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Resync And Corrections By Chuck

[woman laughing]

Governor, behind you, quick!

[groaning]

[Jack] Detective Inspector Regan, Flying Squad,

you're nicked.

Very sexy, who did he say his name was?

The Sweeney Theme

He was here the other week.

I had a meeting with a colleague

and this fella believed that turf accountants were gamblers.

Presumably because they make their money from gamblers.

Foolish.

If Colonel Rosier had been present,

he would've pointed out, much more succinctly than I,

but it is precisely because they're not gamblers

that we find them so distasteful.

Am I right Colonel?

Don't like them, never liked them.

Thank you my dear, delicious.

You see far more of gamblers,

people who make wonderful wine are gamblers,

they gamble with the weather.

Damned expensive now, wine.

I mean, you don't gamble when you

make lemonade now, do you?

I always say a little bit of chance makes life exciting.

Thank you, dear.

Mm, bloody good.

-Joe. -But it's a bloody good wine.

Now, I'm going to put on the souffle.

Oh, delicious, Marcia.

[Colonel] Not sure I've got the room.

[Marcia] You will have by the time it's ready.

If you'll excuse me.

Somewhere in the cellar is a bottle of 1947 Sauternes,

which I've been keeping for just this occasion.

If only I can find it.

Excellent fellow.

Joe, you must watch your language.

It was a bloody good wine!

-Ta. -[ominous music]

[Man On PA] At Chepstow, 7/4, number three, Bit of Gold.

3/1, number six, Cargo Lass, 4/1, number five, Awesome Fred,

9/2, number eight, Terry's Friend.

5/1, number nine, Polly's Post, 16/1, number 11.

[engine revving]

Against the post at Wolverhampton.

Show at Chepstow, 6/4, number three, Bit of Gold.

7/2, Bark.

Show at Wolverhampton, 13/8, number six, Cool King.

7/2, number three.

[door opens]

4/1, Number one, The Proprietor, 5/1, number 11--

Hold it!

Don't touch those telephones!

I said, don't move.

Stand up!

[uptempo ominous jarruing music]

Okay lads.

[lady groans]

Get out of my way, God damn you!

-[thudding] -[lady groaning]

[sighs] Well, I've looked everywhere for that 1947,

and all I could find was this instead.

[Colonel] Not to worry, old boy.

-It's a 1945. -What?

A 1945, is that no good?

It's a Chateau d'Yquem.

1945?

My God, so it is.

Do you know, my dear, I've never ever had this year.

-Is it all right? -All right?

My dear boy, it's one of the three great years

of the century.

Oh, you really had me worried there for a moment.

[Mrs. Rosier] Oh, my dear, how magnificent.

My dear boy, where on Earth did you get this?

Well Colonel, if you really want to know,

it fell off the back of a lorry.

Fell off the back...

Back of...

Oh. [chuckles]

You mean you. [both laughing]

[light music] [chatter]

-Hello. -Inspector Regan.

Have we met before?

No.

How did you know what I looked like?

I saw your photograph in the newspaper.

You look younger than I thought you'd be.

I'm no spring chicken, darling.

Neither am I.

Well come on then, what's this information

you phoned about?

How old are you?

[laughs]

You haven't got any information for me at all, have you?

What do you mean?

What's your name, love?

I don't mean your real name, of course.

What name would you like to give?

I'm Jack, how about Jill?

Are you suggesting that I've pretended to have information

for you just in order to meet you?

Yes.

You really fancy yourself, Inspector, don't you?

Nope.

Are you suggesting that I'm some kind of

Flying Squad groupie?

-Yeah. -[laughs]

Do you get many of them?

Yeah, less than our fair share.

And this is the way they normally approach you?

Yep.

The young or older?

Look, I'll get us another drink, then I have to go.

-Vodka? -Mm.

Large vodka and tonic, large Scotch.

[Barman] A pound, 14.

You seen that one before?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Carole.

