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'..in third place.
Duchess of Malfi going wide...'

Oh, I had a tenner on that!

- Punters.
- Always after easy money, ain't you?

Oh, not like you, Mr Simmons.

Well, that's different, innit, eh?
I mean, I'm in trouble, in't I?

Else I wouldn't be doing this,
would I?

Can you get FM on that thing?

- Dempsey!
- I like to keep up.

'One, three, one...'

So this is what you do
when you're off duty?

Listen to police messages?

A good cop is never off duty.

'Three one Archer Street.'

We've just passed there.

Hold out as long as you can.

Brides are always late, anyway.

Move it, Cecil.

Well, come on!

I'm going as fast as I bloody can,
in't I?

Get a move on!

All right, you heard it.

- What about the gear?
- Stuff the gear!

There. There it is, on the left.
Pull over there.

Phelpsy!

Phelpsy!

Phelps! Agh!

You, take him!
Makepeace, come on.

Follow that Ford, Cecil.
And step on it.

Come on. Come on!

Come on!
You damn, lousy British cars!

Maybe you're just not
the Rolls type.

Where do you think you're going?

Interview room.
A guy named Simmons.

And who might you be?

Lieutenant Dempsey, SI 10.
The desk sergeant said it was OK.

Did he, now? Well, I'm the one
who says if it's OK, Lieutenant,

and what I say is it isn't OK!
OK?

Well, let me guess. You must be
the head honcho around here.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Lacey,
Divisional CID.

And you address me as "sir".

Look, I don't want a hard time.
Sir.

I've already been cleared
by the division, you know.

I've got a kind of an interest
in this case.

I'm like the arresting officer.

You are a cowboy.

Yeah, I've heard about you, Dempsey.

You know the advice
they give cowboys?

Stay away from Lulu
at the Long Ranch?

What are you doing here?

You're meant to be on honeymoon.

She didn't turn up. Where's Dempsey?

Where's Dempsey?

He's riding the lone trail
over at H Division.

Says he has clearance.

- It was our collar.
- Well, it's not!

Shut up!

It's not SI 10 business.
And you both know it.

Anyway... I've straightened it out.

He won't get past the door.

Besides...

Simmons is about to be bailed.

Yeah, well, it's all right for you,
innit?

Eh?

They're still sitting out there.

Well, do something about it!
Get off your...

What's the point of this?

Make him edgy.

A guy gets out on bail, clams up,
I wanna know why.

Must be big.

He's a real little Napoleon
of crime.

Two illegal parkings,
one drunken charge.

One disorderly conduct.

Christmas 1965.

You laugh. Go ahead, you'll see.

Dempsey, the man is a citizen.

He drinks at Christmas.

So he went off the rails.
He did one little bank.

I got a feeling in my guts.

That's the mustard.

You're getting obsessive again.

I recognise the signs.

'Control to Charlie Five.'

Charlie Five. Hey, Chas. Uh, listen.

Sorry about the wedding
and all that.

'That's OK. Probably for the best.'

- Poor Chas.
- Lucky Chas!

'I have a message for you.

'You are to return immediately,
repeat, immediately,

'and report to Spikings.

'Over.'

Great. Over and out.

What's going on?

- Soundproofing.
- It ain't working.

Never mind the sarcasm, just...

Oi!

Try and keep it down to a dull roar.

- You called?
- Leave Simmons to H division.

How'd you know
we were tailing Simmons?

- I was informed.
- He was informed.

What the hell is going on here?

I tried to interrogate Simmons
this morning.

He was just about to spill the beans
on something real juicy,

- when this guy Lacey...
- Detective Chief Inspector Lacey.

Right.

Comes crashing through the door
with his high-powered attorney,

and that's it for Simmons.
He's like a clam.

I smell something.
You smell something?

Paint.

I'm talking about influence, power,
money, clout.

Just stay away from it.

That's an order.

If it's here, we'll find it,
Simmons.

A lot better for you
if you save us the trouble.

You find any cash round here,
you can keep it.

Hear that, Taylor?

Attempting to bribe
a police officer.

Dempsey.

Lacey.

I would say that you two
don't like each other, am I right?

No, he's a fun guy.

He's a detective chief inspector.

- That's his problem.
- Now, listen, Dempsey.

One of these days you be breezing
back to the concrete canyons,

singing "Goodbye, Piccadilly".

I live in this funny little country.

I have to work here.
I don't need enemies in high places.

Fine, wait in the car.

Don't tell me what to do.

Don't wait in the car.

You are now in trouble.

Don't waste your motors, sir.

Lulu and I are here
on legitimate business.

You'd better be.

Hey, Simmons.
What do you say, what you know?

Sorry, yank. Nothing to say.

I tell you why I'm here. I, uh...

