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Resync By Chuck

Kung Fu is the most ancient art of self defense,

it is a result of trial and error

and the systemizing of organized idea.

Through the philosophy of Kung Fu,

it's possible to resist the mightiest of forces

and beat them for Kung Fu is a philosophy,

it's aim is to use the strength

of your opponent to break him.

Have you been listenin' to this?

Yeah, yeah I'm listenin'.

There are five main movements based on the elements

of earth, water, wood, fire and coal.

Fire and what?

The chief characteristics of the wood form

is never to let ones right hand

know what the left hand is doing,

in this way the opponent is caught off balance

and although he may recover,

using these techniques he can be deceived again.

Well what happens if the opponent

uses the same techniques?

Well, as the master says "Like does not fight like."

Conflict only arises when there is a difference

in philosophy.

What?

Such as between us and the Metropolitan Police?

Yeah, I think the master would agree with that.

Kibber, Oates, stand by your bunks.

Right, routine search.

[Kibber] What do you mean, routine search?

Just a routine search, Kibber.

We've been here nine years, never had a routine search.

Come on, Kibber, we've got nothin' to hide,

we're due out of here in couple of days.

What's this?

Did you set this up?

I don't know what you're talkin' about, Colly.

One minute we're reading "Kung Fu"--

Kibber!

You've grassed on me!

Nah.

[Officer] Leave him!

Kibber, is this your writing, Kibber?

I mean, what's all these numbers mean?

8 a.m., VP's milk truck.

You bastard!

Remember the elements, Colly,

fire, wood, water and coal.

Oates, you better come with us for your own protection.

I have notes!

I'll stitch you up!

You bastard!

[The Sweeney Theme]

[knock at door]

Come in.

All right, guv'nor.

What do you want?

This for Haskins.

He's at the target conference.

He's not, I've just come from there.

Well in that case,

stand there and if he comes up the corridor--

Then what?

Well just gimme the nod, right?

Er, you're not turning over

your own guv'nor, are you, guv'nor?

No, I'm merely looking for my annual report.

I thought AQR's were confidential?

For detective chief inspectors and above.

Yes, sergeant, they are.

But every spring, 5,000 officers

break in to their guv'nors office

and raid the contents of his desk

tryna find out what he's written about him.

Now I know that might sound like a fruitless exercise

but when you reach detective inspector,

you'll be doin' it too.

Yes, 'guv.

Who's the new target?

Colly Kibber.

Word is that seven days after his release,

he's gonna make a million quid.

Pull the other one, it's got bells on.

He was a heavyweight in the 60s.

That's before my time, 'guv.

Yeah.

Well you know about heavyweights, don't ya?

They never come back.

I do believe the bastards put it in this safe.

[George] C11 seem to think they've got a case.

Yeah, well, if C11 have got any evidence,

they should nick him.

If they haven't, putting 200 men on his tail

is only gonna warn him off.

What is needed is not overkill

but straight forward detection.

It's in the typing pool.

Detective Inspector Regan continues to get results

but undoes much of this good will

by continually questioning the decision

of superior officers.

All half truths and distortion.

[George] Kibber, released 10 o'clock.

Boarded London train 11:30, destination Waterloo, stop.

Met by chauffer car and driven, stop.

Oscar 3 in tow.

And we're in tow, Oscar 3, off.

[inquisitive funky mellow groovy music]

[laughs] Bet you wouldn't recognize it now,

all plate grass and one way,

things have changed a lot since you went away, Mr. Kibber.

-[car horn beeps] -[tires screech]

Your driving hasn't changed though, has it, Todd?

RE target conference,

watch commenced outside Kibbers house,

Saturday 16th, one p.m.

Home Office permission granted RE telephone intercept,

authority obtained to use flat seven, Redrose House

for photographic surveillance.

Can you manage that?

Sergeant.

Where's your guv'nor?

He's at the Old Bailey, sir.

He's asked me stand in for him.

Very good.

I was just briefing these gentlemen here

about information we've received on Kibber.

The first item comes from Chief Superintendent Duller,

a present liaison officer at the Home Office.

It's a piece of paper found in Kibbers prison overalls

while they were being dry cleaned.

[doorbell rings]

Colly.

I thought you were comin' tomorrow.

No, I was old enough this morning.

That makes it difficult, my fellas still here.

