Original subtitles

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

Lovely part of the world, innit, George?

Yeah, I think I scrub round the Seychelles this year.

Do you see who I see?

What?

Billy Medhurst.

Pull in, Bill.

I'd know that bastard anywhere.

[dramatic spooky echoing reminiscent music]

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[Grunt]

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[footsteps thumping]

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Hello Mrs. Medhurst, how's your old man keeping then?

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Hello Billy.

Give us a chip.

Guv'nor!

Stay put.

[Muffled Echoing Scream]

Get hold of her.

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[footsteps thumping]

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[dog barking]

[groaning]

[bin lids clattering]

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[blows landing]

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[gunshots]

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All right, that's enough, that's enough!

[The Sweeney Theme!]

Talking as if you shot Eddie Jackson yourself.

Doesn't matter who did it.

It was my record that caused it.

All right George, he's mine.

No guv'nor, listen if--

Hands above my head, I won't touch him.

[whispering]

Been living abroad have we?

I wanna ring my brief.

Spain was the way I heard it.

I also want to make an official complaint for assault

against you and the other pig.

Is that where the rest of your little firm,

de-camped to?

Spain?

Regan, I know my rights.

I also want an independent medical examination.

I think you bastards have done my ribs.

It's not hard to get a bent passport is it?

What you do, buy yourself a nice little villa

with that money from the tickle?

Tickle, what tickle?

What tickle, he asks.

Beautiful.

The only tickle I know anything about is the one what

you know, makes you laugh.

Yeah well nobody laughed at this tickle.

Least of all the copper who got a bullet in his spine

and has to spend the rest of his life jammed up

in a bloody wheelchair.

[tutting]

Well, if "Ironside" can do it, eh?

Guv'nor?!

Hold your pipe, George.

All right, all right, I was out of order.

Forget it.

I'll forget it when they dub you up in Parkhurst

and throw away the key.

Look, I want to ring my brief.

Bailey, you say?

William Bailey, yes.

Now give me a moment, I'll see what I can find out.

He's in the building, yes, oh he's here now sir.

Ta.

Regan.

I have here in my office a solicitor

who claims that you have a client of his in custody.

One William Bailey.

Is that true?

Could be but the only face I got down here

is one William Henry Medhurst.

Mind you, there's an indication

he's been calling himself Bailey.

How did his brief gone to him so soon?

[Frank] I understand the wife rang.

Yeah, that figures.

[Frank] What's that?

She was on the scene when we nicked him.

You know who I'm talking about guv?

Medhurst.

He's one of that firm that did that blag a couple of years

back when Andy Jackson got crippled.

I see.

What's the situation?

Well the situation is that George is organizing

an ID parade, Eddie's on his way down here

to pick this bastard up out

then I'll charge him but not before I got the name--

Uh, Jack.

Just hold it there.

You're not to do anything until I get there,

is that clear?

What, with the brief?

Of course.

If you're right, we wouldn't want any legal irregularities

complicating the issue would we?

But--

[Frank] You've had professional dealings

with Medhurst before, Mr. Jones?

Medhurst?

Sorry, I assumed you knew Bailey was an alias,

used by your client.

As I understand it, Inspector.

Detective Chief Inspector.

Yes, well, as I understand it, there's no law against

using another name, providing it isn't for the purposes

of fraud or criminal deception.

But you do know him as Medhurst?

Did I say that?

Alright George, let's get on with it.

No, it's too late, guv, the cavalry's here.

Well we'll have a bloody good try anyway.

Hold on guv, there's no point--

Mr. Regan.

Good morning.

Guv'nor.

Sergeant, would you take Mr. Ashby-Jones

to see his client please?

Yeah all right, come this way please sir.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, come off it, Jack.

You've gone ahead with the idea and charged Medhurst

before our double barrel legal eagle

had been allowed to see him.

Then imagine the screams of fit up

and abuse of judge's rules that would have followed.

Judge's rules are a guideline, not law.

They're law as far as I'm concerned.

Look, you have a copper doing the ID.

What's that gonna look like in court--

An ex-copper, a crippled ex-copper.

Let's not forget that little item.

Bleeding hell, how'd you know I was here?

I've only--

[footsteps approaching]

Rather unscientific, Sergeant.

What?

Eavesdropping.

Nah, not me guv.

I'm a policeman.

[eerie jarring suspenseful spooky music]

Look, no ID, it's a million I'll get picked out.

