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Count those bags. And pick up that money!

Line them up over there.

Where's Biggleswade?

Line them up over there. And search 'em.

We've got one of them, sir. Yeah, one of ours.

Where's the money? Where's the money?

Where's the money?

Where's the ambulance?

I wanna talk to the security guard. Oi!

Hold up!

Hey! Pick those one-ers up, will you?

And turn that hooter off.

Thanks, Thorpe.

Can you see out of that? Yeah.

How many? Take them down the station.

I wanna talk to them. But they're hospital cases, sir.

Give 'em a drink and take them to the station!

Have we got all the money? Yes.

And all the villains.

Could be a nice result, guv.

Could be.

Er...guv, can I have a word with you?

Yes, George.

There's a bag missing.

What? Someone's run off with over 30 grand.

Come on!

You, move.

Over there.

Keep going.

Take your shoelaces out.

Your belts off...

your braces, your ties and your watches.

I want my brief.

Quiet!

Look, he needs a doctor - Just get your belt off, Biggleswade.

You think I'm gonna hang myself, Carter?

You say 'sir' when you speak to me.

Thank you.

The van was broken open and they were apprehended

leaving the scene of the crime with masks, pick-axe handles and chains.

But I'm charging them with the equivalent

of parking their vehicle on a yellow line. Have you got it?

Nasty one.

Here, guv, do you fancy a drink? The pubs are open, aren't they?

You wanna get that eye seen to. Soon enough, Stan, soon enough.

Hello?

I want the street searched again and a check on that van driver

and the geezer riding shotgun. All the dirt you can dig up.

Infidelities, mortgages, the lot. You did ask them to cooperate.

They could've been killed. Stay out of this, George.

And Matt, check that security firm for leaks.

Yes, sir. All right, sir. Thank you.

The boss. He wants to see you now.

You had 3 cars, 20 men, a tip-off and a bloody cameraman.

And you still lost £35,000.

We got the whole team, sir. The works!

That's what counts, isn't it?

Sit down, Jack.

I've got a report here...

Security company who want to pin the loss on the commissioner.

They - They say you advised the driver

there might be a...spot of bother.

When he suggested an alternative route, you said...

'Don't worry, old cock.

You'll have half the heavy mob sitting on your tail.'

With what result? Unfortunately, there was a hold-up.

The, er...traffic lights.

I recall a certain case last year, Jack.

You and your squad nicked five men coming out of a van

with pick-axe handles and shotguns.

The Director of Public Prosecution's filed out the charges

and they got off with nothing but illegal possession of arms.

When we come out of court,

you swore that the next time you nicked those villains,

it would be on the actual job.

You better find that money, Jack.

And all of it.

Afraid the lift's out of order, guv.

Hello, Doris. My God. It's Jack the lad.

Is the old man in? Is he ever out?

Wilf?

It's your friend, Mr Regan.

7st 13.

'Number 20, 7:30.'

We've nicked your Harry. Aye.

It were on t'news.

He'll get 14 this time.

This is nice, Wilf.

Here, have you got a W?

That boy scout you brought with you's wrecking the place in here.

We don't need one. Harry's nicked and there's 35,000 missing.

You don't think you'll find it here, do you?

Well, somebody's got it.

Well, I haven't.

Local factory, Len.

40 years.

What's the news from the lab?

No news. Don't they know it's a rush job?

It's a film, guv, not a Polaroid.

It's neither - it's my flamin' neck.

What are you charging them with?

I shall make a full statement in due course.

Is it true money's still missing? Jack, just the names!

They've been here all morning.

There's nobody of any account.

Simmonds, the bloke from the Chronicle, was in again.

Blew some smoke in my face.

Threatened me with a fiver. I hope you took the money and ran.

He says he knows what's going on.

More than I do.

And your office was on the line.

Do me a favour - tell 'em I'm here? Your governor wants to see you.

Urgent.

I've just gone to lunch.

You had it in your hand.

Did I?

Yes.

You were holding the bag when I jumped you.

Well...you must have got it.

Sir. No.

No, I haven't got it. You slung it somewhere.

Is Detective Chief Inspector Morrison home?

