Original subtitles

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

9000

9000, it's very much bread, is it?

Well, it's not a bad return for a year's investment

-on 50 grand. -All right, so it's straight,

as long as it's straight.

It's straight, it's legal,

I'm telling you.

Okay.

[car starts]

They want 50,000 pounds,

that'll buy you all the companies.

-That's a lot of bread. -What's 18% of 50,000?

9000

Yeah, 9000 pounds.

Hey Carew?

What?

You're nicked.

What for?

Say nothing, say nothing, you're not obliged to speak.

You robbed a Jewelers.

Say nothing, Mr. Carew, please.

Where?

-Mr Carew, don't say anything. -Rotherhithe.

-Keep schtum, all right? -Rotherhithe?

Say nothing.

Wasn't me.

Mr. Carew, I told you before,

you don't have to talk to these people.

Carew!

[car engine]

They've got no right to apprehend you like that.

You're not a criminal, you're a legitimate businessman.

It's your job to look after that.

Yes, I know.

[car engine]

Come on, Carew!

[screeching tires]

[tense music]

Say nothing.

Say nothing, all right?

Right.

-That's enough, Carew. -I don't know you, do I?

-You know who I am. -Do I know this man?

Never met him in my life.

My client would be grateful if you would uh--

You know me now.

Out the way. Right, in.

I think this man's a policeman.

Mr. Carew has a complete answer to these charges

and will in due course.

Oh yeah.

Mr Carew has a complete answer to these charges--

-Oh shut up, will you? -Oh nice.

David Anthony Carew, I'm arresting you on charges

of conspiring to rob McCloud and May diamond

merchants of 106 Rotherhithe Square

on Tuesday the 25th of March.

Where was I on Tuesday?

You were robbing McLoud and May.

I have witnesses.

I wasn't.

I was having dinner with a Detective Inspector

on the Flying Squad.

His name is Jack Regan.

[laughter]

The Flying Squadron Theme

You might ask why I spent three and a half hours

with Carew, last Tuesday.

The answer is simple.

[Grunts]

I had to get him drunk

and in a place where he felt secure.

Which was?

The Ritz.

Carew, oh bloody hell,

Carew is not the sort of man you meet in the local pub.

Furthermore, he has a hollow leg.

He took a whole bottle of Brandy before

he began to unwind.

Just a moment.

Okay.

Uh,

Took a whole bottle of Brandy before he began to unwind.

I just said that.

It was one thirty in the morning before we left the hotel,

so, it was physically impossible for him to have

participated in the robbery at Rotherhithe.

Guv'nor.

-Yeah? -Uh, God wants to see you.

God or God God?

If it was God God there would have been a flash of

lightening and the summons would have been

delivered by an angel with wings.

With rubber heels.

Oh, right love, far be it from me to

suggest that detective Inspector Thompson

is in error in this case,

merely that there has been a mistake in identification.

It is important that Carew be released before he calls

upon me to corroborate his alibi,

which would be extremely embarrassing for all concerned.

Carew is a reliable informant

and must not, underline not, not be got at.

Oh, by the way, George, at three o'clock this afternoon,

meet a Turkish police officer at the air terminal.

And if he hasn't made any arrangements,

book him in the section house at Tower Bridge, will you?

Right you are, three o'clock,

Air terminal one, Turkish policeman.

Yeah, uh listen... Take him down the Turkish club

and entertain him till I get there, right?

Certainly.

What shall I do with these?

Top copy for Detective Chief Superintendent C Division,

and I'll take the other one with me.

Keep your eye on the store, George.

[George] Okay, guv.

Oi, doesn't mean I won't be coming back.

This statement could put you out of the force.

Freeloading off a known criminal in a place like the Ritz?

Well, that's not the point, is it, sir?

I was with Carew.

Detective Inspector Thompson will charge Carew

whether you put in this statement or not.

Then he better be stopped.

Don't back him into a corner he can't get out of.

Is that all, sir?

That Turk will be arriving this afternoon,

he particularly requested that you meet him.

Yeah, I've sent Sergeant Carter in my place.