You have the right to refuse of course

but it's a futile gesture.

Oh yeah?

They'll simply confront you with the witness.

Oh great, so much for my bloody rights.

They are entitled.

Look, I want out.

I've got to get out--

Yes, yes naturally but we have to accept the possibility--

Nevermind about that.

I don't want to hear about it.

Bail, what do you reckon our chances?

Oh, about the same as being struck by lightning

in the next two seconds.

Oh!

Terrific, remind me to double your fee.

If I can get you out of this William,

I'm expecting much more than that.

I'm only telling ya because he's screaming about making

an official complaint.

Wonderful, that's all we need.

He resisted arrest, there are a dozen witnesses

who will verify.

Is he marked?

Nah, a few bruised ribs maybe.

He stuck it on me first.

Guv'nor, Eddie Jackson's arrived.

Where is he?

Being kept out of our way.

They ready?

Yeah, I think so, yeah.

Right Medhurst, in here.

Naturally my client denies any knowledge

of these alleged offenses, Chief Inspector.

Naturally.

He is however perfectly willing to cooperate

in any way he can.

Can you imagine?

There is of course the matter concerning

the rough handling, meeted out to him by your officers.

He resisted arrest.

A misunderstanding, a regrettable mistake.

One which I'm sure you'll all agree

is best forgotten by all concerned.

Ready when you are sir.

Oh can I assume that my client will be released

if your witness fails to pick him out, Chief Inspector?

Flash monkey.

Guv'nor.

[intense doom-filled music]

[loud gunshot]

Hello Jack.

Hi Eddie.

Now Mr. Jackson, if you--

Don't worry, I'll indicate.

[suspenseful music]

This is one of them Inspector.

How's that for Mr. Super Cool.

I'd have killed the bastard.

Thanks Eddie.

Look, wanna have a drink?

Sure, Jack.

-Soon. -Yeah.

Jack..

Adjust, I have.

Okay guv?

Yeah, okay.

[car engine revs up]

Well?

We'll need more than that.

I don't know,

I think Eddie Jackson will make a very sympathetic witness

and don't forget we have a lot of circumstantial.

I want the man who pulled the trigger.

Hello Charles?

It's Philip here.

Oh, things sent to trial and all that.

Now listen dear heart, about that little piece

of business we discussed..

Yes.

I'm afraid there's going to be a temporary setback.

Mm.

No, hopefully not.

Yes, I'll let you know.

Well, certainly.

Bye.

I wouldn't if I were you, darling.

What line of crap you gonna hand me now, Mr. Regan?

No crap, love.

It's just that well it'll be a pity if Billy had to

stand this little lot on his own.

I mean, your dear husband's been a very naughty boy

but shooters aren't his game, we know that.

But if we don't get the geezer who actually shot our mate,

then Billy will be all alone up there in the dock.

Judge won't take too kindly.

Not many, no, the way he thinks someone is going to have

to take some very heavy stick for crippling one of our own.

It's not as if he'll just get life.

No, no, that way he'll be out

after a ten stretch, wouldn't he?

20, 25 years.

Yeah, yeah.

Not much chance of parole either.

What's that work out at, George?

Well, with remission what, 16 years?

Give or take a few months.

A lot of porridge love.

What are you asking?

Don't be naive.

All right, how much?

We'll pretend we didn't hear that, eh George?

What then?

Bodies.

The right ones.

I don't know any.

Really.

Billy does.

Does he?

Tell ya what, when you visit him in Brixton,

just have a word.

Tell him you don't want to grow old without him

and how we can help to prevent it.

No Jack, no deal, you know the ruling

after the Wembley bank turnout.

I'm not saying we give him immunity.

What then?

Just put him on a promise, that's all.

No Jack, no deal.

Then Will shot him.

What did you say?

Put him on a promise, then when he's given us

what we want, send him to the wall.

Now, Jack, there's something deeply immoral about you.

He's at the con.

Oh how'd you know Billy?

Look I know the filth, especially that Regan.

Well, he seemed to mean it.

Oh leave off, love.

You know the strength of them bastards as well as I do.

At least you can do is have a talk to him.

I got a brief to do that haven't I?

- That is because of it. - Don't say it.

God almighty, Billy, they're going to see you go down

and they're talking in telephone numbers.

All right.

All right.

I understand for my client, that you wish to do some sort

of deal with him.

