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Yeah?

- Mr Glass, please. - This is Mr Glass speaking.

I'm afraid there's been an accident, sir.

Your wife, Myrtle.

What, what? My w...

Please, come in. Come in the back.

Freeze!

Cuff them.

What is it?

Something's wrong.

Look out!

Lose yourselves.

Close up.

Mr Powell?

Danny Walsh.

We had some trouble.

The cops were waiting for the boys.

They had the whole place covered.

No, no, we got 'em all out.

We had to use the shooters.

We hit a cop.

I don't know how bad.

It had to be done.

Yeah. OK.

The man is slipping.

If he doesn't do something about it...

...he's going to slip right off the map.

If it's more flowers, we open a shop.

- Mr Powell. - I told you never to come here.

Look, we've got problems.

Two of these cops are getting very warm, asking all the right questions.

They were running yesterday's fracas.

Now, listen, there's nothing to worry about.

The two you mention are being taken care of.

I suggest you send your team abroad for a few weeks.

So trust me, and do what I'm telling you.

Yeah, there's two of them.

There was a Yank

and there was a, sort of, classy blonde.

They're as good as...

All right?

I only hope you know what you're doing.

Everyone's got a lot at stake.

Sam.

Coming, my love.

OK.

I'll rest the team.

Oh, and have a good wedding.

I'll save you a piece of cake.

OK.

So what are we going to say?

One dark and stormy night...

Idiot.

Uh, say... Let me see.

Acting on information received...

...whilst investigating a series of robberies in the Hatton Garden area.

We went and got DC Billy Newman blown away.

If that's a vague attempt at self-pity, it stinks.

How about we intercepted three armed robbers and...?

Oh, you do it.

You type faster than me, anyway.

My canary types faster than you do.

OK, shoot.

- Whilst investigating, etc, etc... - Yeah, yeah, I got that.

I can't believe he's dead.

Cut that out.

Poor Billy Newman.

I'm surprised more of us didn't get hit.

Anything from our boys on the street?

No. The gang have disappeared.

That was some risky job, all right.

There's something familiar about these guys.

Is someone answering that or what?

I'm getting it, I'm getting it, OK?

- Cor, can't do everything at once. - Who's asking you to?

And how many times do I tell you

your breakfast is freezing solid in there?

- I can't wear it like this. - Well, take it off, my dear.

It's two hours already before the huppah.

You don't understand about wedding gowns.

I married your mother, didn't I?

It's all wrong.

What do you mean it's all wrong?

It's been all right for the last three weeks.

How come, all of a sudden, it's all wrong?

It'll be all right. Don't worry.

What am I going to do?

I'll phone Mrs Lupin right away. Don't worry.

It will take her ten minutes to get here. We'll fix it.

So why Mrs Lupin again?

Last-minute adjustments to the dress, Sam.

It'll be perfect, darling.

You know, I really imagined this would be something of an occasion!

Our last breakfast with our little girl.

You're so unpractical, Daddy.

Something to remember in the empty days ahead.

Empty? You've got me.

- What is it? - Powell wants us to do another job.

- When? - Now.

What?

This morning. 10:30.

- But all the boys have gone... - It's not that sort of job, Mick.

We're gonna take out those two cops.

And Des Johns one is coming with us.

No way, Danny. Not Des! He's psycho!

It's all fixed, Mickey.

Des is psycho, you know that. He's dangerous.

I know.

We haven't got the time to waste, Mick.

Where do we find 'em?

Oh, no, they're gonna find us.

Hang on. It's for you, Dempsey. Informer with a bad cold.

Yeah, this is Dempsey.

When?

That doesn't give us much time.

Listen, how kosher is this?

On my dear mother's eyes, Mr Dempsey, this is a goer.

City & Provincial Bank on Kennington Street.

Just past the Elephant. 10:30.

They're going to steal a motor from outside Camberwell Crown Court

at 9:15.

It's the, erm, Walsh brothers. I've got to go.

- What's the Elephant? - Biggish, grey, four legs, trunk.

Elephant and Castle. It's a junction south of the river.

City & Provincial Bank, 10:30.

Who would we really like to nab?

I'll give you a clue, in the armed robbery department.

Please, don't give me riddles.

Only the Walsh brothers. That gives us less than two hours.

Wait a minute.