Good.

What did Carew come up with that night?

Uh,

It's a big job, something to do with an official building,

a post office and the getaway car is going to be a

white Jaguar.

You could have got that from a little old lady on

Southend Pier.

[funky music]

[radio chatter]

Hello Jack, what do you want?

You know what I want, I want my man, that's what I want.

You're putting him in the frame.

For what?

For the Rotherhithe job.

- Now, how would I do that? - I Dunno.

Perhaps you're trying to get a quick result.

Or maybe you're trying to put me in the middle.

Well, that's paranoia, Jack.

Well, 90% of this work is.

Furthermore, it's not the first time

you've stolen my gravy.

I've got witnesses, Jack.

They've made statements.

Well they better unmake them.

Listen, this isn't just a little powerplay

between you and me, you know, Thompson.

There's something big coming off

and I want Carew on the outside passing me information.

The post office job, you mean?

The getaway in a white Jaguar?

All the villains wearing stocking on their heads?

[fake laugh]

Give this to your governor,

that corroborates Carew's alibi.

I've signed it.

[foreign language chatter]

Inspector Shebbeq?

Captain Shebbeq.

Detective Sergeant Carter.

Goon-gnu kookloo olsen, aughteen buku shareem, Yasan sonnie yulljuloo gundah!

Did I say that right?

Very good.

What's it mean?

Happy birthday, may the horse dung

you're about to eat on this trip, taste sweet.

Is that an old Turkish greeting?

Did you obtain it from the cultural officer at

the Turkish embassy?

No, a Greek Cafe down the road. :P

Uh huh.

Give us a minute.

[door shuts]

What's your game, Jack?

It's only taken you two days to get down here.

Shut your throat, Carew, we're both in trouble.

It's me what's been deprived of my liberty, son.

It's me what's walking around without shoelaces.

You've been talking to Thompson.

You put me in here.

I didn't put you in here.

Can't have it both ways.

You tell Thompson to get off my back,

if he discharges me I won't cause any bother,

but if he doesn't.

He won't believe me, he thinks I'm protecting you.

What's the next move?

Well, you'll have to face the possibility of going down.

I'm not going down.

You're going to have to make a statement, Inspector,

saying where I was that night.

Do you really want me to identify you as

a police informer?

Do you really want a piece of paper like that

floating round your brief's office?

All right then, give me the faces that

say they saw me outside that jewelers.

That's what I came to warn you about.

Don't mess with the witnesses,

that'll finish you.

What's more important is to find out who's behind it.

You're being set up.

When I get out, I'll find out.

I'm not a man of violence, you know me, Jack.

When I find out who it is, I'll crucify 'em

to the front of a Circle line train.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Meanwhile I'll make some inquiries.

But stop brooding, it won't do you any good.

And if you've got any information about the man

with the white Jaguar, let me have it.

You get nothing till I get out of here.

You're in no position to make demands, Carew.

Here, I bought you a comic.

[piano music]

Hello John.

Evening, constable.

Ahh, hey.

Jack.

My friend! How are you?

Nice to see you, daddy, yeah.

Captain Shebbeq.

Yeah, we met before.

Never have guessed.

Jack, got a present for you,

a bottle of Raki.

Oh, that's great, it really is good, that stuff.

Well, welcome back.

Thank you.

You get here all right?

We had a bit of trouble at the airport.

Yeah, they stripped him.

Oh well, that's par for Heathrow, isn't it?

Fortress England.

If Victor was alive, they'd give him a job, out there.

Isn't that right, darling?

This is one of my favorites, this one.

Helga, Captain Shebbeq.

- Hello. - From Turkey.

How do you do?

Have you met?

Oi.

Where's the boss?

Locked himself in the office.

Tell him we got a long lost cousin of his here.

He says he's not coming out until you've gone.

See what terror you inspire?

But the drinks are on the management.

Makes a welcome change.

Specially as we've got our own bottle.

How long you here for?

Depends.

Sergeant.

Well here's to it then, to the permissive society.

Fortress England.

Bobby Charlton.

Football mad, he is.

Do you remember?