I don't think the deal is precisely the right term.

Oh?

Then what is the right term, Chief Inspector?

We are no longer allowed to do deals with suspects.

That's precisely what I told Mr. Medhurst.

However, we at let us say,

prepared to come to some sort of arrangement.

I understand.

May I enquire what kind of arrangement

it is you have in mind?

If Medhurst will give us the names of the men--

[laughs]

Just a moment, Chief Inspector.

Mr. Medhurst has told me

that he knows nothing about any robbery.

Come off it!!

We all know that's a nonsense!

If that is what my client tells me,

then that is what I must accept, Mr. Regan.

What the hell are you doing here then?

Shall we say that I've been instructed by my client

to hear what you have to say.

Look, let's cut the bull--

Jack.

I think you can leave this to me.

All right, guv'nor.

[Door Slams]

Not noted for his tact, I'm afraid.

Really?

Off the record, Mr. Ashby-Jones.

Very well.

It's really very simple.

Medhurst gives us the names of the other men involved in

the robbery, especially the one who did the actual shooting,

he will then have assisted us in this case

and we are prepared to say that he was only involved

on the fringe of the crime.

It might make a considerable difference

to the amount of porridge he consumes.

What guarantee can my client have that you wouldn't

change your mind after he has assisted you?

That is of course, if he knows anything

which he certainly hasn't indicated to me.

We are also concerned with our credibility.

Very well, I'll tell him and he can think about it.

[phone ringing]

[Mrs. Medhurst] Hello?

[Ashby-Jones] Mrs. Medhurst?

When you visit your husband today,

tell him I've seen the police

and that is my considered opinion that they haven't

the slightest intention of honoring

any deal he might make with them.

Escort?

We normally do with category A prisoners.

He's agreed to make a statement after the hearing,

why should he try anything on now?

Why take the risk?

Very well.

Just you and Carter though,

I can't spare the whole bloody team.

Can't spare our whole bloody team he says.

Typical.

Stay close Bill.

[quirky electronic music]

[cars screeching]

[blows landing]

[glass shattering]

[engine revving]

You get over there.

[engines roaring]

[tires screeching]

[dog barking]

You all right, guv?

Yeah.

Look, what the hell is going on?!

George, upstairs.

Now what the bleeding hell's going on?

Hey?

Look, you deaf or something?

Nah. There's nothing up here.

No, he wouldn't be that stupid I suppose.

Who?

Look what are you on about?

Who are you talking about?

Get a load of this.

Oh! Terrific.

Look Snow White, I want to know what arrangements

you make for your old man, who you contacted

and where he is right now,

otherwise it's down the road for you.

Billy? You talking about Billy?

Lovely ain't she?

It was Oscar material.

I don't understand.

Your dearly beloved darling has just had it away

and left me and my Sergeant here

with his going away presents.

Billy escaped? But how?

With a little help of his friends.

And you.

Me? I haven't done anything.

Look, I'm sorry I don't understand.

He's supposed to be appearing in court this morning.

That's right, so why aren't you down there?

I was just about to leave when you came busting in here.

Look, why would Billy have it on his toes,

you were gonna do a deal with him.

Good point Jack.

Okay so he sussed out what our game was

and figured we wouldn't provide an escort

if we thought he was playing along.

He was half-right wasn't he?

Normally we would be our or five handed on a job like that.

And the wife claims no knowledge.

Naturally.

She's lying of course.

Well, what does that mean?

If she was lying, someone oughta send her an equity card.

She seemed genuine to me.

Come off it, somebody had to pass messages.

She was the only one who went to see him in the nick,

except of course--

Hyphen Jones, his brief.

Exactly.

Too slippery by far, Mr. Ashby-Jones.

I can't see his lawyer making himself busy, guv'nor.

And he ain't gonna collect any fees if his client's

on the trot.

That depends on the extent of the service he offers.

I think George is right, Medhurst's missus

is gotta be favorite.

He gotta make contact with her sooner or later.

It could take weeks.

So where does that leave us?

Well what about that geezer who grassed on the job

when Eddie Jackson got shot?

He was a mate of Medhurst.

Maybe he could give us a lead.

[energetic funky electronic music]

Bye Eddie, see you later.

Yeah.

That's terrific, just great.

What was that sir?

Nothing Bill, hang about.

[door slams]

Hi Eddie.

Blimey, Jack!

You really caught one there, didn't ya?