You think this is the Walsh brothers?

- Yes. - Could be anyone.

So it could be the Walsh brothers.

Well, I suppose they're the right sort of build.

Now you're talking, Sergeant. Come on.

You must be joking?

An officer down,

half a dozen people rushing about

trying to arrange another jewellery raid.

And you want me to set up an ambush at the Elephant on a very iffy tip,

and on a totally different job?

City & Provincial is a good target.

The have got 200,000 in cash. And look at their location.

This is just the Walsh brothers' style.

And if they are the guys in the picture...

- And if they're not? - It's still a good arrest.

It could be a complete waste of time.

I've got the top floor screaming for results

of the present investigation.

Eight... No, nine armed robberies in the Hatton Garden area.

Big gem heists. Definite inside info. Much claret.

DC Newman lying on a slab.

The Met worried about our growing list of orphans and widows.

That's your job.

Now, please,

I'm trying not to shout.

Walsh brothers would be a very good collar, sir.

Yeah, even the top floor would have to admit that.

Get me the commander of C11.

Tofty.

It's Gordon.

Mad Gordon.

Can you give me an SP on the Walsh brothers

at breakfast time this morning,

So who told you not to shout?

Oh, local quack.

Says I have to relax.

Tofty.

Marbella?

When?

Great. Cheers.

The Walsh brothers are in Spain.

Listen, Lieutenant, what does the date September 23rd mean to you?

OK, so got a tip that left us a little egg on our face.

Egg?!

50 officers saturating Piccadilly Circus

for seven hours on your definite advice.

And what happened?

You're shouting.

That was a couple of weeks ago.

We were the laughing stock of the whole Met.

OK. Forget it.

Jewel raids. Evidence.

I want your notes on the present investigation by noon.

Thank goodness you came.

Never failed anyone in an emergency, Mrs Powell.

Look who's here.

Mrs Lupin.

Even though some don't appreciate it.

We've got work to do.

- Where's the bride? - I'm here.

Hey, let's look at my little girl!

Daddy, I've got to get ready.

Yeah, yeah, you go and look beautiful, sure.

It's the most exciting day of your life.

Mummy, will you come and see she's pinning it just right?

Course, darling. You go on in. I'm coming.

It's her big day. It's hard to believe.

Sam, what's the matter?

I suppose it's just that.

The last one walked out on her. All right, maybe it was my fault.

- Maybe I was a little over critical. - It's all forgotten now.

I just don't want to see her hurt, again.

Everything's got to go off perfectly.

Your daughter will be married today, I promise you.

You sure you've got nothing else on your mind?

I'm as happy as a father could be. Look at me.

- Bursting with pride. - I know you.

Yeah, well, maybe there are a few business problems at the moment.

Is it money?

Don't worry about it.

Maybe Spikings is right.

Mad Gordon. Did you know they called him that?

Was this the same informant

that landed you in the mire re Piccadilly?

Yes. So what?

I'm a cop, Harry. I know when something's going down.

- I'll go with you. - What?

Take a look. I mean, it can't hurt.

If this thing is going to happen at 10:30,

probably be a lookout there now.

Chas, we got to go out.

Tell the boss, in case he hollers, we'll be back about 11:00.

He'll go crazy.

- No, his doctor told him to relax. - I'll do what I can.

Why all the rush?

You don't need to know.

I want to know, Danny.

These two cops, one of them's a woman.

I know 'em... very well.

They're very close to nailing Powell.

He's got to take 'em out fast.

Before they get a chance to put it all together.

OK. Will be a pleasure.

The Diamond Traders Association are clamouring for a public inquiry.

Nine. Look.

Nine bloody premises broken into in three months.

- Where's Dempsey? - Said he had to go out for a while.

I told him.

I told him I wanted those reports collated by noon.

They thought it was urgent.

- Where have they gone? - Didn't say.

Would you hazard a guess, Sergeant?

Not really.

It's a bloody conspiracy.

They've gone to that damn bank tip off.

- They're checking it out. - Wouldn't you, guv?

Get them back here.

It's only a couple of hours, chief. I'll cover for them.

No, it's not a conspiracy. It's a mutiny.

Well, Fletcher Christian, what have you got?

I've gone over and over all the raids. All the details.

Harry thinks there's somebody

inside the diamond traders selling information.