Lats time I was in London,

it was for the World Cup.

Well that was long ago, Captain,

we were all much younger.

[sings sad tune]

and funnier.

[Turkish music]

[clapping]

[Laughter]

[applause]

I liked that.

You got a little in your eyes.

[laughter]

Hey, hey, George. Come here.

- Hey, Joe. Joey? - Yeah?

Do you remember that thing that George

and I did at the squad do, last year?

Oh that jaunty number?

-Yeah, that's it; give us a go. That's it! -You wanna do that?

Come on, Jim.

Jimmy...

Jim-- sending my piano to yesterday!

[piano plays]

That is [mumbling].

I can't it get out.

Who do you think he is, Maria Callas?

You're not gonna understand this.

You'll like it though. Right?

♪ Don't be afraid, you'll make the grade ♪

♪ Why you can sing as good as Bing ♪

♪ That's why I say from the start ♪

[blubbering]

♪ That the song's gotta come from the heart ♪

Listen to this kid sing.

Okay, step back.

[laughter]

♪ It doesn't have to be witty or smart. ♪

Nothings impossible.

♪ Long as it comes from the heart ♪

He's not just a pretty face.

♪ It doesn't have to be classic or art ♪

He's not.

♪ Long as it comes from the heart ♪

Smile, baby!

♪ I'll give them that, I'll give them this ♪

♪ I'll stun 'em, babe ♪

♪ Why, you can't miss ♪

♪ Just pin my star to a chart ♪

Or the back of the shoulders.

♪ The song's gotta come from the heart ♪

Together now!

♪ On open nights, our name in lights ♪

♪ We'll never stop till we reach the top ♪

♪ We'll order meals a la carte ♪

That's expensive.

♪ But the song's gotta come from the heart ♪

We'll be tremendous.

♪ But the song's gotta come from the heart ♪

We'll stitch up Haskins

♪ But the song ♪

Go down!

♪ It comes from the heart ♪

♪ Heart, heart ♪

[applause]

Get those boys a tonic water!!

Suspended?!

No, not suspended.

Ginger root?

No, straight.

Just take three days leave.

You do that.

Then after that?

I dunno.

Do you talk to anyone in the press about this?

No.

Oh, they got hold of the story.

The executive decision now is

whether to throw you to the wolves.

Cheers.

Yeah, but why?

There's got to be an explanation

as to why you were consorting with Carew,

a top criminal at an expensive restaurant,

where by your own admission he picked up a bill for 50 quid.

Well you didn't expect the Yard to foot it.

That alone is a disciplinary charge.

You've got no defense,

unless you can dig up more about these new robbers with

their white Jag and their posh off robbing post offices.

I'll tell you the truth, governor,

there was more, but by that time I was too smashed, and--

Jack, there are enough people in this building

trying to bury you.

Don't-don't dig your own grave.

Just stay out of the office for three days.

Yes, sir.

Go home, lock the door, take the phone off the hook,

watch football.

Just see if you can stay out of trouble till Monday.

[door knocking]

Yeah, all right.

Ah, Jack

Good morning.

- How are you, all right? - Shocking.

I suppose you were up at the crack of dawn, were you?

I like it.

Yeah, so do I.

Thief.

Yeah, I can see you now on your little prayer mat,

facing east, praising Allah.

[singing call to prayer]

[Chuckles]

[Humming Islamic Worship]

Dear, oh dear.

Did you say something?

Yes, I brought you car, for which many thanks,

and last Friday, when I left, I forgot my notes.

You left them here for me to read.

Do you remember?

Oh.

And could you turn that kettle off for me?

And could you contain your natural desire

to imitate your ancestors.

[laughs] [More Laughs]

If I am to shave this morning

it must be done in complete silence with concentration.

[singing call to prayer]

Shut up!

[laughs]

Bloody Turk.

Did you know I've been unofficially suspended?

Yes, I've been to the office.

Sergeant Carter is sitting at your desk.

No one seems to miss you.

I can only interpret it as one of those strokes of fate

which occasionally come one's way.

Kismet.

My Kismet.