Ah, Carole, I like it.

Cheers, Carole.

With or without an E?

What?

Oh, um, with.

You know, I bet you tried 20 names

while I was getting these drinks.

-What do you-- -What is it, love?

Having trouble with your boyfriend?

No.

Someone at work you don't like?

-No, no. -What is your work?

-Well, I'm-- -You don't work, you married?

-Please, I-- -Oh, come on.

Come on, you're out in the middle of the day,

you're not exactly dressed for armature winding, are you?

So you can't creep off in the evening, what does he do?

You're wrong, you're completely wrong, I just...

I have to go.

It's all right, it's all right, I'll cut the chop.

Just relax.

We have to be careful in our job, you know, that's all.

I won't bite you.

Now then, what did you wanna see me about?

You were right the first time.

I mean about my having information.

Wouldn't it be nice if that were true.

Would it?

Look, Carole, let's not muck about.

You're a sexy, suburban housewife on the make,

and I'm a hard working copper.

Now, you might just have had some information for me,

which you could've picked up anywhere,

but I'm also not a saint and I might just fancy you.

I gathered that.

A little bit of pleasure and a little bit of work

can go together.

If they didn't, half the bloody offices

in the country would be empty.

The robots finally would inherit the Earth.

You've got it all worked out, haven't you?

You're a nice, warm lady.

So what are you trying to prove?

So, I've got to be hard to get a hearing.

What was that?

I've got some names for you.

I understand you pay for that kind of information.

What, money?

No, not money.

Why don't you give me these so-called names first?

Uh-uh.

You in a hurry, Jack?

Well that all depends.

You think we have time?

Before we go.

Yeah.

There you go, governor, full house, aces on the roof.

Well don't look so surprised, they're all contenders.

Do you mind telling me something?

You done a deal with someone?

What you getting at, George?

I'm not quite as daft as I look.

That is good news.

Now, look, you've put five good'uns in the frame, right?

-After the job. -[Jack groans]

No, no, hang about.

If your snout had the names, why didn't you get them

before the blag so we could nick them at them?

I mean, what's to stop me thinking you got one of them

to do the rolls for the insurance?

No way George, I was just lucky.

[George] Oh yeah?

Well anyway, there's the dope of Bennets, Roach

and the Jones brothers.

Oh, and now this Evans, you sure his name was Phil?

Yeah.

Well in that case, five years ago,

a fella called Charlie Reed changed his name by deed pole

to Peter Phillip Edmunds after doing a full

seven-year stretch for malicious wounding.

Three kids in a club apparently attacked his girlfriend.

He had them held while he sliced them up, all by himself.

Now, he's not just a jealous lover either,

he was a known associate of the Walton gang,

but since they've been inside, which is a few years now,

he's been as clean as a whistle.

What else?

Well, there's a load of cloth fibers from the fingernails

of the old lady who was injured.

One of them ran into her.

What about her description?

Well it hardly fits Bennets or Roach,

and it's certainly to the Jones brothers.

What about this Peter Phillip Edmunds?

You tell me.

Get the team tilled up, George.

[slow ominous music]

Okay, Operation Ladybird, 30 seconds.

[Man On Radio] Roger, Romeo Victor two.

I've got a good feeling about this one.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

You spend months slouching around,

drinking with social vermin,

mortgage in your liver for a pension,

but every now and then I feel I really deserve it

when something nice, clean and unexpected lands in me lap.

Like a ripe apple.

[Man On Radio] Romeo Victor two, we're in the stalls, guv.

Okay, let's go.

[uptempo music]

[knocking on door]

[Edmunds] I don't understand, there must be some mistake.

[Jack] You, start upstairs, that includes the attic.

Then help George in the garage and cellars.

Yes, well I mean, isn't one supposed to be able

to call a solicitor or something?

[Jack] Take him and get him dressed.

[Edmunds] This is absolutely outrageous.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

He's doing it a bit well.