Inspector Regan.

Look, Biggleswade, that bag contained £35,000.

That is the equivalent of a first divvy win on the pools

in an average week.

Don't tell me you let it just fall out your hands!

It described an arc.

A parabola.

Into a crowd of disinterested spectators before it disappeared.

All of a sudden, a dirty great pudding went flying through the air.

It came to earth...

I know not where.

Listen, Morry, I want you to do me a favour.

If Maynon makes any move against me, I wanna know.

No, I'm not being paranoid.

No, I just wanna be informed. I can't sort this out

with him hovering over me like some hysterical gunship

ready to blast me the minute he breaks into prayers.

Course I'll find it.

There'll be a perfectly simple, logical explanation to all this.

I'm trying to refresh your memory, Biggles.

It was a brown bag marked 'money'.

What's happened to him?

He's playing Little Jack Horner, guv.

Really? You'll get no plums from me, Harry,

if you don't come up with where that puppy is.

I want my solicitor. Give us a statement first.

I got rights, just like you!

You just violated every right in the book, Harry.

Ambushing an armoured security van,

nicking 30 grand and putting two of my boys in hospital.

I got a right to talk to my family, let them know where I am.

They know where you are. I've just been to see 'em.

They looked very pleased. They were grinning from ear to ear.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Where's the money?

I don't know! Well, they must know.

Otherwise why the smirks from Mum and Dad?

Why didn't you search the place? We did.

Here. We found that.

Your mum said you lost it three years ago.

Where'd you find it?

Under the wardrobe.

I bet you left it looking a right mess.

We left it as we found it.

A right mess.

Here. Ta.

Craftsmanship.

No foreign muck here.

I don't know.

Here you are, grafting away.

Buying information, making plans, working like a dog.

The job comes off, you get nicked and someone else grabs the money.

14 years, you'll get. Just to let someone else have a nice time.

Hard world, innit?

What about a statement?

No. I want my brief.

You'll get a brief, Harry, when we get the money.

I'll tell you who I think has the money.

You got it. You nicked it and you're putting it on me.

Do you know something, Harry?

You've got a criminal mind.

Anything?

Not here, guv.

Get the council to take these up.

Then get down 'em.

The drains?

The drains, Detective Constable Thorpe.

The drains.

Call from the press office, sir. Simmonds is onto the story.

I know that, the local nick knows that, everybody knows that.

Why is it the press office are the last to find out?

Biggleswade's lawyer's called. He's threatening to make trouble.

Who is he? Haykin. He's a heavyweight.

Keep him at bay. I've run a check on that security van driver.

He's clean, guv, and so's his oppo.

I want all the information we can get on Biggleswade.

Persuade one of those... ambitious women DCs in the division

to go down to those flats and schlup around a bit,

see what she can come up with.

Are these the reports? Well, these are some of the reports.

There's 20 police officers involved and they're all writing reports.

I can't read 20 reports. Carter could do it.

You do it, Matt. I want George to stay with Biggles and co.

Matt. George.

We get a statement? Nah. I'll let him be.

He's been without sleep for 36 hours. So have I, George.

No, I tried a new angle.

I just spent six hours with Big Tel.

Congratulations

'Tel,' I said, 'you were arrested carrying a four-foot length

of heavy-duty chain. Do you still insist

you were taking your dog for a walk?'

'Yes,' he said. 'He's a very big dog.'

You got the wrong approach. Get him talking about Arsenal.

He's potty about Arsenal. 'All right,' I said.

'How do you explain the fact

you were wearing an ex-army flak jacket?'

'The weather turned nasty,' he said.

Tell him the whole team's been put on the transfer list.

Shake his confidence. 'Right...

You were walking your dog,

carrying a four-foot length of heavy-duty chain,

wearing an ex-army flak jacket. What happened to the dog?'

'It escaped,' he said, 'when the fracas started.'

'All right. It took fright, ran home,

opened the back door and locked himself in the kitchen.

Cos that's where we found him.' Know what he said?

'He used to be a circus dog. He knows quite a lot of tricks.'

I don't know why you're wasting your time on Tel. Biggleswade's the man.