Which means that now you can devote yourself full time

to helping me with my inquiries.

Did you read the report?

The four paragraphs that weren't in Turkish?

You want a coffee?

Yes, please.

Get that cup then.

Do you know the security officer

at the Cromwell Insurance Company?

Bill Shand? Yeah, he's an ex-squad man.

I need access to his files.

Do you know what the word illegal means?

It means contrary to or forbidden by law.

I can't ring my mate, an organization like that

and ask for access to confidential information.

Anyway, what do you want it for?

It is obvious, my friend,

that you haven't grasped the report.

It's only about nicking trucks in Turkey, isn't it?

Anyway, the stolen cask would've been very nice to you.

Chief Inspector Marin, he's one of the kindest,

most courteous coppers you'll ever meet

this side of the Chunnel, mate.

I have given him the slip.

You what?

There are many cases which we are investigating together,

but there is only one which really interests me.

Okay.

As I said in my report,

in most cases the actual cargo

is found abandoned but intact.

Now there has been only one exception.

A TIR truck driven by a man called Ollie Parsons.

-Now I came across -[phone rings]

Regan.

It's me.

[Regan] What's going on?

Everything's under control.

Oh, and Mr. Thompson's been on the blower.

He claims that Carew's been threatening his witnesses.

Carew doesn't know who they are.

[George] Yeah, well Thompson very obligingly

told me who two of them are.

One is a man called Art Begg, and, hold onto this,

the other one's Mrs. Carew.

What do you want me to do?

What do you think you can do?

Well as you're not around, I thought I could go

and interview them on the grounds

-they're being interfered with. -Has Art Begg got a record?

[George] Oh yeah.

Okay, go ahead.

[phone hangs up]

You were saying.

It was while making my inquiries

that I came across Ollie Parsons.

His long-distance rig had been stolen

and subsequently recovered, but minus it's container.

He'd reported this to the police and had been put in jail

for his pains.

I'd heard a rumor that it contained gold,

just a rumor.

I could get nothing out of Ollie.

He was sick and frightened.

Sometime later, after he'd been sent back to England,

I uncovered the culprits.

Now their story was that shortly after stealing the vehicle,

they were intercepted by four men armed with guns

who identified themselves as police.

They bolted, abandoning the truck,

and that was the last they saw of it.

So, I go looking for the four policemen.

[snort chuckle]

It was then that I run into difficulties.

I suffer bureaucratic harassment.

I am offered leave.

I receive threats.

Meanwhile, my investigation makes little progress.

I find no trace of any of the gold,

no flicker of change on the market,

and nothing from my good friends in the Lebanon.

So, I turn to another aspect of the case,

the British shippers.

Why had they been so quiet right through the whole affair?

Why had there been no insurance investigation?

How had Mr. Parsons been shipped so discreetly back home?

Rather late in the day, I did some calculations

as to how much gold the container

could have actually been carrying.

It's been driving me mad.

How much?

Five million dollars worth.

If I get my head cut off I'll send you the bill.

By the way, Jack, I had some trouble with the car.

I think the plugs are dirty.

Now you tell me.

Also, can you see that man over there?

Yeah.

Did you know your apartment was under observation?

I thought not.

[ominous funky music]

[horn honking]

Hey!

[crash!]

Get off me!

My car!

I'm a bleeding cop!

[yelling] -My car!

All right!

[ominous music]

Hello, Bill.

It's nothing to do with those files, Jack.

Why is that, Bill?

Well someone's been through them, to start with.

And last night we had a fire.

Took all that corner of the room.

Very thorough, isn't it?

Yeah, and when you've got a moment,

I'd like a word about your interest in the case.

Not now.

City CID are over there, distinctly curious.

I'll have to humor them.

It's about a truck that was nicked in Turkey.

Story is, it was carrying gold, and your company insured it.

It's worth about five million dollars.

It's the first I've heard of it.

Well give us a ring at the office, Bill,

when the fire dies down.

Yeah, I will.

I've only been here two minutes.

The DAC tomorrow.

Just one question, sir,

have you and Abe Ken put my home under observation?

