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Hello, Paul. What are you doing?

Trying to draw this tree.

Isn't it a bit cold to be outside?

Not really.

called Harry the worm.

One day, Harry the worm tunnelled out of his

hole to find that he'd tunnelled into jail.

As soon as the robber saw him, they said

'How on earth did you get in here?'

All right children. Carry on with your reading. I'll be back in a minute.

- It's er, Mrs Regan, isn't it? - Yes.

She's got an appointment with the school dentist, 11 o'clock.

Didn't she tell you?

Yes, yes. She did yesterday.

Sorry, I'm a bit late.

But er, Susie didn't come to school this morning.

She did.

But she isn't here.

I thought, um, well I thought you'd kept her home for the appointment.

She must be here.

Susie!

What time did she leave home this morning?

The usual, a quarter to.

Can I have your attention please, children?

Has anybody seen Susie Regan this morning?

No.

In the playground?

No.

She's got to be here somewhere.

She's just got to be!

You know, I was looking at a list.

There's millions of pounds' worth of jewellery in private safes

all over the country that a handcuffed chimpanzee could open.

Well what does your noise tell you then, Stan?

It's definitely on, Mr Regan.

You know I wouldn't let you down.

You haven't done... yet.

Did you cover those people I mentioned?

Yeah, I've been asking a lot of questions, getting nowhere.

Has to be a new firm then.

Yeah. Yeah.

If anybody knew, they'd cut my heart out!

Yeah, well put your ears about again Stan.

I'll see you the same time next Thursday, right?

Thursday.

I could be arrested for what you were thinking.

You could.

Buttons, buckles, laces.

Laces... sort of patterned.

She's very particular about what she wears.

Long white socks.

Coat?

Dark blue duffle, erm, with a hood.

And how was her hair done?

Like mine but longer, with a fringe.

What is it? ls there some news?

I think Paul may be able to help.

Did you see? Did you see who took Susie?

You must tell us everything!

Let me question Paul, Mrs Regan.

We've just got to get her back.

Right.

Now, do you know something son?

Saw Susie this morning.

He lives just round the corner.

What happened?

She was in front, on the other side.

Where?

Rythe Avenue.

Are you a real detective, mister?

Go on son.

- There was a woman with a car. - A woman?

Yeah, a woman.

She was talking to Susie, then they got in the car, went up the road.

You haven't booked your holiday period.

I need to know.

It's only bloody October. Can't it wait?

August would be convenient.

I'm still owed eleven days this year.

Nine.

Regan.

This morning?

Who's with you now?

Yeah, I know him. I'll come right away.

I need to know by Friday!

Tuesdays and Fridays I can't take her.

Well, why not?

I have to open the office at nine-fifteen. It takes half an hour on the bus.

She's only eight.

A lot of kids of her age go to school on their own.

Well lots of mothers need a kick up the arse then.

Don't you dare criticise me!

When will Knowles be back?

He said seven.

This, er, neighbour's boy.

- Where does he live? - He can't tell you anything more.

Where does he live?

Oh Jack, I know you. You'll go screaming in there like a stuffed pig.

Why don't you think of me for once. And Susie.

Let Knowles deal with it.

Isn't your case anyway.

It's my daughter!

How many times have you been to see her in the last six months?

- Less than I wanted to. - Twice.

- That's not fair. - It's a fact.

I phone her every week.

That's not the same.

I didn't come because of the situation.

What situation?

Your Aryan language laboratory boyfriend.

That's all over.

You didn't tell me.

No.

What happened to true love? Holding hands into the sunset?

Oh, you are a cynical bastard!

Did he take his bed with him?

Must be a good market in second-hand four posters.

Among Kraut divorcees.

So, you'll have to think of another excuse for not visiting Susie.

If we ever get her back.

Alive.

I'm sorry.

I thought it was all going to work out for you.

So did I.

So did I.

Come in.

You two know each other?

- Hello, Jack. - How's Division.

