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You do, of course, appreciate that we are talking

about a high risk investment, Mr Deller?

Yeah, but you've seen my track record, Mr Lambourne

and even if we muff it, all you lose is your share of the front money.

It's a good shot.

Yes the, er, front money.

My clients are a little reluctant to commit themselves to that extent at this stage.

Hey, hang on! You said that-

There will be no payment until you provide a clearer indication

of how you propose to ship the, erm

merchandise

out of this country to Beirut.

I told you, it's all in hand.

My dear Deller

I'm sure your word is your bond.

My clients, I'm affraid, are a trifle

fastidious

about these matters.

Here.

You seem to have attracted someones attention, Deller.

Yeah, well, er

'scuse me.

Max, dear boy

please, it's only that I, erm

I came up with the information that you were requiring

rather sooner than I anticipated.

As you said that it was important, I called 'round your house immediately -

You did what?

Oh Jean was very kind she said that-

I'll murder her one of these days, I swear!

Er, there was the matter of my fee.

You'll get my money when I get my information.

Ooh, ooh, it's all here Max.

You're so right Max, so right.

Bernard Phillips changed his name more than five years ago

changed a lot of other things too.

Well done professor!

Well done.

Oh, ho ho ho.

- Now beat it. - Max, you're so generous.

We're on.

Cheers.

That's a nice bit of gear

- where'd you nick that? - Fell off a lorry, would you believe?

Oh, I'd believe.

Oh!

- Oh, all right. - Okay?

Tomorrow night, okay?

Hello guv.

Oh, hello George.

What's Jack up to, then?

He's leading the assault on Scotland Yard's notorious inefficiency.

Oh yeah?

Yeah, the 'Organisation and Methods' boys are in.

Our team's been selected to show 'em how we keep the paper flowing.

Ha ha! I like that, nice touch.

So they pick on the one guy who's never filled a form in properly in his life.

Right.

The guv'nor reckons Haskins put 'em up to it.

Yeah, well he seems to be enjoying himself.

I'll, er, grab him later in the pub.

Is there anything I can do?

No, it wasn't important really

I just got a whisper something's afoot.

It might be a blagging, it's nothing definite.

I just wondered if Jack had heard anything?

Well he hasn't said anything.

Is that all you've got?

Yeah. Someone's recruiting though.

Seems whatever it is might be in the City.

- Well, I'll ask him for you. - Yeah, do that George.

See you.

Ta.

You see the ideal situation would be one standard form.

Yeah, right.

- Whoops. - Oh, I'm terribly sorry

Oh, dear, dear.

Tell you what, I've got an idea

why don't we have a break, Mr Bradshaw?

I'll tell you what, we'll take you over to the pub

- for a spot of lunch, eh? - That's really kind of you, Inspector

but really, I don't normally drink in the lunch hour.

- It upsets me for the afternoon. - Well we've all got that problem.

Come on.

Nice one George

I just can't get the knack.

- It's all concentration, you see, James. - Ah.

Oops.

Er, yes

on the other hand you don't have to believe everything I tell you. Cheers guv.

Cheers guv.

Look at that - didn't even move. How's your little friend?

He's having the time of his life.

Hey, listen. You can get the next one in. I've got two in already.

Yeah, but then he came in he was drinking lemonade.

Now he's on doubles.

Trebles.

But he said he didn't drink

he won't be much good to us like that.

Oh yes he will

the sky should fall in any minute then we can send him off home.

He's due to be with Mr Crossfall's lot

tomorrow, then we'll be shot of him for good.

Tough.

So the little bloke says

'eurgh', he says, 'how low can you get?'

and the other bloke says 'a little Jack Russell, just like that.'

'A little Jack Russell, like that.'

thank you my dear child.

Ladies, to our little good fortune!

There you go darling

two pints of bitter

large whisky and, er -

A large vodka.

With lemonade.

- Your mate all right? - Ah yes love, he's just a bit quiet.

He's got a lovely sense of humour really.