No, we haven not.

Go home.

I can't foresee any repercussions from this sooner.

[tires squeal]

Hello, George.

I thought this ground was taboo.

What did you find out at Rotherhithe?

They're all lying.

Art Beg's trying to put Carew in it.

Mrs. Carew was talked into it by Art Beg.

If that's all Thompson's case is,

you've got nothing to worry about.

Nah, there's more to it than that.

Did you talk to Carew?

Yeah, I told him about both of them.

He's marked their cards.

Did he mention anything about that post office job?

Oh yeah, he said,

"A big white bird is gonna come out of the sky

"and out of that is gonna jump lots of men

"with black faces."

Then he asked for a drink.

Did you give him one?

I told him it was your round.

[funky music]

Four pounds worth of four star, please.

Four, right.

You got a telephone?

Yeah, there's one in there.

And have a look at the engine, will you?

I'm having trouble starting it.

Yeah, all right.

Good afternoon.

Oh, all right then.

Hello, is Mr. Shebbeq there please?

It's for you.

Regan.

Ah,

Regan?

Listen, I've been down to the insurance office.

They've had a fire, and they're suspicious.

You'd be hard put to get anything out of them,

even with a warrant.

All right, I want you to go down to Beemax,

a transport company in Sussex.

They're the people who had Parsons under contract.

Jack, are you carrying?

I've got this hunch things are getting hot.

Shebbeq, would you stop talking like something

out of a Hollywood movie.

You know that fellow outside my flat?

Did you fix him?

He was a neighbor.

You fingered the wrong man.

Jack, will you please go down and see Beemax for me, huh?

Listen, how far is this investigation authorized?

Because I am now under two clouds.

Wild horses will not drag me to see Beemax.

[phone slams]

Do you want your stamps?

No, please, you keep them.

You were right, it wasn't starting.

I found the cause of the trouble.

Someone wired this to the dynamo.

I think it's a bomb.

It's got--

Look out it's a bomb, look out, look out!

Down!

[screaming]

[explosion]

[crying]

You all right mate?

Come on, calm down. Calm down.

It's all right.

Listen, why don't you go inside and phone the police.

Phone the police.

Will that be all?

I think so.

Any oil or water?

No.

What was that all about then, eh?

Don't worry about it.

Well who are you?

What's going on here?

- Look, when the police get here-- - No, wait a minute, I want an explanation.

When the police get here, give them this number

and tell them to ask for Sergeant Carter.

Sergeant Carter?

That's right.

[car sputters]

Well try it again!

[tense, upbeat music]

[truck engine]

I'm looking for--

Detective Inspector Regan?

Yeah.

What can I do for you?

I'm making inquiries about a truck you used last year.

It was owned by a Mr. Ollie Parsons.

The truck was stolen in Turkey.

The container was lost and never found.

What is your interest in the case?

I have reason,

I have reason to believe

that the container was carrying gold.

If that is the case, there may have been

a breach of customs regulations.

[engine revs]

Yes, the truck was carrying gold,

but I doubt whether we as carrier were breaking

any Bank of England rules.

See, all necessary permissions

were obtained before departure.

Of course, there might have been a few minor infringements

of customs papers at the frontier,

but I'm sure you'd be the first to admit

that would be a sensible precaution.

After all, we don't want to advertise to the world at large

one of our trucks carries gold.

Was it insured?

No.

Why was that?

Because I have an old-fashioned belief in security.

And I believe that insurance officers

are the weakest link in a security chain.

People get at their files.

What sort of operation do you run here?

Is it all high-risk cargoes?

Yes, we have been building a reputation in that direction.

You know how it is.

I spent a lot of time in the Middle East,

got to know quite a few Sheiks.

They tend to go for people who don't let them down.

Is any of your work government sponsored?

I mean by our side.

Of course not.

We're just a small private enterprise group

trying to earn an honest penny

in the face of a growing bureaucracy.

Of which, you represent today's example.

Tomorrow it may be that may, the day after that--

The Turkish police.

As far as they're concerned the case is closed.