Well I get to eat, see the wife, take the dog for a walk.

- I never had a dog - You had a wife.

We thought a policeman was a man on a bicycle with a funny hat and a pension.

Well, you know the basic facts.

I want the details.

There aren't many yet, I've implemented all standard procedures.

That sounds like Section Ten from the 'Good Policeman's Manual'.

But then you were always one for standard procedures.

- And they get results. - Sometimes.

You haven't changed much, have you?

I'm not sure how to take that.

I thought you would have been promoted by now.

What would I do with an office carpet and a tin of paper clips.

What's happening?

We're checking the description of the woman to see if she's known.

Between twenty and forty

blonde, medium height

trouser suit, no distinguishing marks.

We think the car was a Capri.

- Gold vinyl roof. - Registration?

He didn't notice.

If he said she was wearing a moustache and driving a Rolls you couldn't be sure.

Not With a kid.

Oh, he seemed intelligent enough for me.

Let me speak to him.

No.

Well why not?

- Look Jack, I do know how you feel. - Do you?

I sympathise, but this is Division

and I've dealt with two other cases of this nature before.

Now you listen to me.

I don't give a toss whether you're the best bloodhound around.

Some screwed up bitch has got my kid somewhere, and I'm going to find out where.

Now we can do this together

but don't you waste my time with departmental politics and bullshit.

- Look Regan, I'm telling you - Stop it, you two, stop it!

There is one thing that puzzles me though.

What?

That if it had been a man instead of a woman,

or if it had been the woman abducting a baby rather than an eight year old.

Then the psychological pattern would have been far more easily recognisable.

Sexual or sick?

Well a woman abducting a grown child. I mean, it's unique in my experience anyway.

Look, there must be something you can do?

Just standing here talking about it isn't going to find her.

We'll find her, Kate.

Not for me, thank you.

That isn't going to help, you know?

It hasn't been helping you for years.

Regan.

No.

No, I told Haskins I couldn't make it till three.

Three.

George Carter's still on sick leave.

Any news?

Nothing yet. But I've brought some photographs

round I'd like you to have a look at.

Come in.

Photographs?

Well this woman may have been seen hanging around the school recently.

You may have noticed her.

Go on, it's worth a try.

Who are they?

They're basically women that have been convicted

for child molesting. You know, that sort of thing.

She's not blonde.

Well she may be wearing a wig.

Oh, sorry.

Nothing?

Nothing.

I've also advised the school because we want to

keep this away from the media for the moment.

Even the local press.

Wouldn't it help?

No. Especially since, er, Susie's a policeman's child.

You see, every anti-copper crank would be sending us in ransom letters.

Regan.

We've got the shoe.

- I want to talk to Susie. - She's safe and well.

- I want to talk to her. - Don't waste my time, Inspector Regan.

I was expecting a woman.

- Were you? - What do you want?

- Your nose out of our business. - What business?

- You know what I'm talking about. - I'm not a bloody mind reader!

Did you enjoy your chat with Proctor?

Now do you know what I mean?

Beginning to.

Forget about your enquiries Inspector Regan,

and you'll get your little girl back.

- When? - Soon.

Where?

She'll be quite safe. If you do as we say.

Now listen! You lay one sweaty finger on her and I'll kill you.

If it takes me ten years, I'll find you and I'll kill you. Now that's a promise.

You're wasting time again.

What do you want?

Precisely nothing. No more questions, no more

enquires, and no more meetings with Proctor.

Tell no one! No one about this call, because if you do

it could be very unfortunate, and I promise you that.

I sometime hate this bastard place.

It's a bloody holiday camp for thieves and weirdos.

All the rubbish.

You age prematurely trying to sort some of them out.

Try to protect the public and all they do is call you fascist.

You nail a villain, and some ponced-up, pinstriped Hampstead Barrister

screws it up like an old fag packet on a point of procedure.

Then pops up for a game of squash and a glass of madeira.

