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[engine roaring]

[tires screeching]

[screaming]

[loud gunshot]

[yelling]

-Almost finished! [alarm wailing]

[doors slamming]

-Go! -Move it!

[engine roaring]

Hitchins, come on, come on!

One day, you krauts will learn

how to handle all that adrenaline.

[tires screeching]

Move it man, I mean come on!

[engine roaring]

You stupid!

[gate smashing]

[doors slamming]

[loud punch]

[doors slamming]

-Go!

[engine roaring]

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic upbeat music]

[tires screeching]

[sirens wailing]

[loud gunfire]

[engine roaring]

[sirens wailing]

[guns banging]

[yelling]

Clean away.

Sheriff, they went that'a way.

[The Sweeney Theme Song]

[announcer speaking]

[humming]

Five please.

Yep.

Thank you.

Ta.

[Announcer] Now Windsor.

Six to four, number three performance.

Two to one, number 11 Jitterbug.

Three to one, number seven, Bella Bella.

Five to one, number one Two Sands.

Five to One, number 4 Stuck-o

That you on the phone, was it.

Yeah, it's about that blag.

What blag's that?

The one where the security fellow got shot.

I'm not with you.

For God's sake!

The one where they shot the armor truck guard

and the getaway van broke down.

Hijacked a motor.

Come on, it was on the wireless.

How do [thick accent] ? (???)

Could be the driving.

Go on then.

Tober Macomby is in London.

The driver from Manchester.

Where?

Junk shop.

Behind Lambert road, North King.

Near the cemetery.

[paper thud]

Here you go, Gov.

Cheers, George.

You've met Tober before, have you?

No, I've never had that pleasure.

You?

No.

I was on leave when he hit London.

He did smack the others with a hatchet.

Charming.

Want one of these?

Yeah, cheers.

He's on his toes from the army.

Marines.

They still want him back.

Court marshal.

Yeah, he's a right hard man.

Vicious.

He broke the back of his master of arms.

That's a bit naughty for a driver.

What is this?

Liquid concrete?

[laughs] Yeah.

I was in Borneo, Cyprus and Haiti.

And he did four tours in Ulster.

Wonder why he deserted.

Maybe he wanted a bit of excitement.

[laughs]

[bright music]

[door closes]

No sign of old Bill?

[door Closes]

Yeah, well don't expect that to last.

Three jobs in two days,

it's too near the bone.

I'm not complaining.

It's paying for me old age.

I didn't know you was an animal lover.

Drop dead.

[laughs]

What time's The German due?

Don't worry, son.

The German is never late.

[kissing noise]

[people chatting]

[door closes]

That him, was it?

Don't know.

Hold on, Gov.

Whiskey, this is Zulu.

Who was that?

[Man On Radio] Zulu.

I don't know.

These photos are ancient.

Terrific.

Where's the camera?

Whiskey's got it.

Second floor, round the corner.

I'll get Murph in the van.

Get Jameson up here to take a few shots.

Okay.

[people chatting]

You got a light mate?

Sure.

Cheers.

[door closes]

[camera clicking]

[door closes]

Our dumb friends are enjoying themselves I see.

Jake here is the comedian,

why not stick to being punctional?

And paying out.

You surely don't want me to stop paying out.

You surely better not contemplate it.

Ten grand for Tober.

Ten for Jake.

What about Doc Boyd?

I'll keep it for him.

No tricks.

I'll keep it for him!

No tricks.

You get right up my nostrils, Hermann.

Doc Boyd's a mate of mine, a mucker.

Okay.

Fine.

-[door closes] -The next job.

Is everyone ready?

Otto Schmidt.

Alias Peter van Greet.

Served five years for armed robbery,

eight years for kidnapping

and two years for possession of explosives.

Born in Hamburg in 1936.

He's wanted for questioning in France and Holland.

He's known as The German.

You met him, Gov?

No, I saw him in court

whilst you were in extradition hearing.

When I was a DC.

God. You must be ancient.

You are hell bent on promotion

aren't you Jimmy.

Oh, sorry, Gov.

You got those warrants sorted out?

On what evidence?