Did you know that a senior Turkish police officer's

just come to London to reopen it?

No, I did not.

[engine starts]

Hello?

Did Shebbeq call?

[George] No, but everybody else did, hold on.

Yeah, someone called Kennedy rang,

complaining that you threw a bomb into his market garden

destroying a thousand pounds worth of cucumbers.

I thought it was raspberries?

[George] No, cucumbers.

Bomb squad rang, said to get in touch

with Detective Sergeant Chivers, he wants

to interview you about the same explosion.

Oh yeah, and one Alan Norman has filed a complaint

at Westgrove Nick.

Says you backed him out the street

and forced his car into an accident totally wrecking it.

Where are you?

[Regan] At the Turkish club.

Anything else?

I'll be down later.

[Regan] All right, you might as well bring Chivers with you.

See you.

Yeah, all right, ta.

[piano music]

Carew.

Known associates.

White bird.

[applause]

It's got to be a helicopter.

Sergeant Chivers.

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

Want a drink?

I'll have a scotch, if I may.

Two beers and a scotch, love.

I suppose you've seen the evening papers.

Yep.

Well, if you could just have word with the press office,

the papers seem to have got off on the wrong foot.

They always do, don't they.

Yeah, if you could just correct the impression

that you deliberately threw the device

in order to blow up his rhubarb.

I thought it was cucumbers.

No, no it was rhubarb on the 9:00 news.

There's also the question of

why you didn't stick around to assist the local police.

I was off in hot pursuit, wasn't I?

In a vehicle not equipped with RT.

Thank you, Helga.

Thank you very much.

Good health.

Cheers.

Tell me, who you do you think planted the device?

Leaving aside the obvious choice

that it was Detective Inspector Thompson,

I think it was meant for our Turkish friend.

Turkish?

Captain Shebbeq.

I lent him my car last night at 2:00 AM,

and when he brought it back this morning,

he said the engine was giving him trouble.

Where's he staying?

The Quebec, it's off Queen's Way.

Right.

I don't suppose you could tell me what he's doing

in this country?

He was making private inquiries of a confidential nature.

Oh, I see.

I usually find that blowing a man up

tends to draw an attention to his inquiries

rather than away from them.

It can be very counterproductive.

Do you think it could've been a warning?

You probably know more about the case than I do.

[Regan] Thank you.

They take life serious in the bomb squad, don't they.

Nah, it's just because he's Welsh.

When was Shebbeq due?

6:00.

Well he's either gone north to see United,

pulled a bird, or the geezers who planted the bomb

didn't miss a second time.

We're being studied through the window.

Yes?

Guv.

Mrs. Parsons, we're police officers.

[Mr. Parsons] Captain Shebbeq, he was here yesterday.

Come in.

Yeah, that's what we wanted to talk to you about.

Detective Inspector Regan, Detective Sergeant Carter.

You made that? Look at that, guv.

You like it?

[George] Yeah, little masterpiece, isn't it.

It's a Yank job.

Don't get nothing like that over here.

They take a real pride in their rigs.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Ooh, yes, thanks.

How much your rig cost, Ollie?

Everything.

It was the house, her inheritance, my savings,

over 20,000 pound.

Insured for theft weren't you?

The truck wasn't stolen, it was confiscated.

It was the cargo that were stolen.

What was the cargo?

I didn't know then, but I know now.

It was gold, wasn't it?

Yeah.

When'd you find that out, Ollie?

When I was inside.

I was inside for three months,

until finally Beemax bailed me out.

Took his time, didn't he?

I won't hear a word said against him.

He got us into the best hospitals.

None of this national health rubbish.

What did the doctor say was wrong with you?

I got some sort of cancer.

Thank you.

Give us some air, eh love.

Thank you.

What did the Turks charge you with?

Carrying an unauthorized cargo.

Nothing about gold.

The consul, he said when he come and visit me,

that I could go down for 15 years.

Well that frightened the life out of me, I can tell you.

I think that that was what it was

that brought the illness on.

Yeah, but if you were only driving the truck.

Does that matter in a Turkish court?