Times and places of where the most ice is most vulnerable.

Tell you what.

Why don't you go through their notes?

I see they've left them lying about their desks.

They may, after their investigation,

have come up with some evidence to support Makepeace's theory.

Great neighbourhood, huh?

Hmm. Reminds me of home.

Before or after it was condemned?

- Here's the bank. - All seems pretty quiet.

That's what Custer said.

You want to check it out?

- Hold on, keep going. - Sure thing.

- What is it? - Well-built guy, about 50.

Workman's tool bag over his shoulder?

Check. Steven Albert Knee.

- Knee? - As in Bury My Heart At Wounded.

What are you talking about?

- It was a movie. - I never saw it. Was he in it?

The only thing he's been in prison.

For burglary and accessory to armed robbery.

A series, actually. Very heavy.

And as Mad Gordon would say, with much claret.

What is this claret stuff?

Blood. Claret as in gore.

- Will you tell me about accessory? - Well, he was the lookout.

- He got two years, I think. - He's very good.

- He's a pro. - And he's working.

- OK. - What do you think you're doing?

Calling into the factory.

We've got less than an hour to jack this thing up.

Oh, I don't know.

I mean, Spikings still hasn't got over that Piccadilly incident.

No, I think we should wait until we're absolutely sure we're right.

Give me that.

Could get naughty.

Yes.

If this is too heavy for anyone, now's the time to speak.

No, it's all right with me. Sammy Powell pays well enough

and I've got a personal score to settle with these two.

What sort of shooter you gonna use?

A sawn-off bird gun and a Franchi.

Yeah, sounds about right.

Is this a dress? Julia, what a dress.

You should give it to your own daughter. Maybe your granddaughter.

- It's still a bit tight. - Tight? How could it be tight?

I loosened it already.

Maybe your tummy's got a little bit plumper.

Whatever are you suggesting?

I am suggesting that somebody

has been eating too many chocolate eclairs.

What do you think I'm suggesting?

Ronnie says I should stop eating chocolates.

What does he know? My little choo-choola.

Ooh, she loves her chocolate.

A husband should indulge his wife a little.

- Time's passing. - Right.

That will be the caterers.

Sam Powell.

Are they, now?

Well, that's just where I want them.

Great, cheers.

- What do you think? - I think the gig's on.

40 minutes. If we're going to set something up, we have to go now.

I'm not so sure. Can you see Spikings' face

if we throw another bum steer at him?

Look, you're the one always going on about gut feelings.

I've got it now.

This is a street where something's going to happen.

What a rip-off. £20 for the rest of the morning.

Man's got to make a living.

Well, he's hardly going to sell £20 worth of hot dogs in half a morning.

No, but we are.

Look, I have to warn you, I don't how to make these things.

- Don't worry about it. - Urgh!

I'm an ace with dogs. I lived near Coney Island.

You ever hear of Nathan's?

- Don't you think we ought to call in? - What for?

Spiking's going to give us a hard time about those reports.

Besides, there's only about...

35 minutes left.

You sure you know what you're doing?

Hey, you don't tell a New Yorker about hot dogs, honey, OK?

Don't worry about it. I'll cook. You roll. We'll be a great team.

I think I've just spotted another potential customer.

Raincoat, brown shoes, dark cords, dark shirt, gold-rim glasses?

- Smart Alec. - Yeah, I figured him. Known face?

- Yeah. Dawkin, I think. - So we've got two?

- Now can we shout for help? - Look at the time already.

Hey, dude. Lay some ganja on me.

How about I lay your head open

Dempsey, DC MacPherson from Drugs.

Harriet, baby, what's going down? You guys on a stakeout?

Hey, MacPherson, how about giving us a break, huh?

Come on, man. I'll help you maintain your cover.

- Lay some of that junk food on me. - With or without mustard?

As it comes, man. I ain't no gourmet.

Roll me.

Here you go.

- Need any help? - No, we're fine, actually.

We can handle this very well.

Thank you very much, MacPherson. Have a nice day.

You, too. A million stories in the naked city.

Hey, what's the matter with you? That's nourishing stuff.

Hey, didn't your informant say they were going to steal a car?

Right, I forgot. Camberwell Court, 9:15.

Ten o'clock. Call in and check it out.

Chas, Goldfish Niner for you.

Excuse me, guv.