Where'd you pop out from?

Eh, the back gate.

Oh yeah, Sheila must've left that open on her way out.

Didn't you see her?

No.

No, how is she?

I haven't seen her in ages.

Neither have I.

Playing sodding bingo every night.

If she wins anything, I never see it.

We'll get him back, Eddie, and the rest of them.

What? In another two years?

Sorry Jack, I didn't mean that.

Look, for christ sakes,

stop having a guilts about what happened to me.

I'd have done exactly the same.

You're a lousy shot.

This a nice garden.

Didn't know you were interested in all this caper.

Yeah, since I was a kid.

Listen this ex-snout of mine, Mason.

Yeah?

There's no good trying to talk to him in his drinker.

Full of villains, just blank ya.

Can you phone him, arrange a meet?

Expect so.

We always used to meet at the same place.

Well, you won't find much villains hanging about up here

when they'll all be down in the bar.

Yeah all right Mason, get to the point, can you help?

I don't know.

I mean, you're talking about two years ago.

I'm talking about now.

Look, what I knew then, I told Mr. Johnson,

and I ain't learnt a thing about that tickle since.

Must have been a good sort of firm for me

not to have some idea who they are.

Do you know Medhurst?

Sort of, he used to love it off with a bird

who worked behind the ramp in my club.

I mean, that's how I got to know about the other business.

This bird, she still about?

No, no, she left over a year ago.

Went back to Aussie.

You must know a few faces who do know him.

A few.

Will they talk to you?

Of course.

All my clientele reckon I'm a diamond, don't they?

I mean, why else would they drink down there?

Probably because you have afters.

It's my little reward for helping you lot.

Well you haven't helped me at all yet.

Sprung it on me a bit aren't ya?

I wanna know where Medhrst is holed up.

I don't have that sort of information.

Well do try,

otherwise who knows what aggro

you can get next time you apply for the renewal

of your license.

Our wonderful British policemen.

That is true.

That's stupid of me.

You do know him then?

No, I've just seen the name.

Well he's not on our black list

of dubious lawyers and barristers

who we feel they're not a credit to their profession.

Many of them is there?

Enough.

Like the commissioner, I think one is one too many.

Now all I can tell you about Ashby-Jones is that he's young

and sharp and apparently very ambitious.

Perhaps even unscrupulous.

Well that much we know already.

Hmm.

Are you investigating some sort of malpractice on his part?

Well, maybe we're not sure yet.

Only the Law Society is as interested as you are

in rooting out members

who bring discredit to the profession.

I thought they protected their own.

Well, you thought wrongly Sergeant.

Sorry, no offense.

None taken.

You could enquire from people who had dealings with him at,

Local police stations, deputy clerks at Magistrates Courts,

probation officers, that sort of thing.

Yeah but what about his private and social life?

You are the detective, Sergeant?

Yeah but to get a lawyer to open up about another lawyer.

Or a policeman about another policeman.

There is a barrister I know who may be able to help

and you'll find him at the inner temple.

I'll go and join him in prayer then.

Is that a joke Sergeant?

Nah, not really.

[growing intense electronic jarring music]

Makes it a bit awkward.

Mm.

That's not all is it?

No, Mr. Ashby-Jones is better known to his friends

as Cuddles, but otherwise he's straight.

He's got a sister in married money.

Big man in the meat trade or something.

She's a do gooder.

And he makes a nice living defending villains.

That's showbiz.

Guv?

Yes, Tom?

Barker rang in, Mrs. Medhurst's been out shopping.

And?

Nothing.

Oh and guv, they found the tranny van.

And?

Nothing.

-Tom? -Guv?

Nothing.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Do what?

Who is this?

Should I just keep on at it then?

Is there any point?

He rang me earlier.

Ashby-Jones?

He apologised for the foolish behavior of his client

and says that he washes his hands of him.

Oh?

Incidentally you check him out?

I mean professionally?

Yeah, upstairs.

Gregory of the solicitors department.

He said the law society is an interested as we are

in learning of any malpractice on the part of its members.

We have a very strong disciplinary coat you know?

Has there been any malpractice?

No, not as far as they know.

He's got a name for being a bit on the sharp side.

Yeah, well he's not the only one is he?

Still, professionally speaking he is clean.

As a whistle, guv.

Bloody lawyers.

Eight o'clock then, Charles?

Mm, yes I think it's all right again.