I er, went down the drains, guv. Yes, Thorpe. I deduced that.

You smell like a day out at Barking Creek.

Nothing there. We wanted.

I think you'd better take a shower, Thorpe.

Yes, guv.

Dear, dear.

We're not gonna get anything out of Biggles.

He's not human. His soul's made out of soya beans.

Just keep on at Biggleswade.

There's got to be a perfectly simple explanation to all this.

Come on, Harry. We've been at it for 24 hours. Now can't we wrap it up?

You'll have me in the divorce court at this rate.

You and me both.

Yeah, that's right.

Your old woman gave you the biggie years ago, didn't she?

So, she ran off.

Yeah, well, you're so mean, she didn't have any choice.

No?

I supported her kid ever since.

Tough, aren't I?

How old's he now?

Eight.

Girl.

Do you get on all right?

All right.

What's she gonna think when you pull a stroke like this?

She's not gonna see you in a collar and tie

until you're drawing your old-age pension.

Have you got any kids of your own, Mr Carter?

So what do you know about children?

Peter Principle, isn't it?

You stay at what you're good at, let the mugs get ahead.

Nah. No, there's nothing up there but ulcers and disappointment.

Guv. There's someone in the snug. Wants to see you in private.

Well, you think about it, but my advice is don't do it.

All right, who is it? It's Mr Morrison.

Morry?

Hello, Morry. What you got for me?

Maynon's put a check on your means and credit accounts.

That goes for the rest of your team, too. And you said I was paranoid.

It's not a full-blown enquiry. It's the thin end of the wedge.

And keep it to yourself. I'd appreciate it.

Who's leading the investigation?

That's the point, Jack. I am.

I just wanna say I shall confine my attention to this particular business.

Anything else that comes up, I'll ignore, of course. Of course.

There'll be an investigation, you know.

Right down the line, regarding the money.

Maynon, well, he wants to keep it in the family, if you -

He doesn't want his dirty washing done in public.

Why doesn't he just suspend me and have done with it? Come on, Jack!

Don't take it like that. OK.

Well, thanks for marking my card, Morry.

Nice to know your governor thinks you're a villain.

I had a talk with Morry. Don't take it too personal.

No. As I keep telling people, sir, it's only my neck.

I'm trying to save the squad, not your neck.

OK, WPC Bond. You got that?

Right. When you phone in, ask for me.

All right.

What are these? That's the others.

The other what? The other reports.

God...

Is George in? Yep.

Listen, yesterday I asked for a list of all vehicles in the area

at the time of the robbery.

I've been a bit busy down at the nick.

How far have you got with Biggleswade?

I've got nowhere. By the way, guv...

we got the film back. That's right, Matt.

Save the good news till last.

Well, get it on the machine!

And Matt? You'd better get that vehicle list.

All right.

Is it all there? Yeah.

By the way, Matt, you get a girl onto that research, yeah?

Yes, guv. I've already got one. All right.

Nice one, if you like it a bit on the heavy side.

I hope that didn't influence your choice. You want the truth?

Hold all calls, Jerry. OK, run it, Jimmy.

Egads! It's not gonna be all like this?

That's what we call the leader, Matt. That's what it is?

So it isn't.

It's all go in the police force.

You're putting on weight, Reg.

Old blue eyes is at it again. How does he do it? How does he do it?

She said, 'Very badly.'

Quiet!

Her sister's all right. Have you seen her, George? No.

You could've offered her one. I mean, a cigarette.

The governor took all the magazines.

Glad we got this all on film. Aren't you, guv?

Right, off we go. Into the wild, blue yonder.

Nice day for it.

The traffic lights. You think they fixed 'em?

Send him down the drains.

Is he for real?

Looks like a film star, doesn't he?

I'm still driving that taxi.

You can never get one when you want one.

'Ello, sailor.

Quiet!

Look at that. You tried to kill 'im.

I was trying to follow you and you was moving some.

This is it.

Haway, the lads.

Had to rescue you again.

Go on. Ooh! Well done, guv.

How'd you get landed with two of them?

Biggleswade.

Shut up!

Shut up.

Now the start of our film.