Ah, Michael James Boyd.

Now he's a known associate of Tober Macombi's.

Thought he only worked out of town.

If these jobs are even-stevens,

he's made a bundle.

Tonight's paper's written they're going millionth.

You don't believe that, do you?

They're just headline grabbers.

I mean all the tricks have been different.

Well Tober's not in town for the bright lights, is he?

So let's get some evidence.

What about that other face, Gov?

Not the bearded wonder.

The other one.

Yeah, I can't place him.

He bothers me.

Well I'm not too struck on your face

as it happens, George.

[laughs]

[The German] Well, Jake, what do you think?

Uh.

Go on son.

Tell him he has nothing to be afraid of.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's all right I suppose, yeah.

Good.

I'm glad it meets with your approval.

Well it doesn't meet with mine.

It doesn't have to.

He's part of the movement,

you're a hired thug.

Listen Haini,

a job's a job,

but stuff a pantomime.

Pantomime?

You're pushing your luck man.

You can't go pulling jobs as quickly as this.

Even the dumbest copper will be able to suss this lot out.

My dear Tober, this operation is the outcome

of thorough military planning and intelligence.

Not a muddled scheming

of a bunch of Mancunian psychopaths.

Military what?

How do you know the old bill

hasn't got this place surrounded?

Where the hell's George got to?

Don't know, Gov.

[birds chirping]

[radio chatting]

You wanna go?

[yells]

God.

It's me ankle, Gov.

Oh.

[radio chatting]

Gov?

[Gov] George, quick!

What happened?

[Gov] Put that away and give us a hand.

What happened?

I thought I'd come back over the wall.

We were playing football.

Football?

Yeah, you know, football.

Little round thing people kick it.

It's all the rage.

Yeah, looks like it.

If you had been on time,

it wouldn't have happened.

Sorry I was so long.

I was stuck down C11.

They start late.

Did you find anything here?

No.

What's the word?

Well that face you recognized from five years ago,

The German.

He's still involved with explosives and kidnapping.

Politics.

What sort of politics?

Extreme.

No kidding.

[moaning]

Yeah, look he's hurt, Gov.

Yeah, it serves him right for showing off.

And the other face, that photo.

Rings a bell.

Do you wanna go through the comic book?

Oh certainly,

if I've got a week off.

No, I probably saw him at Demo,

one of those funny raids.

Listen, Governor,

if this is a terrorist caper,

is it really down to us?

Violent robbery is always down to us, George.

I don't care what the villains vote for.

Go and have a word with Nicely-Nicely,

ask him if special branch have got any interest.

He hates me.

Everybody, George.

Nicely-Nicely hates the world.

But he's a Super now.

And I'm a Detective Inspector, George,

and you're not.

That's what makes the world go around.

Give him my regards.

I'd stick to darts if I were you, Gov.

[moaning]

Oh, shut it, Bill.

You only sprained your ankle,

you're not gonna get a Commissioners Commendation

for that.

And of course I was always keen

to be of assistance,

but I must say, Sergeant,

Carter?

I was a little non-??? (unsure)

Superintendent Turner suggested we had a chat.

Yeah, well Nicely,

Mister Turner,

said it was nothing to do with his lot.

He said DI5 were involved.

We're not DI5.

No?

Good heavens, no!

Your Mister Regan, wants to know something.

Yeah.

Look, can we go into an office?

But why, Sergeant?

Well it's a bit more private, you know.

This is White Hall, Sergeant,

not the Kremlin.

Perhaps we can come to the point.

Yeah, all right.

Have you any involvement with a German

called Schmidt,

and a certain William,

Evil Willie Sanders?

And why might we be interested?

Well, politics.

Political offenses.

We don't have political offenses in this country.

I thought someone in your position

would know that.

Good afternoon, Samantha.

[kissing sound]

Now what's a nice girl like-

Typing the Minister's letters, I hope.

And what have these two heroes been doing?

A few blaggings we think.

500 grand so far.

My, my.

All without you noticing?

We've just gone on to them.

Don't tell me the Yard's losing it's touch.

No sir,

we're just playing them along for a while.