We'll discuss it after dinner.

Yes of course.

^

Bye.

-Was she there? -Yep.

-Tell her? -I told her.

Good morning.

Is it?

Guv'nor, lab report.

Still no draw on that van.

Oh and Mrs. Medhurst rang about ten minutes ago.

She thinks something's happened to her Billy.

Let's pay her a visit.

[phone ringing]

Two days ago and now you tell us?

Well, I thought it was some crank on the phone.

Someone who read about Billy's escape in the papers.

So what made you change your mind?

He's not been in touch with me at all.

You know, got a message to me, nothing.

You were expecting him to then?

Whatever he is, he's still my husband.

How would he have contacted you?

Oh I don't know.

Letter, phone?

Mr. Regan, please.

I'm telling you because I'm really worried.

You don't believe me, do you?

That man, he meant what he said.

I know he did! You've got to do something!

[sobbing]

Okay, but I don't know what I can do.

If it's happened, it's happened.

In you go, sunshine.

You shouldn't have done that.

I mean how's it gonna look if someone saw us?

Me in a motor with the old bill.

Just tell them we were taking you down for questioning

about mass murder and a bank robbery.

Yeah, we're doing you a favor.

You can announce your reputation by saying

how you got out of it.

Leave off.

A tale concerning friend Medhurst has come to our attention.

Oh?

The suggestion is that he was swagged out in order

to send him to that great exercise yard in the sky.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well matter of fact, I was gonna give you a buzz today.

Oh yeah?

No, straight.

It's this geezer I know got out of Brixton

yesterday on bail.

He was down the club last night.

And?

Well, that's what he reckoned.

How would he know?

Says it's common knowledge that you lot

was doing a deal with Medhurst to put bodies away.

Medhurst would never tell anyone that.

He wouldn't have to would he?

How'd you mean?

Well a screw would know.

It's like the village in the boo, I mean,

he tells someone who would tell someone,

who would tell someone.

I don't believe a word of it, do you?

It's possible.

We had a word with a gunner at the nick didn't we, George?

Yeah that's right guv.

He asked a couple of the resident grassers,

they knew about it.

So what?

Medhurst must have known somebody in there,

he could have arranged to have this story put about

after he escaped.

Yeah, but what about the statements from the witnesses?

What witnesses?

The bystanders who saw the escape.

It seems that Medhurst went reluctantly.

Well, I don't believe it.

It's a set-up to try and fool us.

[suspenseful music]

Didn't even make the bloody headlines.

Well it has been cruising down the river

for the last few days.

Cause of death?

Well we won't know that til after the post mortem.

But I can tell you this, having his head cut off

hasn't helped identification.

Very funny.

There's nothing on the body

but I'll double check the clothing.

That's definitely Medhurst's.

Uh, Mrs. Medhurst.

[Frank] Well that doesn't mean much, it could be anybody.

Sure but the remains are the same shape and size as him.

[Frank] Tattoos, scars, anything like that?

No but there is a birth mark in a place

where only his mother or his wife would know about.

Don't waste time, Jack.

Get his wife.

Yes and we need you to come and identify the body.

It's not easy to look at, you know what I mean?

But we have to try and get a positive identification.

You understand?

But if he's, look how am I gonna know?

You're his wife.

What about scars?

No, no I can't remember any.

Tattoos?

No, no.

There must be something, we've all got something.

Well he's got this sort of a birth mark.

[whistling @ work]

[whistling]

She was positive?

Absolutely.

We did get her to describe the birthmark in detail guv,

before she saw the body.

Well, maybe the post mortem will come up with something.

Unless we can come up with a different head

or the missing hands with someone else's prints on,

we're gonna have to accept it.

I don't like it.

Who does?

[engines roaring]

Yeah, a nice one.

When do we do it?

Saturday afternoon.

I dunno really, why?

Yeah that seems like a good idea.

Yeah hold on, I'll see if I'm needed.

Guv, do you need me this afternoon?

No.

Okay yeah.

Need you?

What do I need you for?

Sorry?

Bleeding liability you are.

Poor sulk.

Yeah all right then, I'll see you in the boozer.

Yeah the cottage.

Yeah all right, cheers.

You doing anything special this afternoon?

Why what have you got in mind?

Well how about watching 22 geezers

kick a bag of air about, down at Fulham?

[phone ringing in distance]

George, you know what I think?

I'm wonderful?

Right on, baby.