I mean, their argument is you're a rogue if you do know

and a bloody fool if you don't.

Then when Shebbeq turned up yesterday,

I thought here we go again.

They're gonna extradite me now in me wheelchair.

I started screaming for my lawyer, I tell you.

When was this?

Last night about 6:00.

You ever met him before?

Oh yeah, and his relatives.

Relatives?

That whole town is run by Shebbeq's uncles.

There's one who's a judge, the other one runs the police,

the third one own the the garage

where my rig was impounded, and a further--

Nicked the container?

Could be.

I think that was why the provincial governor sent for Shebbeq.

So he could suss it out, see whether any of them

were in on it or not.

At that point, his uncle was already

driving my truck around as if he already owned it.

I could see him from my window,

out in the harvest, hauling the bleeding threshes.

Well then it dawned on him that the container was not going to turn up.

Then he started getting nasty.

He said I knew something that I wasn't telling him about.

Well then he got someone back to Ankara,

and while he was in Ankara, Beemax sprung me.

The next I saw him was yesterday.

He come in through the window with a bottle of scotch

in his hand and says, "Hello, Ollie.

"I've come to resume our conversation.

"We got interrupted."

So I asked him about his uncles,

and he asked me about my illness,

and then we went through my story again point-for-point.

He finally disappeared about 3:00 this morning.

He was not sober.

What about this bastards who put the gold on board?

At the time I wanted their heads.

I told Beemax that.

But Beemax said to me, "Let me talk to the geezers,

"see if they'll come across with a bit of bread,

"so that certain wheels might be oiled."

That way at least you get out of Turkey alive.

He gave me 24 hours to make up my mind.

During that 24 hours, the doctor did not visit,

my bedpan disappeared, there was no food.

I can't tell you what it was like.

You were intimidated.

I was terrified.

And when Beemax did turn up the next day,

I just said to him, get me out of here.

And eventually he did.

Meanwhile, Beemax is probably playing

the same game with other drivers.

Oh please.

I can't stand that high moral tone.

I'm sitting here worrying about dying,

and you're sitting there getting into a hot flush

about someone transporting little yellow bricks

from London to Turkey.

I mean it's like Ludo, isn't it!

If that was a regular run, he could be

blowing a hole in this country big enough to sink it.

It's very hard for me sitting here

to think of it like that.

[Turkish music]

[coins drop]

[machine buzzes]

Where the hell have you been?

Making my inquiries.

You know a bomb nearly went off underneath my car.

Told you this case was important.

Here, this came for you.

Thank you.

Do you know what they're trying to do to me up there?

They're about to put me through the shredder.

Well, don't worry, it's been steamed open.

It's my recall.

Surprise, surprise.

What did you find out?

Have you checked out Beemax?

Yeah, he's the sort of paramilitary type, you know.

You mean he's working for your government?

I dunno, anybody could be funding him.

He sticks out like an Andy blazer at a Jewish wedding.

Beemax is not shipping gold out to the Middle East.

He's shipping plutonium.

The iron oxide variety.

It was Ollie's illness which confirmed my suspicions.

He must have come in contact with it,

not on this trip, but sometime in the past.

You mean he's made more than one trip?

I mean this could be a perfectly legitimate operation,

but run undercover.

On the other hand, it could be very dirty.

Well, everybody want their own bomb.

If you're a sheik, and you ain't got your own bomb,

then you're a nobody, right?

What you thinking about?

I'm thinking about my pension.

Listen, Jack, let us go back and see Beemax again.

Let's go and see Ollie Parsons first.

If Ollie Parsons has got radiation sickness,

there's gotta be some reason why

they're letting him rot away out here.

[door knocking]

Hello?

[dramatic funk music]

[car door slam]

[gun cocking]

Where'd you get that from, Portobello Road?

[helicopter buzzes]

[Megaphone MacFarlane] Regan, what the blazes

are you doing mucking about on my patch?

Get back to London and report to your commander.

You've no business blundering around the countryside

getting in other people's way.

This job is nothing to do with you.

Out of here.

And take that pint-sized Turk with you.