I wish you'd take the same attitude

to my wife's parking fines.

That's a different department.

Now what about these two sir?

Schmidt and Saunders.

Not my department.

Well the special branch boys told--

Well that's why I'm here.

We'll I'll route around Sergeant.

We're very co operative.

Yeah, well if you could let me know.

Oh, you'll hear all right.

If we have an interest.

Yes, the word will filter down to you.

Have no fear.

Just to make sure they let you out.

A warrant card means nothing here.

As you possibly noticed.

Take care, Sergeant.

[coins clinking]

[loud thump]

[Man On Radio] Zulu to Charlie.

They've gone for a wet I think.

Over.

Okay, Zulu.

Now you take a break.

But leave your channel open.

Off.

How long you been on DI Regan's team, skip?

Oh, 18 months I suppose.

I hear he's a bit heavy.

No, he's all right.

You new then?

Yeah, just posted in from Division.

Well I'd be nice to him if I were you, Samby.

Have a shifty round the back George.

Yeah, why not.

Look you move round the corner,

and I'll suss out the back yard.

All right.

Be careful and don't borrow anything.

Oh, sure.

If I'm well behaved I might find six signed confessions.

I'll get back to the local factory.

About time I sorted out that warrant.

Well, are you in Tober?

What do you mean am I in?

Of course I'm in.

Just you said to The German

you thought it was getting close to the bone.

It is son, it is.

Have you ever fought the Sweeney?

They're the real heavy mug.

I've fought the army, Tober.

In the Emerald Isle.

Oh aye, you did.

Maybe I've even fought you.

No sonny, if you had,

we'd have been doing business by the spiritualists.

Zulu to Charlie.

They're at the shop door.

[car honking]

Can I help you, sunshine?

I'm looking for Earlsfield Road.

Not within a mile of here, friend.

Earlsfield, they said it was close to the cemetery.

We're all close to that, kid.

Yeah well, thanks any way.

Any time, Mister Ingram.

Still driving on that clutch are we.

That shows nerves you know.

Not me mate,

you've got me mixed up.

My name is Fox.

All right, Constable.

Gonna go into my shop now.

[engine roaring]

Right, that does it.

[door slams]

Okay, Sweeney!

I'll count up to ten.

Just to save us any embarrassment.

[dramatic upbeat music]

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight. 8

Nine.

Ten.

[dramatic upbeat music]

Feeling the strain, old son?

He's changed but you haven't.

His name used to be Dave,

it didn't click.

When was this?

Oh, about 14 years ago.

We used to race cars.

Rossendale Hill Climbs.

When you asked to stand in for my regular,

I gave you just one piece of advice.

What was it?

Always be where you wanted me.

[paper crackling]

This is a fiver.

This five pounds says,

that when George came out that alley,

you weren't there.

Look, Governor.

Do I owe you a fiver?

No.

I wasn't there.

Well not exactly anyway.

Okay.

I'm gonna recommend you for two weeks

as the Super's driver.

His man can drive for George.

Well I'm sorry sir.

All right.

[sighs]

Did he disturb anything in that shop?

Ah, no.

What about that warrant?

You know, I've decided to cool on that for a bit.

It's nothing to do with me, Gov.

But shouldn't we nick them all?

That's what Haskins said.

Well what did you say?

Mister Regan said we needed evidence.

I said good interrogation would produce that evidence.

Mister Regan then asked for more time.

I'll just go and get those cigarettes, Gov.

I've just been with the Assistant Commissioner.

Not, I trust, in the Biblical sense.

Jack, can you obey orders?

I mean if they're quite clear, quite specific.

Whenever possible.

Well, here is one.

And I think it's possible.

If you get The German, Doc Boyd and Tober

all together in the same place again,

you will arrest them.

The ACC has pointed out,

that whilst he is not influenced by the fact,

that yesterday's raid

was in all the headlines,

a security guard was shot.

And that makes him very angry.

So stop messing about Jack,

otherwise I'll find you another case.

We're still gonna need evidence, Gov.

I mean all we've got so far,

is a tip-off from a not very reliable snout.