[cheering]

[intense spooky music]

Sorry Charlie.

- Trouble? -Eh? Nah.

A touch unexpected.

Just so he can't do anything when he comes round eh?

Stand in?

Yeah, no bells.

So he's inside the chambers.

I hope he's got his winter woolies on.

[eerie music]

[truck squeals]

[metal clanks]

It's bloody taters in there.

All right grab that, start moving the gear.

Right.

[ticking]

[phone ringing]

Hello? Yes.

Oh, Charles.

What?

Now look here, we made an arrangement.

Couple of hours?

You are putting everyone at risk.

[car engine sputtering]

All right Billy?

Yeah righto Stan.

That'll have to do eh?

Right, what's the matter?

The bloody van won't start.

Oh great.

Well we don't wanna hang about.

I know that, I know that.

We'll have to get in there.

Leave off, not me.

Nor me.

Well you can't travel in a cab.

If old bill spots three in that, we'll sure to get a pull.

But we'll freeze in there.

Ah you won't be in there long enough for that.

Come on, come on.

[ticking]

There's got to be a light in here somewhere.

Bloody hell.

What?

Bit naughty, this.

Too bloody right.

[quirky electronic music]

Me feet.

What?

Me feet!

What about them?

I can't feel 'em.

Bloody hell.

[truck door slams]

[phone ringing]

Ashby-Jones.

We got it.

Oh, I'm afraid there's been a slight setback.

What you mean a setback?

My client's driver will not be able to

collect the merchandise at the arranged time.

When will he be able to collect it?

I'm not sure.

I'm awaiting a call.

Oh crap.

I'm sorry William, I'm aware that this may prove

a little inconvenient.

Inconven-- look what am I supposed to do in the meantime?

Drive around in bloody circles?

I realize--

You realize nothing!

Look, I got two of the chaps in the back of the wagon.

They're gonna think the brass monkey had a result

if they have to stay in there much longer.

Yes, well I'm sure you'll think of something

to ease their discomfort.

Oh yeah, sure, sure.

I'll nip into a sport shop,

get them a fur lined jockstrap at least.

Geez, William, there's no need for vulgarity.

Nevermind, don't worry, call me back in half an hour

and I should have some information by then.

Stan?

Stan!

Billy bloody Medhurst!

Billy!

Billy!

Shut up George.

It's not my fault they were one nil down.

Never been paged at a football match before,

it's embarrassing, innit?

This better not be another of your little jokes.

Depends on your sense of humor, don't it?

They want fast losing, come on what's it all about?

120 grand's worth of meat.

120 grand's worth?

That's what the manager reckons.

What's that got to do with us?

The way the job was done.

Manager thinks it had to be someone

who knew the security setup.

So the first thing the local old bill does

is go through a list of all the people working here

now and in the recent past right?

And this guy has only been working here for a few weeks,

he just suddenly doesn't turn up for work

and that was on the 10th of last month.

No kidding.

Now, you're gonna tell me he's the number one suspect.

So?

Right, so this character turns up at the beginning

of the week to work again.

He says he's been sick.

He works for a couple of days then jacks it in,

he hasn't been seen since.

George, you'll be a witness,

I was provoked beyond reasonable endurance, won't ya?

Absolutely.

Guv'nor, who do we know that was arrested on

the 9th of last month and back on the streets last week?

[church bells ringing]

How'd they tumble the robbery then?

Apparently the engineer's missus ran a check

and sent his paws in.

Couldn't get a reply, got worried and phoned the manager

and he sent the locals in.

Dad's in the kazi with a nasty headache.

Wasn't the place belled up?

Yeah but they know how to turn

the alarms off on the chambers.

And the electric eye wired to the local nick.

You see--

Yeah all right,

why can't they tell us the number of the wagon?

We had to get a couple of birds

in to go through the paperwork.

Find out which lorries were here and which were on the road.

Everything's closed at weekends here innit?

If that engineer's missus hadn't rang, no one would've known

til Monday.

Which would give them plenty of time

to get shot of the load.

If they know their onions,

they would have done that already.

Yes, William, five thirty.

That's not for another hour and a half.

I'm sorry but what difference does it make?

You yourself said they wouldn't notice anything was wrong

until six.

Yeah all right, all right.

Make sure it's no later than that.

And bring the dough down here.

Yes but--

No buts!

Look, this is your cock-up.

Pauline?