Go ahead, Goldfish Niner.

Chas, listen, find out if a car's been stolen

from Camberwell Court Green this morning

between nine and ten o'clock. Over.

Negative, no. Hang on.

Yes, it's just come up. You got a crystal ball, or what?

Make and colour, please. Over.

Make, Daimler Sovereign.

Colour, burgundy. Dark red, to you.

Is that them?

Goldfish Niner. This is Big Daddy speaking.

'Your notes don't make sense.'

They do to me, Big Daddy.

Pray, who is Ostrich One?

Nobody, yet. It's a codename.

I think it's the guy behind the nine heists.

I haven't got a positive ID on him yet.

But we are looking for a diamond broker

with large overseas connections.

Speak plain English, Goldfish.

I don't know who he is yet, OK? It's just a matter of time.

Well, get your butt in here and we'll all put our thinking caps on.

Listen, I think this bank job is a goer.

'The Walsh brothers are in Marbella. I told you.'

Would you check it again?

Say again?

Please, I'd appreciate it, sir.

Anything else we can do for you?

Tea, coffee? A sandwich, perhaps?

No, we've got the food situation under control.

There is one thing.

I thought there might be.

'A Steven Albert Knee and a guy named Dawkin.'

Full checkout. Associates, the lot.

I'll handle things on this end. Out.

Is he sending some backup?

After the Piccadilly thing? I doubt it.

Thanks. Here you go.

Thank you. Thank you.

You see? They're eating 'em.

Only because you're selling them at half-price.

Anyway.

Dempsey, what if this thing is on?

Hey, sure it's on.

The car was stolen this morning.

The Walsh brothers are on their way here.

What's the matter with you?

Maybe I'm scared. Has that occurred to you?

You? Come on. A person who's seen me

take on some of the heaviest hoods in the business.

You know, some London cops, some New York cops,

they never even fire their pieces for real.

How many gunfights you been in?

- That's not the point. - That IS the point.

We've got a job to do.

So don't give me "scared". I don't need it.

Maybe I've got butterflies myself.

I keep seeing Billy sprawled out on the ground.

Here. This will kill the butterflies.

You idiot.

'Control to Charlie Five.

Control, this is Goldfish Niner. You rang?

Goldfish Niner, reference the brothers in question.

They did go to Spain, as we thought.

The thing is, they came back the same night via the Irish Republic.

So they could have done a job? Over.

Correct.

Well, thanks a million, Dad.

Any luck?

Goldfish Niner, I'm requesting a backup unit for you.

It will be with you as soon as possible.

That's a negative.

You start some activity on the street,

you're gonna scare our friends away.

Listen, I plan to immobilise their vehicle when they go on the inside.

'Don't do anything until you hear from us, over.'

Roger.

We'll do this gently.

I don't want any civilians put at risk.

'I'll ring the bank manager and ask him to clear the counter area.'

That's a negative. We already know there's two outside.

What if they've got a lookout inside?

Then the job is blown.

We'll catch the occupants of the stolen car

and get them for the possession of firearms.

That will be an eight-year stretch for the Walsh brothers.

'Over and out.'

Dammit. I wish we had more time.

It's been quite a morning.

- It ain't over yet. - Yeah.

Hey, your mind ain't on the job. You thinking about Billy again?

The gang. They were so well prepared.

- Yeah, they took precautions. - Even had men outside.

- In case of an emergency. - Like us.

We must have ruffled the ostrich's feathers.

Yeah. And Billy paid for it.

It ain't a nice taste.

- But we go on, right? - Right.

Even the score for Billy.

Yeah?

He's nervous, poor dear.

Yeah?

It's his baby's big day.

Yeah. Yeah.

They're cutting it fine.

All right, thanks.

You'll be well looked after.

Good, good.

- Something wrong here. - Yeah.

It's here. And it's gorgeous.

Careful, dear. Careful.

Now, don't forget, the minute we've gone, the minicab will come

and take you to the hotel for the reception.

And remember, the caterers must be watched.

- I'll look after it, Mrs P. - You're an angel.

Darling, you look radiant.

Doesn't your daughter look radiant, Samuel.

Samuel.

Come on, Daddy. Get me to the church on time.

What is it?

Business, dear. He's got a big business problem.

Not a problem any more, my darlings.

Right now, it's being dealt with.