Could you be clear and specific about that?

Unless George's men can be persuaded

to shop them all in court,

all we're gonna be able to do

is scare them away.

At the rate you're going, Jack,

that might prove to be the best available option.

[dramatic upbeat music]

[door closes]

What's going on?

The bloody law's been here sussing us out,

that's all.

Nothing to get excited about.

Thought you saved your adrenaline for the driving.

Yes, I'll be driving in a minute.

We have a contract for four jobs, Tober.

Then you'll have to sue me.

It's all right for you, love.

48 hours in a nick

and a way home if you keep your mouth shut.

Me, the Marine Commando's wanna few years of my life.

I can't let you do that.

Just walk out like that.

When was the police here?

I didn't see them.

Look, wake up, Hermann.

The Sweeney's as good as in here with us.

You can't be serious about another job.

Not in the smoke.

Not this side of Christmas.

Oh, I'm perfectly serious.

Then that's your Wagnerian funeral, Heinrich.

Don't expect me to sit in the bunker,

'til we're down to the last cartridge.

I suppose your plan

was to shoot the cat, poison Jake,

and I'd pour petrol over you and Evil Willie

after a hasty marriage ceremony?

Forget it!

[loud bang]

[groaning]

[loud thump]

[loud bang]

[screaming]

Tober.

[loud thump]

Mister Tober.

I had a phone call from Manchester this morning.

Your daughter.

She was on her way to school.

At 23 Drummatry Street.

She's quite well.

My daughter?

Rosanna?

Pretty little girl.

Dark hair, about six years old.

[door closes]

Where is she?

At school, I imagine.

But I can find out just like that.

You know I'd kill you, Schmidt.

Yes.

And you'd still have her hurt.

It's not my decision.

You appreciate I'm not a gangster, Tober.

You and your team have a contract

for four jobs in three days.

At ten grand a time.

That amounts to 120 000 pounds.

That leaves marginally more than half

for me and to my boy.

And you know what we take?

Our air fares and some pocket money.

And the rest for the cause, is it?

You're not gangsters,

you're a pair of bloody mugs.

It's up to you.

You know the score.

Leave if you want to.

And what if we get nicked?

Or smashed up.

Wouldn't be your fault.

We're not animals.

[sighs]

All right.

I drive tomorrow.

Good.

I'd have hated you to be left out.

[engine roaring]

[Announcer] Results, Hackney.

Trap thee, Nova.

Trap five, Shy Nelly.

SP trap three, 30 to 8,

trap five, five to one.

[door creaking]

[upbeat music]

[footsteps thumping]

Damn me, Albert!

You can shift for an economy size, can't you.

Leave me alone, Mister Carter.

I don't know nothing.

All right.

You're under arrest.

You told me enough to tie you in for conspiracy.

You can't do that to me!

Do you wanna bet?

This is a conspiracy inquiry.

Now you know what Eddy Morton got for that,

don't you.

Come on.

Was my word, that put him down.

My whisper.

Exactly.

You'll be the most popular man inside.

I doubt if you'll even survive remand.

Oh, Eddy will be pleased to see you in Parkhurst.

You're not serious, Mister Carter?

Oh yes I am.

Conspiracy to robbery

and shooting security guards.

I've had a threat, Mister Carter.

The word's out that Tober's involved with bloody fanatics.

Terrorists!

And they know someone's grassing.

I take junk from that shop.

Pound for two beds and a couple of sideboards.

I'm the only one that knows they're there.

Just a whisper.

We do a deal.

A couple of drinks.

Not even for a holiday.

All right.

Albert James Milligan,

I'm arresting you for conspiracy to commit--

Tomorrow.

3.30.

It might be a bank.

Where.

I don't know.

I swear.

You're a liar, Albert.

The banks shut at 3.30.

I don't know any more, Mister Carter.

Honest.

Let's assume three blags in two days.

There was nothing today except several meets.

The German and the unknown face,

they go to the junk shop,

wait one hour,

leave.

Tober and the hippie stay behind.

[George] Yeah.

Our operative team said

they turned the telly off at ten.

Yeah.