I need, uh, two 4x8
three quarter inch pine,

and two 4x4 redwood posts
with the maple veneer.

Right, that's it. Out.

I'm building a doghouse for my dog.

Out, now!

A good copper would have checked,
Dempsey.

Your Mr Simmons has ceased trading.

Went to the wall, didn't you,
Simmons?

We heard he went through it.

Five minutes.

Five, count them.

Make the most of it, Dempsey,
because this is the last time.

I just want five minutes
with the guy,

then we're off the case.

- I mean it.
- So do I.

Love your timing.

Harry. Be a pal, follow the guy.

Mm-hm. And what will you be doing?

If I tell you,
that would make you an accomplice.

You're so predictable.

Who's a naughty boy, then, eh?

'MP to all mobiles,
vicinity Fox Hill.

'Go to 25, two five, Fox Hill.

'Intruder reported on premises.'

Damn you, Dempsey!

Selfish.

Arrogant.

Smug.

'Dempsey?'

Dempsey?

I know it's you.
It's your wet nurse here.

'I'm sick of your dirty tricks,

'your violation of the rules,

'your breach of civilised codes
of conduct.'

You have the morality of...

'A waste disposal unit.

'Oh.'

There's a patrol car on its way.

I...

I could... I could have made
a break for it, but I didn't.

I thought we'd get these things
sorted out.

I mean, no reason for a problem,
right?

I mean, there must be ways.

No need to let this get out of hand.

I paid you off.

A big sum.

And you had to knock off
that bloody bank.

I was desperate.

There's desperate, my son,
and there is desperate.

Did you really think your life
was worth 40,000 quid?

- You got something to tell me?
- I already have.

Yeah? When d'you do that?

Where'd Simmons go?

I wouldn't know, I was on the phone.

You lost him?

Is that what you're telling me?

You broke your tail
to make a lousy phone call?

Seemed important.

Who'd you call?

Doesn't matter. He wasn't in.

You shouldn't have given up
your tail.

She called me.

It's on again.
Can you make it next Saturday?

- Sure.
- Great.

Oh, by the way,
bloke called Simmons rang.

Asked for the yank.

Wants you to meet him, er...
seven o'clock round at his yard.

Said go in the back way.

Thanks, Chas.

I'll handle this one.

Alone.

Simmons?

It's Dempsey.

I'm alone.

Simmons?

Hi there, fella.

How you doing?

Not so good, huh?

What happened to you?
Maybe you need a vet.

James Dempsey?

I'm a police officer, and I have
a warrant to search these premises.

Hey, hey, hey, what is this?

Hey, you wanna tell me
what's going on? I'm sorry.

Just trying to cooperate, sir.

All right, hold it right there!

- Gonna be sensible, are we?
- I'll tell you what we're gonna be!

In about one second,
I'm gonna be mad as hell,

and you're gonna be flat
on your high-ranking butt!

Go on. Obstructing the execution
of my duty.

Please.

Uh-uh.

You're scum, Dempsey.

Sure, I took the money.

I found it in Simmons's kitchen
in a cookie jar.

It's marked "bank loot".

I don't know how you guys missed it.

You're not helping yourself,
Lieutenant.

You want a confession or not?

So I figured the guy
was gonna yell cop, so I iced him.

Call it cementing
Anglo-American relations.

Trying to be clever?

I think I'm being hung out to dry,
that's what I think.

If I was gonna knock the guy off,
would I be at the scene?

Would I leave dabs
all over his house?

Would I put the money
in my own damn sofa?

Would I? What kind of an amateur
do you take me for?

I'd like five minutes
with him alone.

If that's all right with you.

Me too.

No, you wouldn't you wouldn't, pal.

You wanna find out who killed
Simmons, find his driver.

We already did. His name's Phelps.

- Well, what did he say?
- Not a lot.

No brains.

Back of his head was missing.

Dempsey, you're a clown.

Yeah, but under the greasepaint
my heart is breaking.

Shut up!

You're in trouble.

Big trouble.

- Big like Texas is big.
- I know.

And stop acting
like Groucho bloody Marx!

DCI Lacey is out there now
ringing his divisional commander

for authorisation to charge you.

With murder.

Homicide in your parlance.

He can't make that stick.

Even with the circumstantial
evidence he's got,

he can charge you.

I'm going to get myself
a cup of tea.

I expect to find you here
when I get back.

Because if you take it
on your toes...

..I won't be able to help you.

You understand
what I'm saying to you?

Loud and clear.

Leave your gun here.

Hi, honey. Hard day at the office?

You made a lot of assumptions,
coming here.

Why, were you expecting someone?

Don't be obtuse.

You know what I mean.

Are we talking about the warrant?

The warrant.

The fact that you're a fugitive,
and I'm a police officer.

We're talking about duty.

My duty to arrest you.