Get a load of that pantomime over there!

What do you make of it?

Harry Fuller.

Harry Fuller?

Yeah, he's a right jug artist.

Another double brandy while you're there, my child.

He was a bent brief's clerk before he got nicked.

Yeah, and between spells at the 'ville drying out he's a con merchant.

Does a bit of grassing when he's really down.

Er, keep the change.

And one for you.

- It's lucky he can afford it. - He can't.

Only last week he was trading bum information

to the Drug Squad he was so broke.

So what's he been up to then?

Mr Conway, now you've taken over the firm, do you intend to

change the policy of sponsorship which Mr Drummond pursued?

Well I haven't exactly taken over Mr Drummond is still Chairman.

But you are now Managing Director?

Yes

and I'd like to say that I wholeheartedly support amateur sport in this country.

And to answer your question, Drummond Sport will

be helping out with the expenses and the, er

providing the weights and other equipment for the Middle East tour.

I should now like to turn to Miss Drummond.

This is rather a case, er, in reverse.

Cinderella?

Sorry

Oh God.

Well, well, well

Bernie.

Come on Gentlemen, please!

Now hang about George. He must have about two hundred quid on him.

Look, guv. I've got a ticket for the International tonight.

That old soak's up to no good

and I want to know why.

It's a long way from A wing at Feesdown.

What the hell are you doing here, Max?

You hadn't covered your tracks as well as you'd thought.

I reckon we might have a chat now that you're rich and famous.

What do you want? A handout?

Not exactly.

Just thought us Borstal boys got to stick together.

Ha, come on, Max. Who are you kidding?

That was years ago, who cares?

Drummonds might.

But that's not the point, is it?

Mr Philips.

Oh, just thought you might like to do me a favour.

- Favour? - For old times' sake.

Just a favour, Bernie.

Hey, remember the time you smashed that screw

over the back of the swede with a shovel?

Fractured his skull, I think.

I was a great help to you, if I recall

got you off it.

You could have done real porridge for that, Bernie.

Come on, let's get outside.

Can you open the door, please?

Do you think Jim is going to manage him on his own?

Yeah.

Information flow

What?

Fuller's only drunk

he's like that every day of the week.

We're onto something here!

D'you want to bet?

Yeah, fiver

put your money where your mouth is.

Hang about.

Guv, you're not going to put him in here, are you?

Come on.

I just want a little help with a project I've got on. It'll only take a day or so.

- Yes, well I'll have to think about it. - Darling -

- Time I have not got, squire - Darling.

Ah, hello.

- And who are you? - I'm Max, Max Deller

I'm in transport, shipping and all that.

Hello, I'm Joanna Drummond.

Yes, of course. I've seen you in the papers.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

- Well Bernie, I'll be in touch. - Nice to meet you Miss Drummond.

Goodbye.

Come on darling.

- Are you all right? - Hmm

- Yes, yes, of course. - We said we'd be at Stephen's by seven.

I don't know what you were drinking, but it won't come out.

Your stomach must be lined with double gloss emulsion.

Ah, come on, Harry. You'll do.

One hundred and sixty-five quid

fifty-five and a half p.

I dunno why you do it Harry.

It's not as if you enjoy it.

How are you feeling now, Harry?

Bad, Mr Regan

bad.

Well, you should take it easier. It's not good for you, you know this high life.

- You been feeling dodgy then, Harry? - Nothing serious

nothing serious Mr R. Minor respiratory

inflammation.

Would you

would you have a cigarette by any chance?

- You're killing yourself, Harry. - A short life, sergeant, but a gay one.

Yeah, that's right.

Cheers.

Tell me something, Harry

where did you get all this bread?

I, er

I, er

I had a win at W-White City.

What was the dog?

I, I can't remember at the moment, I

-just a minute, I- - Harry

you're not going to muck us about, are you?

- Oh, Mr Regan - - Come on Harry, you've sold someone hot information.