Well the little men have got a busy day pending.

Yeah, I reckon your snout's right

about that tomorrow, George.

Yes.

3:30 pm.

[Jack] But not a bank.

I don't think so, no.

These are all the wage rounds for tomorrow afternoon, Gov.

I've marked down times due at the side.

Only three of them make any sense.

You're lucky.

None of it makes sense to me.

If Tober is in on this,

I can't understand why hasn't ebbed away by now.

I mean he must know

he's on borrowed time

after that scene at the shop.

Who do you recon chooses the location?

Doc and Tober.

They're the pro's.

Doc for the ease of attack,

Tober for the best getaway route.

[George] Heads.

Tales.

You'll be Doc, I'll be Tober.

Now I know I've been pushing my luck,

so I'm looking for the best way to-- [phone ringing]

Squad office.

Hold on, sir.

It's Mister Haskins for you.

Yes, Gov.

Well actually Governor,

I'm standing here planning a robbery.

[engine roaring]

Here.

Morning Inspector.

Who are you?

My name is Carver, Major Carver.

I spoke to your Sergeant earlier.

Oh yes, Security Service.

Not in so many words.

Say no more, Major.

This Sergeant of yours, Carter, wasn't it?

I wasn't quite frank with him.

Surprise me.

This case you're on.

And what case is that, Major?

We might have an interest.

I don't like silly games, Governor.

I take it this conversation isn't official.

Just informal liaison, Inspector.

So what do you want?

I get the feeling

you're planning a very heavy move out here.

Am I?

You're setting up for a right shuffle.

Shooters, iron bars, the lot.

Am I right?

Go on, I'm only listening.

It would be no bad thing

if your adversaries were,

shall we say,

unhindered in their endeavors today.

Come on, Major.

Do me a favor, cut the bunny, and come clean.

You appreciate I can't talk about my work, Inspector.

Suffice it to say,

suffice it to say,

Mister Regan?

The national interest will be best served

if our mutual friends

were able to complete their present activities.

You mean I've stumbled on to something political.

Can't say, of course.

But I can't stop you speculating.

I realize your job's terribly secret, Major.

But I can't accept your brief covers armed robbery.

Or putting innocent civvies at risk.

Feel strongly about it, do you Inspector?

When I find Tober and that mob,

they're gonna go down for 12 or 14 years,

even if they vote Methodist.

[footsteps thumping]

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to log this conversation.

Morning, sir.

[door slams]

[engine roaring]

[The Sweeney Theme]

[people chatting]

There'll be only one car.

God knows what Tober will borrow.

Your job is simple,

block this exit, but wait for my word, right?

Right, Gov.

[dramatic music]

[engine roaring]

Know what I'd like?

One of them Uzi Submachine Guns.

They're Israeli, solid gear.

What do you think, German?

What about?

That Sweeney business.

Do you think anybody was here?

No.

Even Willie didn't think so.

Did you Willie?

No way, man.

Tober's lost his cool.

I reckon this will be his last caper.

Do you, sonny?

Three blaggers and you think you know it all?

The way you talk

I don't think you even know

what side the bloody Atlantic you're on.

[The German] Okay.

You and Evil Willie go first.

Good luck, comrade.

[door slams]

You did well on the last job.

Do you still want to join us?

More than ever.

I've been in touch with the military council.

They have checked you very thoroughly.

Extremely thoroughly.

Welcome to the struggle, comrade.

[sighs]

Comrade.

I have some news for you.

News?

Today's raid is to find the stool pigeon.

That is it's purpose.

What stool pigeon?

In our organization,

security is more important than funds.

Today's raid is a mock-up.

I shall stop it at the last moment.

[laughs] You mean,

we're all jacked up for a blag

and there's no blag?

I suspect we have an informer.

Tober could be right about the police being involved.

Neither he nor Doc Boyd have any commitment.

They may have made a deal with the police.

If there is an ambush,

there must be an informer.

If we're ambushed, mate,

we're all done for.

You'll have a lifetime in Parkhurst

to figure out who shopped us.

No.

You and I shall remain in the background

near a vehicle I shall indicate.