He looks prettier with that mask on, Big Tel.

Kick him one, my son. Haven't seen you standing up yet.

He is big, isn't he? Breaking and entering.

He can be very nasty when he wants, that Joe, can't he?

Did your mum teach you to fight?

Basil.

Self-defense, there.

Christ. You took one there, didn't you?

He'll believe anything.

Well, he said he'd surrender.

We didn't do bad here, considering we had Thorpe on our side.

Ooh, Reg. He comes out, there.

That's the bag.

There's the bag.

Biggleswade.

Biggleswade.

Thorpe's in the way.

Hold it. You see who that is?

Charlie Quigley! Charlie Quigley?

My old man knew Charlie.

In fact, they used to run together.

He said if he had followed Quigley's advice,

he'd be a millionaire by now.

They started a bookies some time before the war.

Now, that was the only year I can recall

that the favourites won both the Derby and the National.

They went bankrupt so fast,

I was brought up with nappies made out of newspapers.

Straight.

Yeah, I remember Charlie. In the old Losey days.

He was minding for the Manion mob around about that time.

He got a bit careless and lost all their money.

They said, 'Charlie, you've been at the punts again.'

Yeah. They broke both his legs on that occasion.

Thorpe, when we get there, you go round the back,

me and Mathews will go in the front. All right?

George? Have we got a warrant?

Yeah. Erm...well, we will have when we get back.

Turn it over.

Here.

He's skipped, guv.

Charlie Quigley!

What a choice!

There's a dozen minders in London.

Harry Buller, Jimmy Rogers, even old Uncle B.

But Charlie Quigley?

He'd leave the lot in a shopping bag behind the kitchen door.

And it's not just Charlie, is it? No, it's the whole steamin' family.

There's your Aunt Maisy. She's the original big spender.

And then there's Gloria.

Why you ever married Gloria, nobody knows.

She'll be back, you know, when she hears about the bread.

She was costing Harrods a thousand a year before she was nicked.

And at that stage, she didn't even have her O Levels.

14 years in college

so the Quigley family can join the idle rich.

That money'll be spent before you even come up for trial.

Dogs, horses, holidays in Ibiza.

They're not ones to put away a bob or two, are they?

You know, buy a little piece of land, a hedge against inflation.

Not that lot.

They're the last of the big spenders.

Guv?

Too horrible to contemplate, is it?

I'll try not to think about it.

I would, son. Get those marbles rolling.

I think you'd better come up with a statement.

Where is he? No trace.

This came through from Harrods on the wire.

Mink coat paid for in cash.

The money could've come from the missing bag.

OK, they've started.

I want you all to treat this like a win on the football pools.

Matt, trace all relatives and friends of the Quigleys.

Jimmy, I want a register of everything that's bought.

I shall want it recovered. George, you stay with Biggleswade.

When he gets over the shock, he should give us a very full statement.

I wanna know where he got his information on the security van from,

who drew up the plans and where he got his front money from.

That leaves one thing outstanding - the press.

And I'll handle that one.

104 please, sir.

I'll have to do some more overtime.

Have you found the money yet, Jack?

I shall be making a statement in due course.

Put an ad in the local paper, Inspector.

Take no notice of these punters.

They're waiting for their pensions.

The situation is this, Paul. I've got a good story for you,

but you'll have to hold it until we nick Quigley.

You tell me your story.

See, Harry, it's not just a question of conspiracy.

Or the actual blag.

The point is, you've put yourself up against Mr Regan.

Your future or his career. It's only logical in these circumstances

he's gonna go through the pack, isn't he?

I mean, he's not gonna sit in court

and let Haykin run you through your story like a well-drawn dummy, is he?

No, he's gonna do you for everything you've ever done.

And he's gonna wrap you up with stuff you've never even dreamed of.

Unless, of course, you come up with the loot.

You'll get promoted, Harry boy.

From first reserve to first division.

Maximum-security at Parkhurst for the rest of your life.

You're threatening me again, Mr Carter.

I know what your paper wants at the moment.

Something hostile to the force - 'can the squad count', et cetera.

'35,000 goes missing in mysterious circumstances.'

But I'm giving you something a little bit different.