[Jack] Yeah, too well.

I'll go and have a look at the cellar.

-[knocking on door] -Who's in there?

-[knocking on door] -Police, open up.

Oi, make a note of the clothes his putting on as well,

we want fiber samples from everything.

-[knocking on door] -Open up!

You lied, you are his wife.

I didn't think--

You didn't think, bitch!

Ah, I should've seen it coming a mile away.

Jack, please--

Listen, if you've stitched me up, Carole,

Marcia, whatever you call yourself.

Everything I said was true, about the robbery I mean,

I only lied to you about--

I was bound to find out, why lie?

Will it come up?

Will what come up?

About us, the fact that we--

The fact that we what?

Does he know?

About us?

No, no, no, no, what do you think the old man will do

if he ever finds out you grassed on him?

I think he would kill me.

Yeah, yeah, I think he might.

He never will find out, Jack, not from me.

Please, believe me.

Well, that's just it, I did believe you.

I believed he did that blag.

He did do it, I know he did!

That's what you keep saying,

but if I don't turn something up against him,

he's gonna be back in this house in next to no time!

I mean, what do you think is going on in his head right now?

The same thing they all think about every time,

who informed?

He'd never guess!

It's nothing to do with guessing.

Look, I don't know if he planned the job,

if he actually did it, but one thing I do know

is when they plan a job, they concentrate on the possibility

that somebody just might grass on them.

Now, he could've had a water-tight operation.

Does he know that you knew about the job?

Yes, of course.

-Christ! -[knocking on door]

-Governor? -You stay here.

Bennets has been in Spain for a month with Roach,

and a week ago, the Jones brothers went

to the Republic of Ireland to have a holiday with relatives.

No bodies.

Did they find anything?

Nah, still looking.

What about the wife, she give anything away?

Not yet, no.

What do I do now then?

Get onto the local nick by that hospital,

get onto the doctors and arrange an ID parade

with the old lady as soon as possible.

We'll go straight there if necessary.

[chuckles]

I'm beginning to feel like I've just been made

idiot of the year.

[Marcia] Why, what's just happened?

Why, what should've happened?

[Marcia] Well I don't know.

Are you married to him or aren't you?

-Yes. -For how long?

Five years.

And now you wanna get him put inside

for the last good years of his life.

You don't believe me.

You think I'm making it all up just to get rid of him.

Or me.

You really think that I could do a thing like that?

You do, don't you?

I don't know.

But I'm a copper, I'm not supposed to let feelings

affect my work, so I don't care.

[chatter]

I'm absolutely flabbergasted.

How do you know Mick Roach?

Same way as I know Brian.

They both worked for me, did good work.

In your little building firm?

Yes, they worked for me for years.

They have, have they?

Yes.

Well how is it then that both of them, just now,

have finished telling us a completely different story?

About a little job they've pulled,

and they gave you all the credit.

Well where are they, can I talk to them?

Here, do you want me to go and get them, guv?

Hold on.

Well couldn't I talk to them?

I'm sure the whole business can be completely cleared up.

Edmunds, your little act is getting on my nerves.

I wish I knew how I could help.

All right, tell us Edmunds!

Where were you last Friday between 2:00 p.m. and 2:15 p.m.?

-My God. -Answer me!

What day?

I don't know.

(stammers)

What time did you say?

Between 2:00 p.m. and 2:15 p.m.

2:00 p.m. and 2:15 p.m?

You heard!

2:00 p.m. and 2:15 p.m.

Was that the, um, what day, um, Friday, Thursday?

Friday.

2:00 and 2:15, 2:00 and 2:15.

If only you'd give me time.

I drove to Cambridge.

What for?

No, no not that day.

Um, I'm sorry, I am trying.

-Take your time. -Thank you.

My mind's gone a complete blank.

He's a pro this one, I tell you.

He's in there talking 19 to the dozen and saying nothing.