He's taking home thirty grand a year

and we can just about afford ten days in Eastbourne and a second-hand car.

No, it's all bloody wrong my son.

Is he around?

- He's still on sick leave. - This won't take long.

Alright.

Hello guv'nor.

There's not much wrong with him.

Yeah. She won't let me go to the gym.

Look at that - I've got a gut starting!

Well, tea or coffee?

Er, coffee if it's not too much trouble.

I'm driving her mad being home all day.

It's nice to see you, guv.

Well, this isn't exactly a social call, George.

No, I hoped it wasn't.

You haven't heard? Oh no, you wouldn't have done.

Heard what?

Susie's been snatched.

Straight up.

Who?

Well, that's the point.

They contacted me this morning,

I'm not to tell anyone or do anything about it.

No one else is to know they contacted me.

Not Kate, not Alison. No one.

Obviously know about Stan Proctor.

He's convinced it's no-one he knows.

- What, a new firm? - Yeah.

Yeah, and heavy duty at that.

The irony is... I'm nowhere near them.

They must think you are.

At some point during the last few days I must have touched a nerve.

Guv'nor, you must have panicked them into this sort of gig.

Now, one thing's for certain it's gonna be in the next few days, right?

And it's gonna be a monster.

Right.

- So, what d'you want me to do? - You're not doing anything.

Ah, haven't you got any shopping love?

You know what the doctor said.

Leave it out, love.

You can't let him be for five minutes, can you?

Alison.

I knew it'd get like this when he told me he was going back with you.

All right, that's enough.

- I'm not embarrassed to speak my mind, - Look,

I wouldn't come round if it wasn't important.

Important?

Anyone would think you were the only two coppers in London. He's sick.

Yeah, I'm sick of sitting here day after day being treated like a bloody invalid.

Thank you.

There... I'll be two minutes.

- You're going? - Yes, I'm going.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

I need him badly.

I can't explain, not at the moment. It's personal.

I'm beginning to know how your wife must've felt.

You better start growing up, Alison.

Now, face facts. You're married to a copper, and a bloody good copper.

There's no need to swear.

Now he could go straight to the top, but he's gonna need help.

- From you? - Mostly from you.

- He gets that. - Does he?

- Okay guv, I'm fit. - What about your coffee?

Oh, I'm sorry, love. But I'll phone you.

- You got your pills? - Yeah, in my pocket.

Make sure Mr Haskins knows you're back.

I'll phone you later.

Apart from the faces Proctor put me onto,

I've been to see most of the majorjewellers.

Jewellery import people, insurance companies specialising in that area

and banks with safety despositjewellery.

Now it's got to be someone in one of those places that I made enquiries at

and someone that knows that Stan Proctor is a little bird.

D'you want me to check back?

It's the only way.

Could be dangerous.

Not if we play it right.

And how's that?

You're from a special Crime Prevention Squad.

You're there to check their security

alarm systems.

Well you told me you did that course when you were away from the Sweeney didn't you?

That's right, yeah.

Yeah, it might work.

It's got to work.

There is another way, guv!

What?

Do as they say.

So that they do the job and you get Susie back safe.

No.

No-one could blame you.

I could!

Look, Jack, that little kid -

Now look, I'm gonna nail those pigs

and God help 'em when I do.

Try that one back there.

I spoke to a man named Lambson.

Guv'nor, are you sure you want it this way?

We don't have a lot of time, George.

Mrs Regan?

Mrs Regan?

I thought Susie might

just, might

Can I give you a lift home?

What?

Home.

It's on my way.

Come on, you look tired.

Yes, yes I am.

My car's over there.

If anything happened to Susie, I don't know what I'd do.

So you're wasting your time, Sergeant er -

Carter.

Carter, yes.

I've spent fifteen thousand pounds on making this place impregnable.

A Swedish firm. They are the best you know?

They're very competent.

No - they're the best.

I went into it in great detail.

Just out of interest Mr, er, Foss

What is the most that might be held here at any given time?