Well he'd better be gone then.

Hello, who's this?

It's Annie.

Is that daddy?

I'll tell him he best be gone.

You must be nine by now.

Nearly 10.

What're you gonna be when you grow up?

A social worker.

He says give him five minutes.

How longs he been here?

Not long.

It's nothing special, Colly.

I've changed my mind,

I want you and the girl out of here by tomorrow morning,

do you understand?

And I don't wanna see you back here,

not 'till I'm gone.

Well, how long will that be?

Hmm?

Not long.

Hello, Morris?

It's Colly.

Well we did have TV in there, we weren't exactly cut off.

Look, what I want is an accountant, a brief

and some sort of female companionship, in that order.

No, no, tomorrow'll do.

And Oates, remember the guy with the big mouth?

I want you to find him for me.

[George] The piece of paper was torn out a prison notepad.

The first line is max two million/five mil dollars

and underneath it, 5000,00.

They left out a zero.

No, I think it represents 500,000.

Anyway, then come the words suspense AC?

2/3 followed by not after the 21st

as T increases by one hour.

And that's followed by two millions?

And all this was in Kibbers handwriting?

[George] Yeah.

This is page 10, what happened to the other nine?

I can't answer that one, guv'nor.

What was the name of Kibbers cell mate?

The one who made the statement?

Oates.

Claytus Oates?

Yeah, do you know him?

A much underrated fellow.

Got an IQ of 160.

What about this suspense AC?

Well, in Oates's statement,

he reckons that suspense means

the suspension bridge at Hammersmith,

T being the tide which is one hour later after the 21st.

The likely story.

A suspense account is something you get in banks,

there can millions in it.

Is that right, 'guv?

Yes it is, George.

Now this next piece was found in Kibbers cell.

Who found this one?

Screws, on a routine search.

That's what caused the upset.

What upset?

Kibber thought that Oates had grassed on him,

nearly killed him.

All right, let's see it.

8 a.m. B pays milk bill,

8:45, B leaves for bank,

8:50, girl to school,

9:10, take son to play group,

11 o'clock, fish van,

12:45, M to play group again, returns with child.

Now, there's one deduction I drew from all these notes,

pays milk bill, 11 o'clock, fish van.

An educated guess, I would say it was a Friday.

And when does the 21st fall on a Friday?

Five days from now.

Check and see how many fish vans there are in London,

can't be that many,

and see if we can somehow locate this house,

also, send a man up to interview Oates.

He was released yesterday.

Have we got an address?

[people chatting]

Mr. Oates, please.

Room 1274.

Thanks.

May I share your lift?

Why not?

Just get in?

Uh-huh, from New York, Jesus, it's a long trip sometimes.

Oh here, no, no, no, no, let me carry that.

There we go.

There we are.

[Woman] Thank you.

Pleasure.

Would you like some coffee?

I'm havin' a whole load set up.

Just give me five minutes.

Okay.

[Oates] Mr. Regan?

How are you, Titus?

You never came to see me, Mr. Regan.

You never even inquired after my health.

Yeah, well I am now.

I hear you're the geezer that grassed on Kibber

and lived to tell the tale.

Oh, I made a statement yes

but if the case to court I shall naturally deny everything.

Yeah, well never mind,

we got 200 police men on his tail now,

so you don't have to worry.

Oh, I am relieved the hear that.

In your statement you said you overhead Kibber

talkin' in his sleep.

Well, I could hardly do otherwise.

About bullion robberies and suspension bridges

and the time of tides.

Mm, I did say that, yes.

Everything that was on page 10 of the notebook.

What about the other nine pages?

Or didn't Kibber have a dream about those?

Mr. Regan, you're being unfair.

Supposing, Titus,

that that piece of paper the screws found

was yours and by fingering Kibber,

you get half the British police force chasing the wrong man.

[sniggers] A finger job?

My dear fellow,

I'd hardly be hold up here if that was the case.

I don't know,

for a padded cell,

it doesn't seem to bad to me.

[door opens]

Mmm.

You know, you disappoint me, Mr. Regan.

Here am I, fleeing from refuge to refuge

while Kibber's wrath rages, still,

I'm extremely grateful at you paying the civility to pop in,

not withstanding.

I haven't spoken to a human being for a week.

Oh, there's another gentleman to see you, sir.

Another?