Something bent, I'd guess, because no copper's going

to pay you this kind of money for information.

You've been up to no good, haven't you, Harry?

You couldn't earn that going straight.

So what's it about, eh, Harry?

Erm

Come on, Harry, who's doing what? Something's in the wind.

It's simple logic, Harry.

One, it must be something bent for you to get this money at all.

Two, it must be something really naughty for

a villain to pay you that kind of money.

Well, erm

- Well - - Yes Harry?

I can assure you, Mr

Regan

I, I can explain everything

a little casual work

a firm of solicitors.

Names?

But, what if they should find out?

Now look, Harry

if I was in a bad mood

I could nick you for being drunk and incapable.

Or unlawful possession of money.

Being a public nuisance.

Insulting behaviour.

Disturbing the peace.

Ruining my jacket.

Ruining his jacket.

But I'm not.

No, I'm in a good mood, Harry.

So I'll tell you what

- I'm gonna let you go. - Oh, thank you Mr R.

There's just one more thing, Harry

forget about your own problems put the nation first

have a bath.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Book him in for interview re. the cash.

Now follow him, George.

Do what?

You heard me. Tail him.

What for?

Look, guv'nor, I've got at least four reports to write up

- there are several other things that need doing

- And tickets for the International tonight.

Tickets, it's not only that!

Look, that drunken bum is rubbish and you know it!

He's probably telling the truth anyway.

Do leave off, George. What solicitor's gonna give him a job?

He'd take one look at the files and he'd be blackmailing the clients.

Nah, something's afoot there. I could smell it.

Okay

so Terry Potter had the breeze that there might be

a blag, but there's nothing definite, is there?

Potter?

- Well didn't he get in touch with you? - No.

Well, there's word about that there might be something

in the City. He wondered if you had anything for him.

George, get after Fuller.

Guv'nor, Harry Fuller can just about get into a public bar

now even you must agree a City bank is a little beyond him.

George, get after him before he disappears and you and I fall out.

I'll send Jimmy out to relieve you by six, okay?

Yeah, okay.

But you're wasting your time.

And money if I'm wrong

don't forget I've got a fiver on it.

Nice one, Bert.

Sorry, love.

What the hell are you doing here?

But, Max it was urgent

very urgent

trouble

- The Sweeney. - The Sweeney?

- Yes. - And?

They picked me up in a pub.

Bombed out of your bloody mind I suppose.

You didn't tell 'em anything did you?

- 'Cos if you did I'll- - No, no!

Look

- He's one of them. - Come on!

- I can't! - Come on! Come on!

'Ere.

What did you tell em?

Nothing, I swear.

They're using you to get at me!

You've got the law in tow so you can put the finger on me, ain't you?!

Ain't you? Ain't you?!

Eh?

'Ere?

'Ere?

Harry?

Oh no.

I know, I know. But what I don't understand is how you lost him.

I mean he's not exaclty a four minute miler is he?

No, I know that guv'nor, but-

Morning.

- How was it, George? Good game? - Yeah, thanks. It was terrific.

Sorry about that, his old man got me the ticket

second half was rubbish.

Look, guv'nor, what I mean is, there were two blokes, right

Harry and this toff.

Well I chased 'em into the station

and when I came out of the arches I was just chasing this other bloke.

Harry had hopped it.

I was on me tod.

Yeah, okay.

I've got Jimmy Thorpe round checking Fuller's place.

Hold on. Here's 'Action Man'.

Oh no, I thought he'd been sunk with all hands.

Morning Mr Bradshaw

feeling better?

- Not really, no. - Oh, dear, I'm sorry to hear that.

Er, Mr Crossfall's office is down the corridor

there, second on the right, past the lifts.

But I'm supposed to complete my work with you today, Mr Regan.

My guv'nor didn't say anything about today.

Well yesterday, yes.

Yes, but I've cleared it with our two Ops/Q.

He wants Flying Squad research collated first

before I can go -

Yes, but not today, Mr Bradshaw

when this is our busiest day, Friday.