What about loyalty?

Ever hear of loyalty,
like between partners?

- In sickness and in health?
- Damn right.

- Till death sentence do us part?
- I do.

Dammit, Dempsey!

- This is serious.
- What's serious?

My neck or your pension?

Give me one half decent reason
why I shouldn't arrest you.

Try "innocent".

Come on, Harry!

I need your help.

You're all I got.

OK.

You can stay one night.

But then you're on your own.

Hi.

I didn't think you were coming.

Neither did I.

This is all I can spare.
So don't ask for more.

Don't worry, I'll pay you back.

Dempsey, since yesterday
I've blown my career,

I've conspired to obstruct
the course of justice,

and for the first time in six years
I'm overdrawn at the bank.

All right, so what do we know?
Simmons worked for Harris, right?

He was a foreman,
then he was a quarry manager.

How much could
a quarry manager make?

15 grand?

I saw his bank book.

So he made a bit more.

Ripped him off,
whatever he was doing,

but it still wasn't enough
to kill a guy.

So where does this get us?

Back at the bank.

- The bank?
- Harris Strang built it.

So let's go pay Harris a visit.

Mr Harris, please.

I'm sorry,
Mr Harris is in a meeting.

- Erm, Mr Embry's free.
- No, we don't wanna see Embry.

- We wanna see Harris, the boss.
- He's with me.

- Package here, it's for Mr Harris.
- Thank you.

Mr Embry, there's a police sergeant
here for Mr Harris.

Certainly.

Will you follow me, please?

Mr Harris's office,
special delivery.

Thanks.

- Mr Harris? Need a signature.
- Erm... er...

Lieutenant Dempsey, Mr Harris.

Got a minute?

I'm already late for an appointment.
But you can have one minute.

Fine.

Talk for a minute
about John Simmons.

Also late.

I've already told all this
to your Mr Lacey.

I'll say it again.

I bought the West London quarries
about three years ago.

We put Simmons in as foreman.

He seemed to be reliable, efficient,
well liked.

Embry and personnel
could tell you more.

I don't know much about him.

Well, I'm interested
in your impressions, Mr Harris,

because reliable people
don't rob banks.

Agreed, it surprised me,
but... people always do.

Me too.
Let me tell you what I think.

- In 30 seconds.
- OK.

I think Simmons was involved
in a scam right here.

- A what?
- A scam, a con job.

Maybe they were ripping off
construction materials,

or selling blueprints
to high security installations

like banks, diamond houses.
You build a lot of those?

No.

Mostly hotels, office blocks,
schools. The old bridge.

Whatever it was, whoever was
paying them to hush it up,

wasn't paying them enough.

So he figured he'd cash in
on what he knew. Rob a bank.

This is a very big company,
Lieutenant.

What made it big, what keeps it big,
is me.

I know what goes on.
Every nut and bolt.

Take my word for it,
if there was any scam going on here,

I'd know about it.

I believe you, Mr Harris.

And?

I'd like to report a stolen car.

I'll keep this short, sergeant.

I'm required to ask you
if you have any knowledge

of the present whereabouts
of Lieutenant Dempsey.

I'm not asking if you have seen him
or if you're going to see him.

Just whether you know where he is
at this moment.

Yes or no?

No, sir.

No.

That's all.

I respect and understand loyalty,
sergeant.

Even when it's misplaced.

Look, sir.

I'm the first to admit
that Dempsey is undisciplined

and totally irresponsible.

But he cares about his job.

He cares about it
more than anything.

Now, we both know that these charges
are ridiculous.

So you cannot expect me to stand by
and do nothing.

Just don't let him take you down
with him.

- Oh, man!
- Close, close. That was very close.

OK, let's go again, all right.
Back in the corner.

Two, three, four.

- # Hey now
- Hey now

♪ Hey now. ♪

- Uh, mama. Keep practising.
- OK, later.

- Right.
- Two, three, four.

Sorry to interrupt. You seem to be
having such a good time.

That's cool.
I won't tell them you're a cop.

Say we steal cars together.

It's parked around the corner
from your house.

What d'you get from Embry?

Not much.

Except that Simmons didn't work
on the bank.

They built it after he started
at the quarry.

How's things at the rancho?

We're surviving.

Maybe I'll be back
before you start to miss me.

With your shield, or on it?

Very Spartan, like your new life.

Early crud is coming back.

It's very you.

I kinda like it.
Unstructured, uncluttered.

What are you going to do?

Get a job.

Are you Malley?

I'm Jim Cooper.

New driver.

Guy in the office said
you could set me up.

I can do.

Come on.

He's called himself Cooper.

Brian took him on.

No, no, I sent him out with a load.

Are you kidding?

What do you think I am,
Murder Incorporated?