A Mr. Rain, sir, from the Home Office prison unit.

Ah, Rain stops play.

Still the same old Titus.

Yes, I never could resist it.

You're too clever by half.

Nevermind, send him up, we'll have a party.

Mr. Regan, please.

I've just been released on parole,

I would not like him to see

that I've already started mixing with characters

like yourself.

You cheeky sod!

Ah, Mr. Oates.

My name is Rain's, I'm a member of the prison unit.

I have here a list of hotels which you might find useful,

the address of the local job center

and information regarding social security.

I'm not Oates, that is Mr. Oates.

It won't take long, father.

All right, my son, I'll be back shortly.

[knock at door]

Do you want some coffee?

Mmm, no.

What do you want?

I want you to get in to bed with me.

Gimme five minutes.

[knock at door]

[George] Monday the 18th, nine a.m.,

subject collected by brunette driving Harvest Gold MGB,

HOO 8N, registered keeper shown as Mrs. Linset,

6 Ladbrook Gardens, West 11.

No trace local collators office, no trace CRO,

believed call girl.

2:30, subject visited National Provincial Bank,

Temple Bar, seen to go to foreign desk.

Inquires in hand through chief security office

RE details of transaction,

details on separate sheet.

7:30, subject returned home again in MGB,

two girls in tow, Mrs. Linset and A, another.

They got a camera up there, I'm sure of it.

Then why don't you close the curtains?

Because I don't wanna give 'em that satisfaction.

You're not oggling at those bastards anyway.

Come here.

[camera shutter clicks] :O !!

[Water Splashing]

Okay lads, stand back.

You shall go to the ball.

What's the news about Oates?

I've arranged to have the quarry dragged.

You don't think he was in that car, do you?

He hired it.

I assume from these photographs,

Mrs. Kibber has left the house.

[George] Yeah, gone to mums.

[Jack] A wise move.

What about your lady?

Which one?

The one at the hotel.

Think she was a plant?

No.

Did you ask her to phone you before she checked out?

Yeah.

Did she?

What's about Reynes?

I'm beginnin' to think he doesn't exist.

[Jack] He does, that's him.

[George] Where was that taken?

Outside Kibbers, the 18th.

Do you want him picked up?

If you can find him.

Don't take it out on me, guv'nor.

You think if I hadn't of gone back to see that bird,

Oates would still be alive and helpin' you

with your inquires.

Well since you asked me, yes.

Well I've given you my opinion,

Oates is not dead, he's a done a bunk.

Furthermore, he's involved with Kibber

right up to his neck, that picture says so.

All that picture says is the Reynes works for Kibber

and he put Oates in the hole.

Let's just agree to differ, all right, guv'nor.

[Mr. Finch] You know we're being followed?

[Kibber] Yeah.

Well, doesn't it get on your nerves?

Game is not to let it show.

We get out here.

Fire, wood and water, remember?

This is Mr. Finch, Titus, he's in charge of the banking

side of the operation,

I thought you should meet each other.

We're very pleased with you.

I didn't think it was necessary to meet at this stage.

We'd like to know your face in case anything goes wrong.

What about the passport?

Yes, I've got it here.

It's a good likeness.

Yes, well don't forget to sign it.

With my name.

I still don't understand why you want a passport

with his photo and your name.

The art of deception, old boy.

It won us the last war, you know.

You were a conscientious objector.

Yeah.

Is there anything else?

Yeah, Horris is losin' his bottle again,

I have to talk to him.

Well that's gonna be difficult,

I've got half a squad camped outside my door.

That's what I told him.

Well then you talk to him.

He won't listen to me.

I thought that was the whole point of the dodge,

that I take the stick,

leavin' you free to organize?

Well, I have organized everything except Horris.

Poor Horris, he's primed, he's been rehearsed,

he's been wound up like a clock work rabbit,

all he wants is a bit of reassurance,

a word from the captain before the team takes the field.

You know what you're askin' me to do,

you're askin' me to take a hell of a gamble.

That's the name of the game isn't it, Colly?

Anyway, it's too late to replace him.

[Kibber] What about Finch?

Not me.

I can't handle a man like Reynes.

You can do whatever you like,

my job is behind a desk.

It's strange, isn't it?

So often creatures without backbones

have the hardest shells.

Okay, I'll talk to him.