You know, clearing up before the weekend and all that.

We've had a lot of new cases come in during the night, haven't we sergeant?

Phew, not many!

Listen, why don't you do yourself a favour

go and get yourself a coffee in the canteen

then get onto your guv'nor and let him sort it out.

That's favourite.

Oh, well, the whole business has become very confused

yes well, perhaps.

Has he found out what you've been putting in his lemonade yet?

No, that's going to remain one of the ten great unsolved crimes of the century.

He couldn't even sort himself out never mind this lot.

Listen, get onto C4

have a look at their photies and see if you can recognise the 'Human Cannonball'.

- I only saw the back of his head. - Well, yeah, but look anyway.

Guv'nor.

Yes George?

I suppose you have allowed for the fact that

the guy might have been mugged for his money last night?

Not by a face wearing a hundred guinea suit.

Morning Bernie.

What the hell are you doing here?

Your role in my plans has been extended a bit.

What do you mean?

Who - who is that?!

A nervous friend.

- Now listen, Max, you can't do this to me. - No, why not?

You gonna tell the old Bill?

They might get very curious about you.

What will your shareholders think if they find their Managing Director's been inside?

What's Joanna going to tell her debutante friends?

- You can leave her out of this! - It's up to you, Bernie

get rid of it.

Yes, I know Thorpe, but I want you to go round there as well.

Do as you're told!

He will argue!

Yeah, well it's since he had his beard cut off.

Yeah.

They've been round all the dossers' kips

the Spike, the Sally Ann

every Casualty department, not a whisper.

Come on boy, here boy.

Arg!

Hello? Yeah

who do you want?

It's for you.

Hello? Hello Bernie, how'd it go?

I'll call the law, tell them I had the car stolen.

Nice thinking, Bernie.

Max

Max did you kill him?

No, ha! Heart attack, wasn't it.

Get to the address on that card!

What you gonna do about them TV cameras guardin' that place?

What do you think I've been doing messing around with this lot for?

Here, look.

- Television cameras, right? - Yeah.

Now their pictures are sent up these cables

to the security office upstairs

- okay? - Yeah, well -

Well now all we've got to do is to plug our video tape recorder in here.

- That's the main feed. - Ah.

And we record their pictures

which is about an hour of empty passages and locked doors.

All right?

Now we disconnect their feed and we send our own pictures upstairs

and the security guards think they're watching a

load of peace and quiet and everything's hunky dory.

And meanwhile?

Now, there were only three witnesses evidently.

Can't remember anything.

Now this is the third hijack there in three weeks

my suggestion is that-

Regan.

Who?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

What?!

Leave that, George. They've found Fuller.

It's a blag, isn't it?

That's right, it's a blag.

But a bloody big one.

I see.

Oh, I'm glad about that one 'cos you'll be helping us get the gear out of the country.

Or at least Drummond Sport Enterprises will.

What?!

Well I thought you might like to give my little firm a trial.

See how we get your gear to the Middle East.

Oh, I just thought you'd like to know where you fitted in.

Thank you.

Come on, get on with it, we haven't got all day

come on George.

- Well? - It's him all right.

The doc's not committing himself until after the PM.

There are lacerations on the back of his head, but he doubts if that's what did it.

He says Fuller was a sick man.

You don't need a brass plate to know that!

How did Fuller get out here?

Well he must have been dumped from a car there are tyre marks over here, look.

Oh, and the gamekeeper was knocked down by a hit and run

just over there, that's how the local nick got onto it.

- Did the keeper see anything? - Dunno, guv

well he's still out cold in the cottage hospital broken leg and severe concussion.

They'll dump the car

probably nicked anyway.

You stay here Jimmy, we'll want some casts of those

tyre marks - make sure the local boys get 'em.

Right guv.

- I wonder if - Yeah?

Nah, we'll wait 'til after the postmortem.

Poor old bastard.

Floor contract, mate.

Oh

you don't usually come 'til midnight.