This time Doc Boyd and Tober

are bound to put up a fight.

If so, we shall slip away.

Don't worry, there'll be ample time.

And Evil Willie?

I trust him, comrade.

But can you trust Tober, Doc Boyd?

'Cause if they're nicked, they'll grass,

they owe us nothing.

We shall be a thousand miles away

before Tober can come anywhere near a courthouse.

Now to arms.

[door slams]

[engine roaring]

[Jack] Take up your position!

[radio chatting]

Chief Inspector Haskins?

I don't think we've met.

My name is Carver.

[sirens wailing]

The wife's a fair driver, you know.

[engine roaring]

[sirens wailing]

There's a place around the back,

park the car there,

go into the gents,

lock the door

and stay there 'til I tell you.

Gents?

They know his face!

Of all the drivers in the Squad,

he's the last one I need around.

I may have to scrub this, Jack.

You what?

The ambush.

[door slams]

We may have to let it pass.

Come off it, governor.

I don't know what hatchet-work's been going on,

but this operation's already underway.

We can't move out.

You're too late, Gov.

A Major Carver has been to see me.

You wouldn't have to Dick Tracey to guess that.

Now watch it!

He explained everything to me.

I'll bet.

Shut up!

Now Carver's outfit have got a man in Tober's team.

And he's managed to get inside a group of terrorists,

called Liberty And Peace For The People.

The LPP.

Now this raid is just a dummy.

It's a try-out.

The German reckons, that if we try to feel their colors,

then it must be down to one of his own team.

He's gonna call off the blag at the last minute.

He must be off his bloody skull!

Now because of a grass,

The German can put the finger on the Major's man.

And they reckon they're pretty near

to rounding up the lot of them.

But it was the dwarf!

Well you try telling that to Schmidt.

Look Jack, this way, you get five of them

for conspiracy to rob.

The other way,

the Major breaks up a terrorist organization.

We can get them for the blags in our own time.

And what if it's not a dummy?

Are you so frightened of the mad Major

that you're prepared to let people get hurt,

-because if you are! -Now, don't be

so childish, Jack.

At the first sign of trouble, we nick em!

I told him, we can't let anything happen.

This is Lollypop.

All units listen very carefully.

This operation is not to proceed.

I repeat.

Operation Penguin is suspended.

All units to remain undercover

and observe.

I want detailed reports of everything that occurs.

No action is to be taken

unless you have my direct command.

Radio silence will be maintained,

but keep listening.

Off.

Sorry I lost my rag, Gov.

Forget it.

Is this one of them?

Look-outs.

They post two as a ruse.

[engine roaring]

[door slamming]

Here ya go.

Better sign for it.

Here.

That guy with the long hair.

His name's Jenkins.

He used to be in the job.

Jenkins?

Yeah, I know him.

He got the elbow, didn't he?

A couple of years ago?

Look, go to the Governor,

tell him we got that face.

Yeah, Detective Sergeant Jenkins it was.

I met him on a lecture weekend four years ago.

He was special branch.

Yeah, he got caught up in the eternal triangle.

And then beat his wife.

He was told to put his papers in.

[door slams]

[engine roaring]

Jenkins.

There's not much of a future in that job.

I suppose he lost his pension.

That's all he could get,

working for Carver.

Hope I can do better.

Well, at least we know who the Major's boy is.

[engine roaring]

Here's the wages.

[tires screeching]

And here's the team.

[door slams]

It's all off.

Well, is that a fact?

Yeah.

German's orders.

[dramatic music]

[door slamming]

I don't believe it.

[sighs]

They would have moved by now.

[dramatic music]

[door slamming]

[Jimmy On Radio] Jimmy here, Gov.

Sorry to break the silence,

but I've just been clocked.

Over.

Go on Jimmy.

[Jimmy On Radio] That bloke who clocked me.

Evil Willie.

I did him two years back for coke and speed.

Over.

[door slamming]

[engine roaring]

[dramatic music]

Heat up.

What are you doing Jack?

[engine roaring]

[dramatic upbeat music]

[tires screeching]

[guns banging]

[tires screeching]

[guns banging]

[yelling]

[engine roaring]

[tires screeching]

Out!