Have to be some sort of diversion

to get me clear of the house.

Do you want me to work on it?

No.

No, I'll think of something,

I don't wanna see you until we're on the other side

of the Atlantic.

There's your driver.

With two of Kilburn's finest.

Drop Finch at a tube and then get rid of this car

as soon as you're through.

Yeah.

Oh, er, good luck, Colly.

You just carry out your part of the caper

and we won't need the luck.

What's the matter, Tom?

We've got some agro here, with the local bill.

Get in and start the motor.

Er, excuse me sir, is this your car?

Yeah.

Could I see your driving license, sir?

No.

And furthermore, you can't pick me up,

I'm a squad target, they're tailin' me.

Erm, you can see them over there,

they're in that Cortina.

Er, would you mind waiting here a moment, sir,

while I verify that fact?

Take it away, Tom.

[Officer] Hey you, stop!

It's nice to have friends.

Sergeant Carter, what progress of the squad to report?

Well sir, we traced the route of the fish vans on Friday,

there are less than six of them workin' in the area.

Hold on.

Look.

We've circled the areas where the garbage is collected

on a Friday morning before 9 a.m.,

that gives us one intersection here,

that no mans land beyond Staines.

I've now got men checkin' the play groups

to see if anybody living there works in a bank,

presumably owns a car and has a wife and two children.

What about Kibber?

Well he made his usual rounds, had the usual callers.

The details, sergeant?

Well the visits have all been logged, sir.

Oh, it's the usual rogues gallery,

we've had our photographers workin' full time.

Yes, I've seen some of the photographs.

Yeah, well in the evenings, he has his girlfriends.

He seems partial to them in pairs.

Yes, sergeant.

But nevertheless, I feel that a rather unnecessary amount

of film is being devoted to this particular aspect

of his activities.

[men chuckle]

He always leaves his curtains open,

it's as if he was putting on a show.

In your opinion, sergeant Carter,

should we call off the surveillance on Kibber?

No, sir, no.

What about Mr. Regan?

Well, you'll have to ask him that, sir.

Why does he never deign to come here?

Well, he's got that case at the Old Bailey

and Degg knows the day-to-day running of the squad.

I thought that should be your job.

And of course, he's pursuing a few of his own inquires

and well it's just the way my guv'nor works,

he doesn't like to be...

Part of a team?

Team?

No, we're all part of a team here, aren't we?

We're the greatest crime fighting unit in the world,

it's just that, well,

my guv'nor believes that operations

like these are counter productive.

Operating in such a large force,

well, we show our hand,

giving the initiative to the other side.

Well, let's hope events prove him wrong.

Yes.

[tires screeching]

[suspenseful spacey melodic electronic music]

I think it's time you took your clothes off.

Take your time.

[Cigarette Slur "Clothes"] [camera shutter clicks]

I've got it.

Mmmm.

[suspenseful spacey melodic electronic music]

I've got it.

What're you doing?

I'm going.

What about me?

Here.

Colly, before you go--

Here, take this.

Jesus, Colly.

And remember, we were here all night making love,

all night, remember?

[men struggle]

[glass smashes]

[woman screams]

Squad office, duty officer speaking.

What?

[upbeat rock/jazz/funk music]

-[car tires screech] -[police sirens wailing]

[car tires screech]

[police sirens wailing]

What's the matter, son?

You got doubts?

Something bugging you?

I understand how you feel, I'm going--

I'm going through the same anxieties,

I work out the permutations,

even when they come out right,

I get this nagging feeling in the back of my head.

I'm worried about you going to America.

You're worried about me goin' to America?

What, you think I won't come back?

You don't trust me?

You want someone else to go in my place?

All right, just as an example,

you give me the name of one person that you would trust,

that I would trust and all the rest of the team would trust

to go to the States and pick up that money.

Not easy.

You've got the easy job, if you know what I mean.

But someones gotta go to that bank in Manhattan

and finish that money.

Someone very cool and collected.

After you, Horris, I'm not puttin' any pressure on ya.

Okay, I'm sorry,

good luck.

You're the best, Horris,

that's why you were selected,

you remember that.

Okay, let's get the hell out of here.

Careful, Mr. Kibber.

There's blood and teeth all over the floor,

poor old Toby's weepin',

they smashed all his lenses.

Dave's in hospital and White's downstairs with concussion.