No alibi, it's all blue eyes and total innocence.

No alibi?

Well he'll dream one up, I've had this kind before.

Turn up anything at the house?

Yeah, a shotgun, for shooting ducks.

The boys are still turning the place over.

[Haskins] So it's just the one positive ID?

Correct.

Oh, uh, you'll let me know when you want

to extradite Bennets and Roach from that yacht club

on the Costa del Sol?

Inspector, I've got it, I think.

Well, give it to us then, please.

You did say between 2:00 p.m. and 2:15 p.m. last Friday?

Yes.

In that case, I know exactly where I was.

-You do? -Yes, I do.

Preposterous, absolutely preposterous.

He's only trying to do his job, Colonel.

Insinuating that my wife is capable of dishonesty.

I'm sorry, sir, that's not what I meant.

You know, the reason I remember so well what we ate,

is that Marcia's such a beautiful cook.

I'm not under arrest, am I Inspector?

No, of course not.

In that case, I shall telephone my solicitor.

He happens to bloody well represent Edmunds too.

Joe, language.

Sorry.

[Mrs. Rosier] Where is poor Marcia at the moment?

Well somebody should be with her, perhaps I could go.

Well, I'd rather you didn't,

the house is still being searched.

Hello, Mr. Dewitt, please.

Since he came out of jail five years ago he's been clean.

Prison record excellent, company records all above board.

This Colonel Rosier is impeccable.

Military Cross, territorial,

he even served as a JP for a while

'til the pressure got too much.

His wife is equally reputable.

And against that, you've got an old lady's word.

A very old lady's word.

We've also got a bit of forensic,

the fibers from the old lady's fingernails.

Yeah, it's not positive though, is it Jack?

I also noticed that you haven't put in the informant's

report for the reward, who was it, Stickley?

-No. -Who then?

It was a girl called Carole.

It's a nom de plume, I take it?

-Yeah. -What's her real name?

Marcia Edmunds.

-Phillip Edmunds' wife? -Yes.

Is she gonna give evidence in court?

No, of course not.

[Haskins] I mean as an alibi witness.

No.

Well I hope you're not being taken for a ride, Jack.

[riding music]

How about this then.

Now, we've done something like it before.

Evans is a villain, right?

Okay, now the word's got around.

Bennets and Roach, they're in Spain,

they've been flown in and out just for the job.

Now they hear that we've got Edmunds

and they know he's the only one left behind

because they've heard, well we make sure they do hear,

that the Jones brothers have gone to Ireland.

So you fly out to Spain, you say to Bennets and Roach

we've got a case against Edmunds,

he's gonna turn Queen's evidence against the rest of you,

but we'd rather have him than you,

so why don't you sing a song instead.

First come, first served.

Yeah, something like that.

But you would definitely go to the Costa del Sol?

Yeah, I promise I'd sit in the shade.

While I'm trying her again, check over and see

that nothing obvious has been missed, eh?

Do you want me to have a go?

Being young and beautiful and all that.

George, I've had enough of your sparkling humor

for the day, do you mind?

How was Phillip?

[Jack] Brilliant.

He succeeded in convincing everyone who counts

that he's the soul of innocence.

He's very good at that.

Seems to run in the family.

What do you mean by that?

Look, Marcia, he might just have convinced me too.

I see.

You really do think I've lied to you, don't you?

Maybe.

Does that mean that you're going to let him go?

It's not down to me, he's been charged, love.

The remorseless machinery of justice has taken over.

[Marcia] Has he asked to see me yet?

As it happens, no.

-Not once? -No.

Do you think he suspects me?

If only you'd told me before who you were,

we could've worked out a perfect cover for you.

But, in a way, this couldn't be better.

I mean, it's perfectly natural for me to be visiting you.

Questioning you further.

And you're gonna have to visit him.

Act the part of the shattered wife or he will suspect you.

We could have got the information from anywhere.

I couldn't visit him.