[Thud]

All right, drop it.

You're nicked.

You stay where you are

or I'll shoot.

Now come on, son.

Drop it.

Shoot, comrade, shoot the pig.

[loud gunshot]

[yelling]

[loud thump]

I hear you're a hard man, Macomby.

Yeah I am, kid.

I am.

Yeah?

[loud thump]

[groans]

[crash]

I gave up rowing about with punch years ago.

Go on!

you enjoyed every minute of it.

[loud thumps]

Put a stop to that!

I won't have members of my team brawling in public.

[loud crash]

Come on, George.

Stop messing about.

[door opens]

You wanted to see me?

[sighs] Sir, I'm no urban killer.

Neither am I.

Get to the point.

It's my little girl.

They forced me into this.

These LPP people, joined to DRS.

They said they'd kill her.

That's your business, Tober.

She's security life for my good behavior

and when they find out we've all been catched,

they'll hatchet her, sure as God.

I'll have her watched.

Give me the details.

Excuse me, Jack?

Hang on a minute, Gov.

The address please.

See, that's as good as me cutting her neck myself.

Be right with you, sir.

Right now, Jack.

We're going back to the Yard.

What are you getting at, Tober?

I've got muckers in Manchester, Mister Regan.

I bet you have.

They'll see she's all right.

Can you be sure?

Oh, aye.

We don't handle terrorists

like the government, Mister Regan.

You'll not find them planting bombs in our backyards.

Not twice.

Outside line.

Go ahead.

[phone buzzing]

I'm not daft, Inspector.

Names, dates, places, telephone numbers,

Crown witness, you name it.

I know what a deal entails.

[phone buzzing]

[knocking]

Oh, Jack.

I think you've met Major Carver.

He's interested in the background

to the arrests you made.

Right.

While The German's dummy run was in progress,

Sergeant Carter identified a former police officer

done up like a first class anarchist.

I think his name is Jenkins.

Then one of our other boys,

DC Thorpe was clocked by a very nasty student agitator

by the name of Evil Willie.

Just out of interest.

Why didn't Thorpe ID this man before today?

Faces are like that,

sometimes they just click.

As soon as the ambush was sussed,

I had to follow it through.

If the team had been allowed to back out,

then the Evil Willie and The German

would have known they'd been infiltrated.

And ex-Sergeant Jenkins would have doubtless

been tortured and murdered.

No question.

In a decision forced on me

by an unfortunate coincidence,

I had no alternative,

but to make the claim.

I think you slightly underestimated our Mister Jenkins.

No doubt you beat him up

so that his cover was further protected?

Right.

We can let the prisoners know

that it was a snout that shopped him and then,

your man is in the clear.

God knows what use he's going to be now.

I want to let them know your snouts name of course.

No way, Major.

There's been enough people hurt already.

Anyway, there's no need.

Your man is still in the hospital.

Yes.

I would explore motives, if I were you.

[phone ringing]

Not now.

Yes all right, put him through.

George Carter.

I hope you'll excuse this,

it appears to be urgent.

Yes, George.

Governor.

[moans]

I've got some bad news.

Yeah, I've been nobbled.

I don't get you.

What do you mean good?

It's not good, it's terrible.

Yeah, well,

that fellow that you bashed up,

he just bashed me up and scarpered.

Yeah, he fought like a maniac.

He was obviously terrified of going inside.

You don't know how right you are, George.

Your man's clean away.

Surprise, surprise.

I told you not to underestimate friend Jenkins.

Well, must be away.

Cabinet briefing.

Thanks awfully for all your help.

It all turned out rather well really, didn't it?

[Jack] Major?

Yeah?

What would've happened if I nicked him all in the act,

on an earlier job?

Nothing much.

Jenkins might have felt a tiny bit unloved,

might even have appeared at the old Bailiff

with some cock and bull story

about working for the Government.

But who would have believed

the discredited ex-policeman, eh?

Must go.

Tuudle pip!

Bastard.

[Mellow Sweeney Theme]

Resync and corrections By Chuck