You know, something with a human interest angle.

The ex-con who suddenly finds himself rich.

You know, 'he thought it was manna from heaven', et cetera.

The last of the big spenders.

There's a story going about that it isn't Quigley.

That you're fitting him up.

We've got him on film, Paul. We've got pictures!

Since when did you take a camera unit

when you went on an emergency call? Did I say it was an emergency?

So you knew about the blag all the time?

Since when do the squad go out on an emergency?

We're not the fire brigade. Of course we knew.

We knew seven days before. The time...the place...

and the firm that was doing it.

But you print that, Paul, and I'll bust your head open.

How good's the film? It's terrific.

There's another exclusive for you.

Little itty-bitty pictures, all showing every second of the action.

What would the News Of The World give to get that?

What do you say?

I'd like another vodka and tonic.

Good lad.

I don't want a statement,

I want a tape recording of the thieving, lying git!

Yeah, goodnight, Matt.

The bag.

Is that the bag that Biggleswade had? Yep. Look.

Well, that's something. At least that's something, George.

I was beginning to think it didn't exist.

Where'd they find it? Harringay.

Harringay?

Regan. Yes. No! No, he's not here at the moment.

For me? That report. Erm...

Yeah, could you put it straight onto the tape recorder for me?

Yeah, it's very important that I hear it,

but I've got a meeting.

Could you record this for me on extension eight?

Report from WDC Pat Bond, O Division, CID,

as per Biggleswade assignment.

Requested by Detective Sergeant Mathews, Flying Squad,

dictated onto tape for Detective Inspector Regan at...

2230 hours.

Shall I get this cheque for Quigley's dabs?

Quigley's been eliminated.

Do what?

He was nicked at Rotherhithe. Not a cent on him.

Says he never touched the money.

Says he saw Biggleswade throw the bag,

but when he got to where it was going, it was gone.

There's gotta be a perfectly logical reason for all this.

Well, let me read it to you.

It is headed, 'Can the Yard count?'

'£35,000 disappears in mysterious circumstances'.

Breathe in. MANYON: 'A team of detectives is busy investigating.

Out. This episode is one of a number in which the Metropolitan Police...'

In.

Out. Regan, the heat's on.

I'm under pressure from the fifth floor to bring in A10.

Aah...

No 'aahs' about it, Regan.

Your one suspect has been eliminated, you've no others.

It's becoming impossible to believe a bag can disappear

in broad daylight with 50 officers looking on.

I should try reading it next time, boy-o.

We're changing the chart.

So, I conclude the following.

Forget Quigley, forget Biggleswade.

Start investigating some of the more obvious prospects in this case.

Like whom, sir? Like some of the members of your own squad.

Once again I break my Hippocratic Oath, signing you up as serviceable.

Never mind that. Just write your name.

Putting my signature to this document is fraudulent -

as well, no doubt, as contravening the Trade Descriptions Act.

I very much doubt when I come around again next year

that you will still be here. That is the truest thing you've said today.

Sorry, doc. Am I too early? No.

And, erm...remember that pain in your chest.

It's not cancer, it's a bruised rib. I advise you to let it heal

or you could end up with pulmonary pneumonia. Bruised rib?

Yes. He should be in bed. Look, why don't you, guv?

What, let you take over at this particular point in the game?

See! He's his own bloody worst enemy.

Not as long as you're around, doc.

Strip to the waist, will you, sarge?

I'm just off to the little boys' room.

Geriatric incontinence.

How did you get on with Biggles? Nothing.

Who's with him now? Peter.

Did you stay with him all night? Yep.

That is, except I had a secret tryst with Morry.

You know he's going through all our bank statements?

That's all I need. There's got to be a...

What did Biggles do with that money?

I was working on that film again. I think it's worth another butcher's.

OK, George.

There's gotta be a perfectly logical explanation for all this.

Look. You notice it's not Biggleswade who picks up the bag?

But that's Biggles catching it.

OK. Now, watch this one. Look.

He's like some suicidal wing three-quarter

at Cardiff Arms Park, isn't he? Now look, look.

See? He throws it... Look, there it goes.