Well, last year, apart from some lesser stones, I had some uncut emeralds about, um

quarter of a million I suppose. Four hundred thousand altogether?

That's a lot of money.

Yes, I suppose so.

Oh, sorry. Didn't know you had someone with you.

This is my son, Alan.

Sergeant Carter.

Special Security. Checking up on us.

Really?

No, it's just routine. I cover a specific district every month, you know?

Can I speak to Mr Regan please?

When will he be in?

Can you take a message?

Ask him to ring Stan straight away.

Just Stan.

Who's there?

I know there's someone there.

Tea or coffee, guv?

Er, coffee please George.

- Hello, George. - Hello, Mr Haskins.

Jack, I'm very sorry, I've only just heard.

There's anything I can do. Anything at all?

Yeah, thank you, Frank.

I have, of course, arranged compassionate leave.

Well that won't be necessary, but thanks all the same.

Well, I naturally thought that you'd

No, Inspector Knowles is gonna keep me fully informed.

Well, I think you're wise to stay out of it.

Well, I couldn't be much help.

Couldn't be objective.

Well, Knowles is a good man.

We'll just have to wait.

That's the worst part, of course.

Er, how's Mrs Regan?

She's coping... just about.

ls there someone with her?

No, she doesn't want anyone with her.

I phoned her sister, just in case.

And I've given this number to the neighbours.

Oh well, as I say, if there's anything I can do?

Oh, there was a telephone message.

- From? - Stan.

- What did he want? - Call back as soon as you can.

Right.

I didn't expect to see you until Monday, George.

No, I couldn't keep away, guv.

Oh, how are you feeling?

Oh I could do fifteen rounds.

With the tea lady I suppose!

I'd still lose.

Yeah.

There you go, guv.

Cheers.

'Ere, you haven't been watering this, have you?

They don't like scotch.

Thatengaged?

Continuous tone.

Detective Inspector Regan, I want a priority check on 2469700.

Just a continuous tone.

'Ere guv'nor, was that Ken Knowles?

Yeah.

He was here about a year, wasn't he?

Yeah, he was one of the bright boys for a while.

Why'd he give it the elbow?

He had a dog.

Pardon?

A dog.

Oh.

Was it reported?

Thank you.

Out of order.

The hairs on my wooden leg tell me that something is up.

Well, hold on.

Look, you simply must get some rest.

Now, these'll help you to calm you down.

And one of these half an hour before you go to bed will get you to sleep.

Only one, is that clear?

Yes.

Now, you are not to drink at all alcohol. Is that quite clear?

Yes!

Look, these tablets

Yes! Yes!

Er, is there anybody who could come over and stay with you?

No.

No family? No close friends?

Got a husband.

An ex-husband.

Susie's father.

But he'll be too busy getting drunk with tarts

for information or booting some poor devil half to death in an alleyway.

I could stay.

No.

Thank you.

Well.

I'll be back in the morning.

There's a back way.

Stan?

Oh no.

Was out of order.

George.

They really laid into him.

Poor little bastard.

Sixty-three, five foot four and asthmatic.

He must have really given 'em a bad time.

Yeah, he must have copped it in there and crawled out here.

That's a long way to go when you're in that condition.

Why?

He could've been trying to get to the street door.

Yeah... or his coat.

What was that name of that importer?

Foss. Arnold Foss and Son.

It's dated today.

Coincidence?

I don't believe in coincidence when a man's been murdered.

Hello.

Yes?

Well, who are you?

Shouldn't that be my question?

Well, where's Kate?

- Are you er? - Mr Regan.

I'm sorry.

Can I come in?

Yes, of course.

She out?

Asleep.

How is she?

The doctor was here earlier.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm um, Doreen Alexander, Susie's teacher.

Are you a friend of Kate's?

No, not really. I know her through school.

I saw her at the school this afternoon.

Well, what was she doing there?

She said she thought Susie might turn up.

Had she been drinking?

I think so.