-Well, you may not have to. -What do you mean?

Unless I can find a crack in his alibi,

I'm not gonna get him remanded in custody again.

In which case, he'll be here tomorrow morning

having his Cornflakes.

Yeah, and I'm gonna look more than incompetent

if he walks right out of my case.

At least we're united in the common fight against crime.

Even if both our personal motives stink.

Why did you shop him, sweetheart?

Was he giving you a hard time?

Another woman?

I wish I were dead.

Or did you just get bored with him, was that it?

The exciting bank robber turned out to be

just another dull monotonous husband?

Why are you trying to make me feel guilty?

I can't make you feel guilty.

But you're trying to make it worse for me, why, why, why?

I think you should quieten down.

I'll tell you why, you want to make me feel guilty

because you feel guilty yourself.

I feel guilty?

Yes, you!

You wanna make me feel bad about what I've done

to my husband because you feel bad about

what you've done to me.

Do you wanna make an official complaint?

No, I don't want to make an official complaint!

I wanna make an ordinary, unofficial complaint

from one human being to another.

For Christ sake, keep your voice down.

All right.

I became bored with Phillip.

After five years with him,

and his pettiness, his childishness, his possessiveness,

his double standards, I finally became bored with him.

And no doubt he became bored with me

before I became bored with him.

You lost interest in me overnight.

After playing me up, leading me on,

the moment you found I interfered with your precious

police purity you turned off like a tap.

That's why you feel guilty.

So don't try and soften things for yourself

by making them worse for me.

Okay, so we both feel guilty.

But so far, according to the law of the land,

your husband is innocent.

Which could be very bad news for you, Marcia.

So, how can we prove that he left that dining table,

went to that betting shop and did that job?

You don't have to worry.

I've even figured that one out for you as well.

It was a superb souffle, grand marnier.

Perfectly cooked, slightly moist in the center

with a heavenly crust on the top.

But Mr. Edmunds was out of the room

all the time it was cooking.

Damn it, man, he was in the cellar

digging out a bottle of 1945 Chateau d'Yquem.

And you both stayed at the dining table?

Marcia never likes to be helped in the kitchen.

Inspector, have you any idea what a 45 Chateau d'Yquem is?

A wine that's very hard to find?

Well Jack, you seem to have broken a cast-iron alibi.

I almost owe you an apology,

I was beginning to think you'd been made a fool of.

Almost an apology, eh, guv?

Well what do you want, a bottle of Champagne?

[phone ringing]

Regan.

Governor, listen, I've got a problem,

it might be a big one.

Well as long as it's not a 90 second souffle,

I think I can handle it.

That drive from the Edmunds house to the betting shop

and back, I've just been over it.

It can't be done in the time.

Say three minutes for him to come out, get into his car,

put on his false mustache and wig, change his jacket.

Wouldn't he do that at the other end?

Well it doesn't make any difference to the time, does it?

-Okay. -[car engine starts]

-Go. -[car revs]

[tires screech]

[uptempo bassy music]

10 minutes, 18 seconds, call it 10 minutes.

Allowing him to get there 15 minutes early,

10 minutes for the job.

The bastard!

Yeah, double that journey time, that makes it--

Eh, wait a minute, that one-way system

works in our favor on the way back.

Yeah, but there's that bad right-hand turn

against the traffic.

Well let's give it a try.

Okay, go.

You could've gone then, Bill!

How the hell was that slower?

How long was it?

12.52.

We lost 30 seconds at that turn, call it 12 minutes.

All right, so it's two, three minute sections

at either end for him to get his disguise on and off,

to get his gun and to change his jacket each time, right?

That's six minutes, plus 10 and 12 minutes for the driving.

28 minutes, we'll leave him 25 minutes for the job.

53 minutes.

Take off five minutes from the job itself,

give him only 10 minutes waiting time.

Now it's 43 minutes.

