Now, indications are that they're likely to make a move today.

But don't run away with the idea that this operation is simple because it's

It is complicated by the presence of this man, Simeon Platt.

Now, we believe that he has been employed to recover that money.

Simeon Platt is not one of your common or garden thugs. He received specialist

training in the army.

Now, he is probably armed. He is positively dangerous. Approach with

He has killed twice.

He'll be more than prepared to kill again.

He has been positively identified, but in all probability he will have changed

his appearance by now.

Study the features.

Stay alert and keep a sharp eye out for anything unusual.

Right, and it's all down to us.

Now, you think a move is justified, make it positive.

Firearms will be issued, but let me make this clear, they'll only be used in

extreme circumstances.

This is not New York.

There'll be no shootout on my patch, understood?

Yes, sir. Right, away you go.

Right,

I've found my bank. Nice man, Mr Hodge. Very good.

Well, what he did was to measure, this is a proximate, of course, a stack of 1

,000 ten -pound notes. It came out at five inches. Now, I've computed that a

million notes would occupy a space roughly five feet long, 17 inches wide

inches in depth.

Now... To get back to my copying theory. You may not go along with it, but I

assure you it does hold water. So does a bathtub.

Working on a plumber theory, Garvoyer.

Shall we go?

Anything happening? Not a lot.

Can't wait to stick one of these on some unsuspecting motorist.

Beers cup?

My rear end.

You know, you'd better do your duty. I suggest you read the highway code,

Bearing in mind the regulations and the penalties imposed. You missed your

vocation. Yeah.

Where will you be?

I think I'll stay mobile.

I've got a feeling, I don't know, I'll go round the block, I think.

What do you reckon?

Well, it'll do.

Have to do, won't it?

What if we get pulled?

Well, deny everything.

Good luck, Oscar.

Yeah, you too. See you.

Don't they think they're kidding?

Follow that cat.

All three of them just made off.

Phillips is telling them. He's got a radio.

All over by the shouting, then.

Who's that bloody Wally? Where'd he appear from?

Unless I'm very much mistaken, Gal.

That's him.

That's Flat.

You a leg man?

What? Comes from experience.

I can recognise a pretty leg at a hundred yards.

What are you saying? The one with the pram is Mrs Fairbrother. You should go

the car.

And I got a book.

Can you manage that? He's not with me, Fred.

Are you?

You cow.

Oh, you had me worried.

For a minute there, I thought you was for real.

Who's wearing black?

Bernie Downs' mother. There you go.

That's it, then.

That's it.

The killer gets his comeuppance, money's gone up in smoke, all's well that ends

well. You're not happy? Happy? Just curious.

Curious to know what'll happen to Ali's fair brother, Fat Henry and the big one,

Bernie Downs.

They'll get put away, won't they?

You'd better believe it. While the real villains, the fat money men who organise

this whole fiasco, the men who prepare to finance the printing and the

distribution, the men who employ him to look after their interests, they'll

still be sitting in their penthouses and their yacht.

Sipping their champagne and cooking up a new deal and laughing up their several

rose leaves.

Four men are dead, and who gets brought to account?

They do.

It's called rough justice. It's the rich who get the gravy.

If you like. I don't like.

What's more, I don't call it justice.