Oh we're the other shift, it's all the other way round tonight

it's all this time and motion business.

Ah, er

all right.

Ready?

Hey, what's wrong?

Okay, yeah. Cheers dear, thanks a lot.

Yeah, Bernard Conway does own the car. Oh, sorry mate

he told the porter at the flats that it had been stolen this morning.

He's at his bird's place a Miss Joanna Drummond, Putney.

He's not expected back 'til very late.

Joanna Drummond?

Forensic are sure that's the car?

Oh yeah, a bit of rug the body was in got caught in the door.

- Division run the rule over that kid? - Conway? Yeah, no form.

Right, we've recorded one hour.

Okay, we'll go for a replay.

Playing up tonight.

Okay, one hour.

Miss Drummond?

Detective Inspector Regan.

Not again, we've only just got rid of one of your lot.

I understand you have a Mr Bernard Conway with you?

Is he a policeman too?

Man and boy, ma'am.

May we come in?

Be my guest.

Darling

Batman and Robin are here.

- Bernard Conway? - Yes?

Detective Inspector Regan

this is Sergeant Carter, Flying Squad.

Flying Squad?

Sit down Mr Conway.

We'd like to have a chat about your car.

My Car?

The car! we've had that all bloody evening!

Perhaps you'd prefer to talk to us on your own, eh?

No, no

oh, you mean Joanna?!

No, I'd prefer her to stay.

I've

I've nothing to hide.

No one said you did, Mr Conway.

No-

It's stuck!

- Well what the hell's the matter? - I don't know!

Right, that'll have to do.

Come on.

Right

doon

Well if you guys are going to insist on staying

for breakfast you might as well have a drink.

Thanks - scotch.

And what about your nice quiet friend?

Yeah - I'll have the same, thank you.

Do you own the car, Mr Conway?

Um, no, not exactly. It's a company car.

What company's that?

Drummond Sport Enterprises.

Don't be so bloody coy, darling

look Inspector - Drummond's my father, he's grown

too old and too miserable to run the company

so he's left Bernie in charge.

And the lucky bastard's going to marry me, the boss' daughter.

Does that make you jealous, sergeant?

Yes.

Forty-eight minutes.

One thing puzzles me, inspector

Flying Squad?

Now I had a long talk earlier this evening with an Inspector White and he mentioned -

Mr Conway, the body of a man was found in Epping this afternoon

now we have a reason to believe that your car was used to transport it.

A body?

Now we're not sure about the cause of death

there'll be an inquest, of course.

Another man was injured

a gamekeeper.

Now we think he may have been struck by your

car, leaving the scene, in Epping Forest.

I'm sorry, I didn't know

your people didn't say anything about that.

Well, they didn't know.

I see

well I'll give you all the help I can.

Shh!

Only five minutes left on the tape.

Right, let's go.

Well come on, come on! That's enough!

Ta.

Well thanks Mr Conway, that's been very useful.

I'm afraid it'll be some weeks before you get your car back.

Sorry about the intrusion, Miss Drummond.

That's okay inspector, if you hadn't called we'd only have been wasting our lives away.

Yes, well, I think they want to go, Jo.

So much for you

and your Irish hospitality.

Oh. You Irish then, Mr Conway.

- Well, I - Of course he's a 'mick', inspector

a poor little peasant who came over on a cattle boat to make his fortune.

Whereabouts, in Ireland?

Somewhere near Shannon Airport.

Oh, I know, yeah. County Clare.

That's funny 'cos my old man comes from near there - Clare Castle.

Did you know any Regans?

I can't say I do, my

my folks moved around an awful lot before they came over and

I see. Yes, thanks again.

That jammy bastard's got it made, hasn't he'?

But why would he want to knock over poor old Harry?

I don't know, but it didn't smell quite right to me.

Well he's got no record here

could always check for his dabs over in Ireland, I suppose?

Dabs?

Yeah, his fingerprints are going to be all over the car by now, aren't they?