Yeah look love, things have gone a bit real as a cotton.

Big ain't they?

Yep.

Manager thinks he's got the registration number

of the missing rig.

Right get it circulated.

Have done guv.

Well they took the best.

Comes in cartons, so big.

Anything from 25 to 30 quid a lump.

Well, no wonder I can't afford to eat out anymore.

Join the club, guv'nor.

Where the hell would they sell a bent load like that?

Well the manager reckons most butchers will

snatch your arm off at half price.

Yeah, most butchers couldn't raise six grand, in readies

nevermind 60.

Talking of butchers.

Who was the body that the bold

Mrs. Medhurst identified as her husband?

Yeah, she certainly mugged us.

Go and see her Jack.

Don't worry, I intend to.

Now.

She don't care, does she guv'nor?

You bastards.

Well you left the door open.

Go on you pair of bloopers, have a bloody good look.

Bastards.

Bit jumpy darling.

Jersey, 8.45 from Heathrow.

Mr. and Mrs. Lamb.

You've been telling uncle Jack pork pies haven't you, love?

It's a bloke I know, taking me for the weekend.

And the poor husband, only recently departed.

Don't seem decent, does it guv?

I have to go on living.

Fantastic isn't she?

Unbelievable!

Unbelievable is right.

These tickets are one way.

That's right.

Wasn't exactly sure what day we'll be coming back.

All right Mrs. Medhurst, let's cut the crap.

You're nicked.

What for?

Conspiracy to helping ex-prisoners,

accessory to robbery, murder.

Murder?

Get her out of here George.

Here, hold up, just a minute,

what are you on about murder?

That thing you identified in the mortuary remember?

Your old man's having a different kind of cold meat now,

isn't he?

[buzzing]

Yep?

Detective Chief Inspector Haskins sir.

Tell him I'm in court or something.

Good afternoon.

I see you work on Saturdays too Mr. Jones.

Very good of you to see me.

They dug up a corpse?

Gordon Bennett.

It wasn't Billy's idea.

It was Stan's.

He thought that up.

He'd read about some bloke who died in an accident

of head injuries.

This Stan and Mickey, were they on that job

when Sergeant Jackson got shot?

Oh I don't know.

Billy don't tell me everything.

He told you about the corpse.

Stan did.

Had to didn't he?

So I could describe, you know.

Look this lawyer Ashby-Jones, he must be on about

20 grand a year, why would he involve himself in this?

Needed the money.

Blackmail?

Hey?

Come on, you knew he was a bit ginger.

No, not that, he's a heavy gambler.

Go on.

Well, that's how Billy met him.

He's got this mate who runs a casino.

Jones owed a lot of money and his mate asked Billy

if he could collect it for him.

What hyphen Jones couldn't pay

so he stuck up the meat job?

Yeah. It was all his idea.

Said he could place me, get cash for it.

On the button.

Course, the brother in law.

He's in the wholesale meat game.

It's a damnable lie.

It was Medhurst who came to me.

As far as I was concerned, still am concerned,

it was a perfectly legal business deal.

And your brother in law?

He was offered a consignment of meat

at slightly below cost price.

I was acting as his agent,

so to speak in perfectly good faith.

Neither of us had the slightest idea

that it was to be stolen meat.

Do you always conduct your business deals in cash?

No, certainly not.

That was Mr. Medhurst's suggestion.

You knew Medhurst was an escaped prisoner.

You also knew of his alleged death

and yet you still intended to go ahead with this

so called business deal.

Yes, it's true, I was aware of that.

There was nothing.

Nothing at all.

But now that you've informed me that it was

stolen meat well, of course, any further dealings

are completely out of question.

[phone ringing]

Allow me.

Yes?

Right.

We'll be right with you.

Well Mr. Jones, Wandsworth Lorry Park,

you have an appointment, I believe.

- About bloody time. - FOOL!!

What's the matter with you, you stupid tart?

You damn fool.

Medhurst.

You're nicked.

And you, Cuddles.

[tapping]

This the one Billy?

Open it up, George.

Guv'nor!

No Medhurst!

[groaning]

That way!

It's a long way down Billy.

Too bloody far for you cozzer!

[gunshots]

Come on pigs, what's the matter with ya?

Get an ambulance Tom.

Guv.

Get two will ya?

You all right?

I hope so.

And you still didn't get him, Jack.

What?

The man who shot Eddie Jackson.

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

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