It goes miles to the right of Quigley.

Actually it's funny, what you said about rugby.

He had a trial for St Helens once. Rugby league. Yeah?

Yeah, maybe if he'd got it...

There's Big Tel, the dog lover. Blimey.

Nice one, guvnor! Well, I hit him as hard as I could.

That's where I got the bruised rib.

You know what? It's probably Joe's stick that did that.

Look...

Did a sketch last night at home.

This is where Biggles collected the pass, if I may use the word.

And started his run, right?

Thorpe and I were coming up from here.

We had a load more blokes up here.

But he still insisted on running that way.

He would've had a better chance of a clear run up this alley,

if he wanted to take it. Right.

We'll now look at some reprints I had done.

See that? Look.

There's an element of deliberation there, wouldn't you say?

Yeah, you're right, George. Now, what I wanna know is...

what would make him risk 14 years just to make that pass?

Why did he do it? There's no law that says an oppo like Biggleswade

has gotta go down with the ship.

You see, I'd be inclined to think he was so thick, he went the wrong way.

But then I look at that last shot.

Well, I'm convinced...

he knew exactly what he was doing.

You got something there, George.

Subject, Irene Biggleswade, as per details dated 7/2.

Thanks.

..nor liked in the street.

Most of the women said he did nothing for the kid,

who is now living with his sister, Irene.

Guv? Yeah?

There was a hijacking last night on Commercial Street.

Was just our speed, guv.

£25,000 insurance loss. So we automatically get called in.

Yeah, we're not taking it, Thorpe. But we're the boys who -

We've got enough enquiries in our books as it is.

Hand it over to Watkins. But 25,000...

Do as you're told!

Supposing Watkins won't take it?

Then put it in a van and drive it over the river.

Just get it out of my sight.

Yes, guv.

Hello?

Yeah. Yeah, is your governor in? It's Jack Regan.

I'll wait.

Irene Biggleswade is living with an unemployed revolutionary

called Tony Wirral, who the laundrette lady describes as

a living example of the dangers of literacy.

He hangs about the bookies most days.

Hello, Reg? It's Jack Regan.

Listen, this money bag - did one of your team pick it up?

Well, can we meet at The Mews?

Great.

No, I'm absolutely mystified.

According to locals,

Biggleswade's wife rejected the baby the moment it was born

and took off with a hairdresser who's now doing six years.

She herself is somewhere in Ibiza, when last heard of.

The kid is staying with Irene. She's called Sheba.

There's something wrong with Sheba.

She has to spend one day of each week at Hammersmith hospital.

Something to do with her kidneys.

That's my girl.

Listen, get that girlfriend of yours to get down to Hammersmith.

Tell her to check out Sheba's status as a patient.

How serious is it, all right? Will do, guv.

And, er...

This vehicle list - there's one car missing.

A hot dog van. Sorry, guv.

I want it checked out now. Well, they're all licensed.

No, they're not, Matt. Come on, guv. You're splittin' hairs.

Even the ones that aren't licensed are known about.

All I've got to do is send Thorpe to that local nick

and he'll check it out. Go yourself, Matt.

If you insist, but it's a waste of time.

It should've been on this list!

So should your car, but I left that off. Don't do me any favours.

When you asked me to come and join your team,

there was a lot of chat about teamwork.

'We're all going to live in each other's pockets',

if I remember the phrase. Save it till later.

I didn't ask to work here. You went out of your way to select me.

Mathews, there's an old Tory saying.

'Switch off something now'.

I just don't understand why you've been crowding me.

Because if we don't find this money,

we're gonna have to turn this enquiry inside out

and start investigating each other.

Now, once we start doing that, the whole squad could fall apart.

Now get on with it.

If you want my opinion -

I don't want your opinion, you gave me a horse last week.

Durant, at Doncaster. Durant?

Yeah. Came in last. I had my rent money on it.

Durant? Yeah. That's why I don't want your opinion.

Every time I take it I end up poorer by at least £5.

Z-2 to Oscar-24. Oscar-3.

Oscar-3.

Message from DC Thorpe. Message reads, from WDC Bond,

'Discussed Sheba case in hospital. Renal failure.