Well that's a thought, George, but I don't think he's ever been to Ireland.

He's lying.

He's not the only one, is he?

You always said your old man came from Liverpool.

My God!

Hello guv, where have all the flowers gone?

Fifth floor

big briefing

a city bullion vault was blagged during the night.

There was nothing on the radio.

Well there will be, a million quids' worth of gold's gone missing

Potter was right, then?

His informant was.

Shouldn't we be upstairs?

No

no, Frank Haskins has decided that we can be spared.

Not Bradshaw?

Yep, he's coming in on a Saturday just for us.

How kind.

Here, listen, I checked out Conway's story

no one found can remember seeing either his car on the street of him in the 'phone box.

What did I tell you?

Yeah, but hang on, guv

they're nearly all offices there

people are coming and going all the time.

Oh, I found the switchboard girl on the firm he said he phoned

no good

she said the bloke he asked for was out.

Any more news about Fuller - the postmortem?

No.

Look, George, I want you to go round to Conway's firm, the Drummond place

- But it's Saturday. - Yeah, I know, but someone'll be around.

See what you can find out about Conway

you know, use you charm - you're making enquiries

about who could have nicked his motor and all that.

Yeah, all right.

Mr Haskins sent me down from upstairs, guv

out of the briefing, said I had to see you.

Yeah, that's right. Sit down, Jimmy.

Yeah, but I thought you wanted me to -

Listen - if somebody rings for me from the fingerprint

boys or the pathologist, I'll be at that number, right?

Joanna Drummond?

Yep.

What about Bradshaw?

Who?

You picked up the stuff all right, then?

Oh Bert, take her round.

Good God.

- You did that TV robbery! - I told you it was a big one.

Might not be up to Drummond standards but it'll do.

- Come on, George, get on with it. - That plane leaves at two-thirty.

Don't worry, we can let 'em dry off on the way.

But you've gotta tape the stuff yet.

That's all right

there's plenty of time.

How long have you known yourfianc�, Miss Drummond?

About three years.

Was that after he joined your father's company?

About three months, yes.

He's done well then, hasn't he?

Bernie? I suppose so.

I mean, it was his first job after coming over from Ireland?

I know what you're thinking

he just happens to be good at his job.

Don't worry, he earned his promotion.

But what about you?

I fell in love with him.

I don't want to seem uncooperative, inspector, but what has all this

to do with my fianc� having his car stolen in Shoreditch?

Well I'm just trying to fill in a few gaps.

Gaps?

You see, Mr Conway was a bit vague

about the circumstances surrounding the theft of his car.

Well he wasn't there when it was taken, was he?

I think he's mixed up in a major crime.

I don't believe you.

Look, you're close to him

has he been behaving strangely?

- Has he got any money problems? - You must be joking?

What about friends?

Business associates?

Has he met anyone unusual lately?

A man called Deller showed up a coule of days ago.

- Deller? - Yes, it's funny

He seemed to upset Bernie, yet Bernie's been trying

to get him work with the company ever since.

He's supposed to be some sort of transport contractor.

Looked more like a pimp to me.

- I don't understand- - No

Deller, you said?

That's right - Max Deller.

Tallish

bit smarmy really.

Seemed to be well off though.

Thanks, love.

But listen, Jo's expecting me to phone.

You can make all the calls you like as soon as we've got rid of this lot.

But those Flying Squad people are giving me a bad time.

They wanted to know where you had your jam jar pinched. You told 'em, right?

Now stop flappin'.

- Where's Mr Potter? - I dunno.

What do you mean you don't know? He's your guv'nor isn't he?

And you call me 'sir', mate.

Eh, for crying out loud, Jack - what are you doing?

Eh?

Barging in here, shouting at my boys.

Look, we're all in trouble and you should bloody well know that, now clear off.

Nobody tells me to clear off.

Now look, mate, we're all in it up to here, right?

In case you hadn't noticed a million quids' worth of

gold bullion's been nicked right under our noses.