What's this?

Well, it looks more natural.

Cops are never relaxed. Have you noticed?

Oh, yeah. Urgh!

- What? - You stink of hot dogs.

Oh, they were delicious.

- Oh-oh! - What?

- It's a heist. - What are you talking about?

Those kids in the car across the street,

they're gonna turn over that shop.

Four minutes. They're going to blow it.

Wait here.

Don't do it. Don't do it. There's cops everywhere.

Who you talking to?

There's cops all over. Look at that guy.

- Jesus Christ, lay off me. - He's an undercover cop, man.

They're onto you. They know what's going down.

Hi. My name's Harry.

You want to get blown away, huh?

You're lucky if you get out of here.

I'm telling you. Split right now. Right now.

- Who the hell are you? - The Lone Ranger.

Bye!

Nice work, Tonto.

Uh-oh. Burgundy Daimler.

Yeah.

This Phillip Dawkin Dempsey gave us to check up on.

- Yes? - He's been associating

with one Sammy Powell.

I know Powell.

I once put a surveillance team on him for 15 months

and he didn't put a foot wrong. Not even a parking ticket.

Here they come again.

It is them.

It's the Walsh brothers and someone else.

That someone else is Des Johns one.

I shot his brother. What's he doing here?

This job isn't heavy enough for Des Johns one.

But diamonds?

Samuel Nathan Powell, in June of this year,

acquired a major holding in an old, established firm of diamond brokers.

Dempsey and Make peace interviewed him four weeks ago.

Powell wouldn't have liked that.

Sammy's always prided himself in manipulating people.

Like feeding someone a false tip off, reference Piccadilly Circus.

Then three weeks later, feeding another tip off,

reference the notorious Walsh brothers and a bank raid.

Which means that maybe...

...the City & Provincial Bank

is not on the menu this morning, after all.

It's 10:29. There isn't much time.

Control to Charlie Five.

What's going on? We've been trying to raise you. Over.

What is your precise location? Over.

Erm, 60 yards east of the bank, Kennington Street.

'And have identified the occupants as the Walsh brothers

'and one Desmond Johns one. Over.'

Listen, Harry, it's not the bank.

It's you.

He says it's us.

It's all to do with the jewel heists and yesterday's ambush.

Ostrich is a villain called Powell.

Sammy Powell.

'Now, listen carefully.'

This is an order.

We've got one funeral next week, I don't want three.

Get off the street and wait until your backup arrives.

Out.

My dear Julia and my dear Ronnie.

I am happy to welcome you under this huppah.

And also your family and all of your relatives, and your friends.

And on this beautiful day, may I offer up this little prayer?

- What the hell are they doing? - They must be going round the back.

Borei p'ri hagofen.

Baruch ata hashem. Eloheynu melech ha-olam.

Asher kid'shanu b'mitzvotav.

M'kadesh amo Yisra'el.

Al yidei chuppah v'kiddushin.

Mrs Powell, would you give it to Julia, please?

Mr Warner, would you give it to your son, please?

- So why don't they come for us? - They want us to go for them.

Two cops shot preventing a robbery. It's the perfect cover for a hit.

- Scum drove by and let us clock them. - Looks like it.

- Mazel tov! - Mazel tov! - Mazel tov!

OK. We wait and nothing's going to happen.

OK. The way I see it is Billy died thanks to Sammy Powell, right?

Well, those gentlemen over there can help us put Mr Powell away for good.

Sure, if we catch 'em in the act.

So let's go and talk to them

before they decide to return to sunny Spain.

- You sure? - Don't ask.

- All we need's a plan. - How does decoy sound to you?

Yeah, like the short straw.

- I'll do it. - It's my favour.

- He's mine. - Hold it.

When I say.

Where's the girl?

I want that face.

Where are you, Harry?

Life is hard, then you die.

Armed police!

Freeze!

- Smile, please. Say cheese. - Cheese.

Better. Thank you very much indeed.

OK, thank you very much.

Can I now have the parents, please?

Mr and Mrs Warner. Mr and Mrs Powell.

Get together, please. Thank you.

Where are you going, Mr Powell?

Get back.

Oh, that was lovely. How about one more, huh? For the prison album.

Hold it.

Smile.

What a mishegoss. It's one of them joke telegrams.

How about one more for us?