Some sort of kidney disease. Seems very serious.

Hospital not prepared to give details.' Message ends.

OK.

Let's head for the Bush.

Just how ill is a kid like that? Very sick indeed.

Dying? All depends.

I mean, if it is kidney, the outlook is usually poor.

Although, erm...all sorts of things are happening nowadays, you know.

Drugs, transplants.

Right now, the real problem is there aren't enough donors.

Too few kidney machines.

Although a young child gets priority, of course.

But you couldn't guarantee it? No, no-one can.

Rich parents would improve her chances, though. How rich?

I don't know. Jumping an expensive queue, treatment abroad...

So how much? Who knows? 20, 30, 40, 50,000.

Whatever it costs to have top-drawer medical treatment in the States.

Right.

Radio for me to meet that Bond girl

at Irene Biggleswade's place as soon as. Yes, guv.

Thanks, doc. Remember, now, you never asked for a medical opinion.

Right, doc.

Miss Bond? Regan. The situation is this, sir.

Irene Biggleswade - Is she in?

No, she's...

Where?

At the shops, I think. Right. You go and find her for me, love.

Hey? The lift's broken.

It's not. I've just come up in it.

'Spector Cardigan around?

You were here yesterday, weren't you?

Give him a buzz. I can't. He's gone racing.

Kempton.

Urgent, is it?

No, it's a routine matter.

All I want is a list of all the hot dog vans that work the area.

Can you phone 'em through to our number?

Anything else? No.

Did Bill have anything serious on?

Some restaurant owner - his horse is running.

Give you his name? No, he keeps that kind of thing to himself.

Pity. Get him to phone the list through as soon as poss.

I would, but there isn't gonna be any list, mate. Say again?

No hot dogs have worked this area since the new Super took over.

He's a health nut.

What do you mean, no hot dog vans?

Where is she, Irene? Who?

Sheba. Gone away for a bit, hasn't she?

Where to? A friend's.

A friend who's got a kidney machine?

Who told you? Harry.

I don't think he would. Why not?

Well, he's a rotten swine. But with Sheba, he was -

Don't tell me he's a loving father?

That's why he's going down for 14 years.

Some daddy. Sheba'll be all right, don't worry. We'll see to that.

Who? You and Tony Wirral?

When did you last see 'im?

The day we arrested Harry, was it?

Yeah.

I'm coming up to your flat, Irene.

I wanna search it. Have you got a warrant?

No, but I'll get one. I don't see why.

It's better that we do it with Sheba out of the way.

We don't wanna upset her, do we?

OK. Yeah, all right, Fred. Keep trying, son.

You were right about that hot dog van. It was in on the act somehow.

I've been trying to identify the driver without much success.

That's him. Tony Wirral.

Who's Tony Wirral? Irene Biggleswade's boyfriend.

I told you there was a perfectly simple explanation to all this.

The plan was to hit the armoured car 200 yards beyond the hot dog van.

Wirral was to act as a look-out. Who told you that?

Nobody. I just deduced it.

Where's Wirral now? Is he nicked?

He's bolted with the money, hasn't he? All £35,000 of it.

That's convenient, innit? It's a great story, but no corroboration.

I bet you'll find Biggleswade'll corroborate it.

I've just spent three days trying to get him to admit to his own name!

You said that Biggleswade'd have to be highly motivated

to make such a crazy run.

Well, I found out he was.

His little girl's dying of some kidney disease.

He thought if he could get just one bag to Wirral,

the money'd find its way back to his sister and the kid.

But he didn't reckon on Wirral.

Wirral's scarpered and taken the money with him.

When we tell Biggles that, he'll go berserk.

So where do we find Wirral? We won't.

He won't surface again till that money's spent.

Well, when he does, I'll see to it we put him in the same cell as Biggles.

George?

When you break the news to him, don't mention the kid.

I don't want him to think he's got something heroic going for him.

I can't help taking my hat off to him.

If he'd had a gun that day, he'd have taken your hat off and your head with it.

Funnily enough, the women hate him. They all said the same thing.

You couldn't wish a worse father on any child.

Why should I disillusion them?

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