- Well what's the latest? - Guv.

Go and buy yourself a newspaper.

Yeah?

Yep.

Oh, guv?

Ta. Deller.

I went and got it myself.

Good lad.

I don't know this hero. Do you?

Get George for me will you?

Most of his early form out of town.

Reputation as a draughtsman.

Got five years in 1968 for a conspiracy to rob banks.

Deller?

Yeah, that sounds like him.

Er, one more thing, guv

Conway was here first thing, evidently

organising a despatch of some gear to some

weightlifters doing a tour of the Middle East.

Get all the information you can on that, George.

flight numbers, waybills, agents, all that.

Hello Jerry, I'll explain later, George, ta

Jerry, it's Jack Regan here

yeah, fine mate.

Listen, if you had half a tonne of bent gold

for sale where would you try and place it?

Yeah, that makes sense.

Yeah, many thanks, mate. Ta.

Jimmy, get onto London Airport

find out all direct and communicating flights to Beirut today.

No, no. Of course I'm not angry.

Oh for crying out loud, Jo I'll explain everything later!

Oh, I told you it would be awkward.

She's invited some people for lunch and I'm supposed to be there or something.

Well that's too bad kiddo.

Look, I've got a couple of calls to make. Get that stuff into the crates, will you?

Well, you know how it goes together.

Come on, we haven't got all day.

Hey, and remember

you're into this all the way, so no bottling out

all right?

M r Lam bourne please.

Well get him out of it

I can't afford to hang about.

Yeah, well, there's a funny thing, actually

there are no records in the office

yeah, it seems our Mr Conway made all of the arrangements himself.

Okay?

Yeah, no one will be able to tell there's been a switch.

- So what did you do with your weights? - I chucked 'em in the bushes.

Great, great, come on

let's go.

This is bloody ridiculous!

Look, don't panic guv'nor.

They'll have every air cargo terminal covered by one o'clock.

Well quite a few flights will have gone by then it could be on any of them!

Yeah, well they couldn't get enough fellas down here in time.

Well we're not exactly blazing the trail, are we?

Oi! Don't be daft

it's only a load of bloody iron, you know!

Hey, what's that all about?

Oh, that gadget's looking for explosives in cargo, see.

It detects ferrous metals, iron and steel

no point in squirting it at bloody iron weights is there?

- That's why it made all that noise. - Iron weights?

Well that's what the weights are made out of, cock.

That's what caused all the row.

Here, hang about.

You bastard!

You changed the weights!

Come on George!

Erm

we've lost the wheel nut.

Blimey.

Hey!

What's his game?

Hello Mr Deller. You are in good shape aren't you?

My name's Regan, Flying Squad

I think you'd better stop.

It'd be better for both of us

you're nicked and I'm not authorised or insured to drive this car.

You've caused a lot of people a lot of bother.

Yes, I'm very sorry inspector, but I didn't-

All right, you were instrumental in the capture

of Deller and the recovery of stolen property

but you admit to disposing of a dead body and assisting in the shipment of gold.

- But listen - - There's also the matter of a gamekeeper.

Yes but you don't seem to realise I was under a hell of a lot of pressure.

All right, you were being blackmailed

but, nevertheless, Mr Conway I must warn you

that charges will probably be proffered.

Of course, you have helped, and if the rest of the gang can be caught

well we'll do what we can.

Guv! We tracked down Conway's dabs!

He was a tearaway as a kid

his real name's Philips.

Do you know what?

What?

He and Deller shared the same room at Borstal for two years.

- Now, Philips seems to have gone pretty straight- - Well done, Jimmy.

Nice one.

Yeah, but that explains everything, guv.

I know Jim.

But I mean.

Aren't you gonna nick him?

- Conway? - It's all been taken care of, son

Oh.

I know what you're thinking.

- Yeah?

Yeah, about the hard time Terry Potter's gonna give you.

No.

I was wondering when you're gonna shell out that fiver you owe me.