The um, doctor's left her some tablets. She's taken one.

Would you, er, like a coffee or something?

No, no thanks. No, you get away.

I'll stay with her now.

Are you sure?

Yeah, that's why I came.

Well, I've got rather a lot of marking to do.

Susie's lucky to have a teacher like you.

I remember, er, a Miss Beaston.

Sixty.

Used to shave twice a day.

With a fifty inch bust.

Halitosis and knuckles like a navvy.

Oh, if she caught you talking.

I might be like that one of these days.

I don't think so.

I've been trying to contact you. They thought you might be here.

Come in.

- Where's er, Kate? - Asleep.

Look, there's something about this case. Something that doesn't fit.

Doesn't make sense, the pattern's all wrong.

I don't go much on patterns and formulas.

You come to rely on 'em, and when they're not there

But I've been searching for a motive.

Now, if it had been purely sexual

this woman would have done what she needed to and left Susie somewhere. Right?

Maybe.

And if it was for any form of ransom, she'd have been in contact by now, some way.

What would she be after?

My silver plated truncheon?

If she was a complete head-case, I think she'd

have probably given herself away by now.

She'd have needed to tell somebody about it.

Needed the attention.

She'd be looking for the security of arrest.

Now, what other motive might be possible in this particular case?

Well, you're doing the paper back psychology.

Revenge.

What?

It suddenly occurred to me, the obvious.

You must have made a lot of enemies, Jack.

- Are you serious? - It fits.

Conveniently. Too conveniently.

Well, it's worth working on isn't it? There's damn all else.

What d'you want me to do?

Right, I want you to go carefully through all the arrests you've made.

The convictions you've got.

Say over the last two years to start with.

To start with?

Come on! This sort of resentment could go back years.

Okay.

Look Jack, you've made a reputation by following your intuition.

Backed up by a lot of hard graft.

Well my intuition screams that I'm onto to something.

I've been listening.

You should be sleeping.

- Is this true? - Kate!

That Susie's disappearance is connected with Jack in some way.

- I think it might. - He's just guessing.

- D'you know someting we don't, Jack? - Like what?

You're hiding something.

- Why would I wanna hide anything? - I don't know, but you are!

Yourjob's poisoned mine and Susie's lives already.

And now this happens.

You're getting hysterical.

Why couldn't she have paid for someone to beat you up or something?

Thanks.

I bloody hate you, Jack Regan.

And everything you stand for.

s s 62.

Regan.

Yeah?

Where are you?

It's gonna be dodgy, guv without a warrant.

Yeah, I know.

All right, ta ta.

'I've got to go out, Kate. Don't wait up'.

'We're due at Helen's in half an hour'.

'Ring her'.

'This is the third time we've had to postpone it' 'I can't help that. Ring her'.

'What do I tell her this time?'

'I'm working. She'll understand'.

But they never did. Understand.

One by one they stopped inviting us.

One by one the Christmas cards stopped coming.

One by one, I lost every friend I ever had.

Did you ever realise how lonely I became?

And that's how we ended up.

Not talking to each other.

Leading separate lives.

Strangers.

The only thing we shared was Susie.

Now we don't even have her!

Which one?

The white one on the corner.

- Listen, how d'you want to play this? - The way it comes.

Good evening, madam. Er, as you know, you're

due next week for a North Sea Gas conversion.

I wondered if I could come in for a few moments and, er

At the moment, no.

Well, it could save you a lot of time and inconvenience.

I'm expecting visitors at any moment.

Well, it won't take a couple of minutes.

I just want to do a check on the appliances.

I said no.

Help! Help!

- Police. - Police?

Flying Squad.

Arghh!

Round the back!

Ifslocked!

I heard Susie!

Get out.

That's my kid you've got up there.

Hlshoot

You're going to have to 'cos I'm coming up.

Watch it, guv.

Get back.

You'll get life for shooting a police officer.

Just put it down, lady.

Do as he says, Fay. Before someone gets hurt.

Please.