To take three minutes off even by driving fast,

it would mean he'd run the risk of getting nicked

for speeding, wouldn't he?

Which he might well have done but no jury would wear it.

Eight to 10 bleeding minutes.

That 45 minutes you said it took

for the souffle to be made.

That's already down in her sworn statement, is it?

Yeah.

Ah, that's a pity, aint it?

If she had just said 55, you'd be home and dry by now.

What do you mean I'd be home and dry?

What's that snide remark supposed to mean?

-Nothing. -It doesn't mean nothing!

You think Edmunds is innocent, don't you?

You think he never did do that job.

You think he never did batter that old lady.

Well if you think I'm having a go at Edmunds

for something else, you better come out with it

into the open, George.

Either put up or shut up!

[George sighs]

You mean we're gonna have a Grand Marnier souffle

mixed up and baked in court?

[Jack] It's not the souffle, guv, it's the time she says

it took to bake it.

-45 minutes, right? -Yes.

Look Jack, we all make mistakes,

now why don't you admit this woman made a fool of you.

I'll back you up if there's a complaint or an inquiry.

We know that Edmunds is guilty.

We've got positive eye witness identification.

The fibers from the old lady's fingernails

matched one of his jackets.

That jacket has also been identified

by several other eye witnesses.

The fibers are only similar,

as his counsel will point out very clearly to the jury.

But if we can prove that he could have been there

at the time of the robbery,

we're still gonna have a good case.

Which you have not proved here.

Well not yet, I need more time.

-You need less time. -Very funny.

How long have you known Marcia Edmunds?

Only a couple of weeks.

How did you meet her?

[Jack] She saw my name in the paper.

If I remember correctly, your name hasn't been

in the paper for some time.

It was an old edition, the London Airport job.

She liked my photo.

Jack, if that's your story, you better stick to it

when the big guns start to swivel and stick fast.

If anything can be proved between you and that woman.

What are you trying to say, Frank?

It looks and reads like a stich-up.

Only to you, because you know she's my snout,

a jury don't know that.

Well, maybe I'm being too subjective,

but that's my conscience.

And it's my conscience you have to satisfy, Jack,

with a cleaner case, otherwise we'll suggest

to the Director of Public Prosecutions

that he offers no evidence.

So it's not Edmunds who's gonna be on trial, is it?

It's me, and if I don't put up a better case against him,

I no longer have your trust.

-Is that what it is? -In a nutshell, yes.

I'm sorry, he's not here.

Yeah, well I'm, hold on, governor!

Dog and bone, urgent.

Regan.

Jack, I must see you, something's happened.

[Jack] What do you mean he knows?

I visited him like you said I should.

Jack, he knows!

He said he knew who shopped him.

Well what did you say to him, you didn't admit it?

No, of course not, but he knows, Jack.

He'd kill me, you know he will.

Even if he has to wait 15 years.

As it is, he may not have to wait longer than the weekend.

What do you mean?

He's not coming out?

Well that may depend on you.

What do I have to do?

Well at the moment, your husband's alibi works

for us and against us.

By accepting his alibi, we can prove that while

he was looking for that wine,

he didn't actually have an alibi.

He was unaccounted for during the exact half hour

in which that robbery was committed.

But that half hour doesn't give him a reasonable

enough leeway, it's not quite long enough.

So, in order for us to prove he was unaccounted for

for a longer period, we've gotta throw out the entire alibi.

Meaning that you and the two Rosier's are lying.

Or you got your date wrong in the statements.

You swear that you had that lunch on a different date.

So it's my word against the Rosier's?

Yeah, but if you were to break down in court,

the fact that your Edmunds' loving wife

and the fact that you unintentionally revealed the damning

mistake in his alibi,

that'd be enough to discredit the Rosier's,

even if they kept to the date they first gave.

Are you asking me to lie just in order to keep him inside?

No, I'm just telling you what you'd have to do now

in order to protect yourself.

But I don't know what day you had that lunch party,

I've only got your statement.