Wasn't White on watch outside Kibber's place?

Well yes, guv'nor but he heard the call

and since he was closest--

Where's Kibber?

Shall we go and knock him up?

See if he's still there?

I think you should knock up

Detective Superintendent Boothroyd.

I thought that was your job, guv'nor.

You know, explain what happened.

How many arrests have you made?

Three.

Get him on the charge sheet

and then a get a search warrant for Kibber's place,

meet me outside his house at six.

[doorbell rings]

Where's Kibber?

He's gone.

Yeah, that's the one.

Back up a bit.

[inquisitive suspenseful smooth jazz music]

[knock at door]

Excuse me love, I'm a police officer.

Could I use your phone?

It's rather urgent.

Oh, I thought you must be up to somethin'.

It's er, just over there on the wall.

Oh, thank you very much.

Ah, Mrs. Bradshaw?

Hello, my names Detective Sergeant Carter

from Scotland Yard, I--

[phone disconnects]

Oh.

If at first you don't succeed.

Thank you very much.

Mrs. Bradshaw?

It's me again, Sergeant Carter.

I was just wondering,

when would it be convenient to see your husband?

Six o'clock, right, thank you, madam.

Yes, I do appreciate that,

I was married once myself.

What's she like, this Mrs. Bradshaw?

What?

Well I presume you do know her, Mrs.?

Smedley.

Isn't it a bit unusual for her to lock her door?

To not accept any calls?

[Mrs. Smedley] No.

Oh, well how would you describe her then?

Well, she's something of an extrovert.

She and her husband have rather got the reputation

round here for being swingers.

Swingers, round here?

Oh, they go all over the place.

Mind you, that is only what I've heard.

No first hand knowledge?

No.

I don't go to team games myself.

Where's your husband?

He's at the office.

What does he do?

He's in insurance.

And Mr. Bradshaw, what does he do?

Well, he's at the bank.

Are they mates?

Of a sort.

He drives Todd in to the city each day,

Todd lost his license.

So, we don't get out much.

Did he drive him there this morning?

Yeah.

Got two cars, have they?

No.

Well, what's the BMW doing in the drive?

They don't have BMW, he only has a Mini.

Oh, yeah, computer bureau please.

Yeah, DS Carter, flying squad.

Look, can you check a maroon BMW, whiskey, papa, papa,

four, five, eight, Juliet.

Yeah.

Do you know what bank he works for?

Nope but my husband would.

What's she done?

Mrs. Bradshaw?

Oh, nothing, we're tryna help her, she sounded frightened.

So would you be if you were tryna have it off

with one of your friends and a police man

knocked at the door.

Is that what you thinks goin' on?

Well, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah?

Oh, I see, thank you.

Can I see upstairs?

It's just joinin' the masons all over again.

[phone ringing]

Regan?

Guv'nor?

I've called at the Bar Head Road address,

a Mrs. Bradshaw.

Well, she won't come to the door,

I've talked to her on the phone, she sounds nervous.

Well, local speculation is she's in bed with her lover.

And what do you think?

Well, there's a stolen BMW in the driveway,

it was nicked from West Hendon, nine o'clock this morning.

Where's the husband?

[George] He works in a bank.

[door buzzer buzzes]

[knock at door]

Come in.

Detective Inspector Regan is it?

I take it you've already met our chief security officer?

He wants to interview Mr. Bradshaw.

He's not in any trouble, is he?

Not with the law sir.

Well I'm sure that Murray can take you to him.

[Murray] He's not in his office, sir.

Well maybe he's still out to lunch.

It's his turn to host the club bar today, sir.

Oh.

With your permission, sir,

I'd like to search the building.

Very good, Murray.

Er, if you've got a moment, sir,

I'd like to ask you some questions about Bradshaw,

thank you.

I mean, what is his job here?

Bradshaw?

Oh, he's in foreign settlements, has a bright future.

Supposing pressure was to be put on him.

Pressure?

Such as the kidnapping of his wife and children.

I beg your pardon?

It's our belief that Mrs. Bradshaw

has been under observation for some weeks

by men we consider to be dangerous criminals.

Today, she locked herself in the house, drew all the blinds

and is reluctant to answer the telephone.

Now all this could just be coincidences but,

well that's why I'd like to speak to her husband.