I can't. They'll take you away.

- Where's the child? - Back bedroom.

Why did you have to get mixed up in this?

- We needed the money. - Come on.

It wasn't the money, you little liar.

That man again, isn't it? Your fancy man.

Bloody Alan Foss.

Susie!

Daddy!

- Oh, hello princess. - Where have you been?

Oh, sorry darling. I'm sorry.

It's all over now, love. It's all over.

Alan was going to phone me

and then I was to take the kid back to near the school and leave her there.

- When? - He didn't say exactly.

- Saturday? - He didn't say.

Some time after the job.

I don't know anything about a job.

You can do better than that.

I don't know anything but what I've told you already.

You didn't know about Proctor?

- Who? - Stan Proctor.

He was an informer.

- No. - He's dead.

Murdered.

They knew he was trying to contact me.

Well, I swearl didn't know.

You are in a lot of trouble, Brenda.

Abduction of a minor.

Armed robbery.

They weren't going to

What?

Not going to what, Brenda?

- I was never part of that. - Of what?

The robbery.

But you don't know anything about a robbery.

You don't know anything about anything.

That's what you said, Brenda.

- I never knew that much. - Well, what did you know?

The ladies are going to love her in Holloway.

- Phew, not many! Nice blonde barnet. - Good figure.

- Sympathetic nature. - Should be a real home from home.

Yeah. Well, it's going to have to be ain't it?

For a long time.

You bastards!

That's right.

Yeah, we're the two biggest male chauvinist pigs in the Sweeney.

And if you don't start telling the truth

we're going to throw the lot at you and your friend.

Fay?

Is that his name?

Fay had nothing to do with all this.

She's got a nice sense of humour as well.

- She didn't. - She stuck a forty-five up my nose.

And she was going to use it.

She wasn't.

She didn't know what she was doing.

Well, I don't think a judge will see it quite like that.

Look, if I tell you everything I know

will you drop all of the charges against Fay?

No deals.

But I will blow in the right ear if

if what you tell us is worth listening to.

We're waiting.

I only know what Alan's told me.

Is that Alan Foss the draughtsman?

- The what? - Did he plan the robbery?

God no. Should never have got involved.

Why did he?

- Money. - His old man's rolling in it.

That's Alan's problem.

He doesn't have his father's acumen. Thinks he does.

He's lost a lot of money lately.

He's got involved with some particularly nasty people.

Who suggested his involvement as a way out.

But once involved, there was no opting out, they made that quite clear.

He wanted to get out.

He told me and I believed him.

What's your relationship with him?

I like him.

And he asked me to help him.

Look, we didn't harm your little girl.

I like children.

She's a nice kid.

Pretty, intelligent.

The three of us played Monopoly together.

What Uncle Fay, Aunty Brenda and Susie?

Have you any idea what you've done to her mother?

She could end up in a psychiatric ward because of you.

Sorry.

Sorry?

Too bloody late for that.

If you were Alan Foss,

I'd take you somewhere quiet and I'd make sure you never walked straight again.

What was Alan Foss' part in the robbery?

He was responsible for selling the jewellery.

Jewellery? Not stones?

No - antique jewellery. It came in from abroad.

From where?

I think Singapore. I'm not certain.

And where did it come to?

That I don't know.

Is it anything to do with his father's place? Is he the inside man?

No. No, they don't do that sort of work.

Somewhere in Covent Garden, I think.

It came through Heathrow about five days ago. That's all I know for certain.

I'll go check its value.

Seven hundred thousand.

You've no idea where it's being held?

No.

Or when the robbery's planned for?

Tomorrow, or is it today now?

Thursday?

Night. Alan was going to phone me Friday morning.

Do you know any other names?

Well, one of them was called Ken. I heard Alan on the phone to him.

- No surnames? - No.

He was the one that forced Alan to

your little girl.

Anything else?

I didn't know about the man being killed.

I swear.

And I know Alan didn't.

People like you and Foss make me laugh.