I couldn't do it, Jack.

I couldn't lie, it was the same day.

Well that takes care of that angle.

The only possibility we've got left is to prove

that he could've got to that betting shop faster.

Faster than a high-performance squad car.

I don't know, I just don't know how he did it.

[Marcia] I can assure you he did.

Yeah, but you don't know how.

No, he'd find a way all right.

He's clever, too clever.

Where did you meet him?

In Spain, he and his friends had taken over the entire

nightclub at the hotel I was staying at.

I was very naive, they told us they'd just won the pools.

My friend was with me, we believed them.

He was wonderful then, at least I thought so.

Incredibly generous.

Yeah, well it's not fair to be stingy

with other people's money.

Of course, I soon found out the truth

but by then I'd had such a good time

and got used to being with him.

Anyway, I half guessed before I knew,

which made it easier to deal with.

So you pretend that you didn't know long after you did.

[Marcia] That sort of thing.

When did it start to go wrong?

He never knew it had gone wrong for me.

Well, the first time I found out he'd been unfaithful to me.

And when was that?

On another holiday, after a job, I flew out to join him.

It was a week too late, they couldn't hide it.

What happened?

Nothing, they never found out that I knew.

Rained the whole holiday.

In Spain?

No, the Isle of Man.

[Chuckles] Oh!

Partly my fault, I suppose,

I wouldn't go with him for the TT.

-TT? -Oh, you know, motorbikes.

He used to know a lot of the riders, still does.

I found it dead boring, a lot of pimply kids

in smelly leather.

Does he still have a bike?

No, I don't think so.

Do you have access to everywhere in the house?

Yes, well there's a couple of places out the back

he keeps locked up.

[action music]

[Jack] George, get hold of Haskins.

He's just been invited to lunch.

[motorbike revving]

[knocking on door]

-Hello governor. -George.

It's my governor, Frank Haskins.

[George] They're in the dining room, can I take your coat?

Thank you.

Mrs. Edmunds, I'm Detective Chief Inspector Haskins,

-how do you do? -How do you do?

This is all a little bizarre, Jack.

Where would you like to sit, guv?

What about the head of the table?

Thank you.

Ready, guv.

Right, okay, let's make a souffle.

Right then George, on your bike.

[motorbike revving]

[uptempo disco-y music]

[mysterious music]

[door opens and closes]

1975 Spanish Plonk, that's all I could get.

Where's the pudding?

Should just be beginning to rise.

[phone rings]

Hello.

Yeah, hold on, it's for you, governor.

Haskins.

Yes.

Yes.

All right, thank you, goodbye.

That was the Director of Public Prosecutions' office.

Your old lady witness died this afternoon

from causes unrelated to her injuries.

Unless crucial new evidence is forthcoming,

they don't propose to proceed.

Well you read her statement.

And now you know Edmunds could've done it,

even with his alibi.

The D of PP don't give prizes for trying, Jack.

You did your best, I'm sorry.

Oh, Mrs. Edmunds, your husband will probably be out

of custody later this afternoon.

This time, he won't get here in time for the dessert.

Well, did the DI convince you, governor?

Convince me of what, George?

That Edmunds did it.

Oh yes, he convinced me alone.

Jack [sobbing] I can't face him, don't leave me.

You can face him.

He'll kill me.

He won't suspect you.

You're the last person he'll think of.

What could you possibly have to gain by getting rid of him?

He's ego couldn't take it.

What am I going to do?

Well you tried getting him put away,

what's to stop you leaving yourself?

Next time you want your dirty work done for you,

get on to a private detective or a divorce lawyer.

Don't call hard working policemen.

Devious bitch.

Gotta admit, she is a bit tasty though.

Yeah, if you like that sort of thing.

Course, I knew all along she was your snout.

Here, one thing governor.

Did you, uh, you know?

Well George, I don't know if I should tell you this

but, uh, as it happens.

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