[bell ringing]

That bell indicates the end of our trading for the week.

I presume your worst fears have not been realized.

I mean, any attempt at extortion would of happened by now,

would it not?

I must say, you chaps are red hot

once you get the bit between your teeth.

No, thank you, sir.

[knock at door]

Yes?

Did you find him?

Connors did, sir.

[Man] What?

Well is anything the matter?

He's in a state of shock.

Hello, Bill, it's Jack Regan.

Listen, give me everything you can spare,

seal off the area and keep George Carter informed

of what's goin' on.

Sit down my dear boy, I'll get you a brandy.

Oh, by the way, this is Inspector Regan of Scotland Yard,

he's been very concerned about you.

It's too late.

No, no.

Look, Mr. Bradshaw,

we've got a good idea of what's goin' on.

Tanya.

Is she in danger?

Do you want us to phone her?

No!

Not yet.

What time does your daughter get back from school?

I mean, we should call the school, Mr. Bradshaw.

I've already done that.

Oh, thank you, sir.

When did you get the phone call?

Erm, about 11.

What do they want?

They wanted me to send a telex to New York

at two o'clock this afternoon precisely.

What was the content of that telex?

It's on file.

Please, Mr. Bradshaw, do your best to remember.

To NYSB, BB, test code, 367214476,

please pay to the instructions of Mr. Kibber

on 22nd October, 1976,

the sum of $2 million, in figures, $2 million

on production of his UK passport number 9356472,

signed Mercbank.

But you didn't have the fixed key

to the New York State Bank.

It was easy, I simply went in and asked Wishatt for it.

The test code was already in my keeping,

all I had to do was go down to the telex and send it myself.

Telephone New York, tell them to withhold payment.

It was sent at two p.m.

What time do the banks open?

9:30 their time, it's 10 o'clock now.

Well, they're away aren't they?

Is it that easy?

[upbeat disco-y music]

[Man Over Radio] --Standby.

[tires screeching]

Just stay in the car, Mr. Bradshaw.

But my wife--

Stay in the car!

Regan.

-Regan, what's the situation? -Sir, er,

the assistant commissioners on the phone,

do you wanna speak to him?

[Boothroyd groans]

What a right mess I've made.

Yeah, two million I heard.

I still can't believe it.

What we gonna do about this lot?

Well the BMW's still there.

Yeah.

Let's get at 'em before the TV arrive

and turn it in to a freak show.

Yes sir, of course, sir,

we'll try and avoid it, I shall get on the blower

and try and talk them out.

Who was that?

He's the boss.

I thought he was the boss.

No, he's the guv'nor.

Oh.

Yes, sir, I'll keep in touch.

That was the assistant commissioner.

[phone ringing]

Oh, excuse me.

Who is that?

Hello, mum.

She lives here.

He's been in touch when you--

The police are 'ere.

No, I'll, I'll call you back, bye.

He's been in touch from New York.

Someone walked out of the bank with $2 million.

In fact, the officers insisted on escorting him

as far as his car but it wasn't Kibber.

Kibber was positively identified getting on the Miami plane.

Well, if it wasn't Kibber, who--

From the description, it sounds like Titus Oates.

I think we've been sold a very good dummy.

What're you doing about my wife?

Er, I was just going to put a call through, sir,

if you'd dial the number.

I shall ask them to get in to their BMW,

drive down the hill, switch off the engine

and throw away the ignition key.

Thank you, sir.

Hello?

I am Detective Chief Superintendent Boothroyd,

I wish to speak to the leader of the men

who are holding you prison, Mrs. Bradshaw.

What did you say?

When?

Why did you not notify us earlier, Mrs. Bradshaw?

Here's your husband, Mrs. Bradshaw.

Darling?

Lunch time.

They just walked out.

Said they had the daughter,

told Mrs. Bradshaw to stay put 'till she came home.

The BMW's still in the drive.

All part of the cover,

they knew we wouldn't rush them.

We've been done.

[Mr. Bradshaw] You all right?

[Girl] Hi, daddy.

Massive defeat for the forces of law and order,

wouldn't you say, 'guv?

Still, you can't win 'em all.

Too true, son, too true.

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where news comes first.

[Radio News Reporter] And a newsflash from LBC,

news is just coming in about a wedge snatch in the city,

in which thieves are reported to of got away

with over 100,000 pounds.

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