I find you both about as funny as a broken leg.

You sure?

Look, Jack. Nobody could be more pleased than

I am that you got your kid back unharmed.

- It's just the way - It was the only way, wasn't it?

You'll never learn, will you?

You could have come to me. I would have

helped. I wanted to in any way that I could.

But you just had to con me.

All this bloody rubbish about not being able to be objective.

What's this all about?

Look, I got her back! And I got the inside on a number one set-up.

You don't understand, do you?

You don't even want to try to see it from our side.

You deliberately withheld information.

Inspector Knowles is considering bringing a serious complaint against you.

He had the courtesy to come and see me first.

What's the matter? The old ego bruised?

It could have turned out differently. Susie could have been hurt.

Badly hurt.

It didn't and she wasn't!

You gambled with her life! Your own daughter

you bloody hypocrite, accusing me of a bent ego.

- You were getting nowhere - Yeah, and you wouldn't help

You couldn't find an Irishman in a Harp Club!

Regan!

- The minute I knew you were in this enquiry I - What?

Forget it.

What do you mean by that Regan?

There are two kinds of Jacks. Some do, some talk. He's a talker.

That's why he couldn't get on in the Sweeney, and he knows it.

And that isn't true.

Why did you leave then?

Personal reasons, which I don't have to explain to you.

You've got no style, son.

If I was making a complaint against another officer, I'd go to the engine driver

not his oil rag.

I don't have to take that from you, Regan.

I'm ready to talk to the Commander... are you?

You are sick, Regan.

Do you know that?

Thank you for your time, sir.

I thought I was getting to know you, Jack.

Knowles was trying it on.

He was right.

It could have been more serious. Your own child.

Don't you think I know that?

Don't you think my guts turned over, every time the bloody phone rang?

What do you think I am?

I did it because she was my kid.

You let these animals get away with it once, just once

and every copper and his wife will be living on a knife-edge.

Scared to let their kids out of their sight.

Susie's all I've got left.

She's the only thing in my life that's clean and simple.

I don't give a damn what you and Knowles think.

I know Why I did what I did.

And you can damn well think what you like.

Jack?

I didn't understand.

At least you listened.

Come on, Foss. Move yourself.

Hold it.

We through the complete alarm system?

He said that the whole lot would be switch off.

This peter's not wired up, is it?

I don't think so.

Listen. That ain't good enough son.

We paid your bleeding mate enough.

I want to make sure he's earned it. Done his job properly.

Well, we haven't had any problems up till now have we?

No, and you know just what'll happen to the pair of yer

if I hear as much as a phone bell in there.

- Is it what you expected, Bill? - Yeah.

Good. It'll be a doddle, eh?

Sure.

Be out of here in two minutes.

Lights!

Kenny Jarvis!

Bloody Regan!

I thought you sorted him out?

Get him out of here!

YOu!

- I want to talk to you. - Take it easy, guv. He's not worth it!

Get the rest downstairs, sergeant.

All right, you heard him. Come on!

All right, Regan. Turn it in!

You find me amusing?

- I didn't think Proctor had the bottle. Not after - That kicking you gave him?

Dirty stinking little grass he is.

He's dead.

That ain't funny, Regan.

Am I laughing?

Now, listen Regan

Guv!

Guv! Guv!

It's all over, guv.

It's all over.

Just get him out of my sight, George.

I don't know how you can carry on.

Not after this.

What else can I do?

There are thousands of other jobs.

Better paid. Just as interesting.

More opportunities.

I suppose so.

You love it, don't you?

Every damn minute of it.

Every car chase, every tip off,

every interrogation, every arrest.

It's a vacation.

If that means the only job, you're right.

I still love you, Jack.

And I still hate you.

Well, not you, maybe. The job.

You can't separate a man from his work, Kate.

That's the trouble.

Hello?

Regan.

Well, give it to Reece.

What about Franklin or Ross?

Well, anyone'd think Regan was the only copper in London!