You want me to drain
his brake fluid,

like they do in the movies?
This one's a bloody copper!

'They'll be all over us.'

No, they won't.

He's out on his own.

And he's dirty.

They cover up dirt. We all do.

Can we make this fast?

Spikings thinks
I'm meeting a snitch.

Don't you love truck stops?

I mean... look at this.

You could take a dozen sets
of dabs off of that,

and you wouldn't even
have to dust it.

Dempsey, what are we doing here?

- I'm a trucker.
- Oh, really?

Well, in that case, there you go.

That's a lot more authentic.

I love ketchup.

I got something for you.

What is this?

Well, that's sand,
and that's gravel.

You detected that all by yourself.

It's from the quarry.

Where Simmons worked.

That's part of the scam, I bet you.

Rich mineral deposit.
Get it analysed.

You brought me here for this?

And lunch.

Cooper.

The slow road, Cooper?

- Took my lunch break.
- Oh, yeah.

Well, I don't know if you've got
what it takes.

We drive in all conditions here.

And new boys always do
the test circuit.

Test circuit?

Round the site once,
back here again.

That's all I've got to do?

You think you can handle it, then?

If youse can, I can.

Yeehah!

All right, baby.
Come on, give it what you got.

Yeah, wooha!

What the...?

Ugh!

Ah, question.

How many hours does it take
two men with hand tools

to break through a four foot
reinforced concrete wall?

The bank was open
on Saturday morning,

so they couldn't have had
more than, what, three hours?

Four hours, tops.

I'm sorry. I'm going to have to go
to work, I'm sorry about this.

So sorry. So sorry.

Look, I'm hardly dressed
for breaking into a bank.

Don't worry about it.
If my guess is right,

Simmons went through that wall

faster than you'd have
time to change.

So, now you owe me £300.

A new evening dress,
an expensive meal,

possibly a new career.

Didn't I just take you to lunch?

- I didn't eat anything.
- That's not my fault.

Hold it.

This concrete is hard.

Wait a minute. This is new concrete.

- And they were digging...
- On old concrete.

Cream cheese.

Dr Pohl? Police.

Oh, hello.

You are police?
What do muggers look like?

Mm-hm. Hmm.

Soft, huh?

Pliable.

It's what?

It crumbles like a cookie.

- This sample is from where?
- A bank.

A bank? How old?

Two, three years.

Yes...

The basement, yes?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Damp. It accelerates the reaction.

What you have here
is an alkali aggregate reaction.

Give me a break, doc, huh?
What's that in English?

You got money in this bank?

Move it. You'll lose it.

But you said the other day...

The sample you showed me
from your quarry,

I assumed that was for road beds,
or ballast.

This sort of gravel,
you don't use for concrete.

It reacts with the cement.

Then after a while...

Mr Harris!

What's this 45 tons of aggregate?

Go and check it.

He's here. That yank copper.

He keeps coming and coming.

So you see, it's Harris's gravel.

The stuff he uses in his concrete,
it's making his buildings unsafe,

and that's what he's been trying
to cover up.

Amazing. Amazing!

Your lips move,
and I hear Dempsey's voice.

So what about the warrant?

I'll have the warrant withdrawn.

You keep Dempsey off the street
before he blows this case apart.

- Well Dempsey thinks...
- He doesn't.

Dempsey thinks a case is solved
when he knows who the bad guys are.

It doesn't have to go to court,

it doesn't have to be proved
beyond any reasonable doubt.

Well, you get me criminal evidence,

and I'll arrest your Mr Harris
and any other...

Harris?

Your time's up, Harris.
I got your scam figured.

You can't quite see it from here.

I've got a school going up there
for September.

Up for September, down by Christmas?

It cost me an arm and a leg.
The stuff's useless for concrete.

No one does that to me.

Did he go in the mixer too?

South America.

I've just passed on the loss
to the shareholders.

Name of the game.

Well, it's too bad Simmons found out
your buildings were made of mush.

I paid him to keep quiet,
but he got greedy.

His mistake was doing that bank.

It got your nose twitchy.

You're going to jail, Harris.
I'll find one you didn't build.

I'm not.

I'm in line for a knighthood.

I've got influence.

Put him over, Mr Malley.

Harris, stop!

Makepeace!

Makepeace! Makepeace!

Agh!

Charlie Five to control.
This is Dempsey.

- 'Charlie Five receiving you.'
- Get me Lacey. Right away.

I want to make a citizen's arrest.

'Message received, Charlie Five.'

You don't belong here.

It's just a matter of time.

You got lucky, that's all.

Some guys get lucky.

Some were born lucky.

Some get luck thrust upon them.

Good thing you happened by.

Don't mention it.

Why did you?

To get you to the church on time.

This is all so sudden.

Mm-mm.

Well, what do you know?

She showed up.

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