And put that bloody book down.

It's not yours.

Up yours, MacFarlane!

[Megaphone MacFarlane] You're not wanted.

Go home.

[car engine revving]

[Shebbeq] Who was he?

[Regan] In our terminology, he's one of the funnies.

[Shebbeq] Funny?

[Regan] Yeah, one of the people

who live in Whitehall and start wars.

Last I heard of him, he was seen running

out of a bank in Belfast with a bag of money

in one hand and a gun in the other

shouting, "Don't shoot, I'm on your side."

Claimed later he was infiltrating the IRA.

Ah, you mean intelligence.

We can't win them all can we?

They'll crucify me.

You still got your three pensions, haven't you?

One for each wife.

I have a confession to make.

I am not a Muslim.

I am a Christian, like yourself.

In my car in Ankara, I have three pictures,

one of Saint Anthony, one of the Virgin,

and one of Nobby Stiles.

Oh well, he's a great footballer.

A name to conjure with.

A man of determination and guts.

If we could but emulate him.

Where are you now, Nobby,

when we most need you?

Captain Shebbeq came to this country

to make certain inquiries into stolen vehicles.

His zeal in that regard is not in question.

But when he turns his mission

into some piece of derring-do.

He went too far.

Yes sir.

You're no fool, Jack.

You must have realized this was a political matter

and that you had need of advice.

Well the whole thing got off at half cock.

I thought we were investigating one thing, when in fact--

This is the statement issued by the security executive.

"Consignments of plutonium are being shipped

"to certain Arab states.

"These shipments, for obvious reasons, are made undercover.

"Police authorities are requested not take action

"before consulting the appropriate security department."

With MacFarlane booming down at me from 2,000 feet,

"Back off Regan"?!

Is that a consultation?

Whether it's 2,000 feet or ground level,

that's exactly what you're being told.

You mean you're telling me?

I'm ordering you to cease your inquiries.

And what about that bomb in my car?

I just think you're bloody lucky

you weren't inside when it went off.

[emergency team chatter]

[police radio chatter]

[phone ringing]

Regan.

[George] Guv'nor, I thought I ought to tell you,

they've done the main post office at Bar Lane.

Now half the London fire brigade are here,

the whole of C Division, and God's arrived.

They left hell of a mess. They blew up half the building.

And just for good measure,

the getaway car drove through half the habitat score

and out the front at a hundred miles an hour.

The latest score is a quarter of a million,

and that's without stamps, postal orders,

registered letters, that sort of thing.

That's just money.

Hang on a minute, George.

- Are you all right? - Yeah [Coughing]

Tell me, did anyone see the car?

The nightwatchman.

He couldn't really miss it, it ran him down.

From his description, it was a white Jaguar.

They landed on the roof in a stolen helicopter.

Schwarzers?

No, but blacked up like a minstrel show.

I feel like the prophet Isaiah come out of the wilderness.

[George] Can I quote you on that, guv'nor?

No, you can't.

Where's Thompson?

Well, he's in Edinburgh playing golf.

I should imagine he's on the milk train back now,

in a state of shock.

Now, now, we mustn't gloat, Sergeant Carter.

It's not every day that a man gets

a direct tip from providence, is it?

You coming down, guv?

What me?

I'm on holiday, aren't I.

No, I'll come back when I'm sent for.

♪ You'll be okay, you'll be a star ♪

♪ And you can sing as good as Bing ♪

[Radio Announcer] Car C and joining divisions

at ten C, post office Bar Lane. Post office, Bar Lane.

Robbery, white Jaguar.

Repeat, white Jaguar.

No further details.

Seen leaving.

If located, stop, search, and interrogate occupants.

May contain large quantities of stolen money...

Vindicated.

[Radio Announcer] All traffic units,

close off streets in area one quarter mile...

Reagan?!

Look do you want me to wear this all night?!

Or can I get to bed without it?

Well of course darling, take it off.

I just thought it might keep you warm.

That's all.

Robbery, post office. Bar lane. White Jaguar.

Repeat, White Jaguar.

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

Mellllllllow Sweeney Theme