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Resync And Corrections By Chuck

[floor creaking]

[suspenseful music]

[metal clanks]

I've rang the law!

You hear?

I've rang the law just now.

They'll be here soon.

You better make yourself scarce.

[metal clanks]

Money?

You want money?

I got money!

I got money!

You!

[The Sweeney Theme]

I'm getting too old for all night hobbos.

Yeah you need your mug of cocoa

and your continental quilt.

Five weeks to sort this job up

and some daisy from division screws it up in five minutes.

I tell ya what, uncle Frank--

There's never any clean glasses in this place!

Haskins gone mad when he hears what happened.

What?

He'll be chasing us so hard,

our bleeding ears will be smoking.

You want breakfast?

Certainly.

Wine-ish.

Oh, I've met some by-the-book bastards but that station's Super.

Oh, he's all sort of buttons and fallen arches isn't he?

He even talks in triplicate.

I need a bath.

Couple more of these, you won't notice.

I will.

See ya later.

Try and get your head down eh?

Oh dear.

[shoes thump]

[car screeches]

[footsteps thumping]

[doorbell ringing]

Come on, come on.

[doorbell ringing]

All right.

David Holmes?

Is he in?

Who wants to know?

Detective Sergeant Cree, Detective Constable Feast.

Is he in?

Look I have a warrant here to search these premises.

Well there must be some mistake.

It's no mistake, lady.

Neighbors must be enjoying this.

I'll have a written apology about this.

From your guv'nor.

Well, well, who's this then?

Warren Beatty, pops in every now and then for breakfast.

Who the hell are you?

Finish your Frosties.

Who are they mum?

The local likely lads.

Where were you at approximately 10 o'clock last night?

-Out. -Where?

Around, on my bike.

What is all this then?

On your magical, mystery tour,

were you anywhere near Turner's Furniture?

No.

I have a very dependable witness says you were.

No.

He saw you leaving the rear entrance.

Who?

Who saw me?

What were you doing there?

Well, I wasn't.

Mr. Turner is in hospital.

Yeah well--

With a broken skull.

It's not down to me, I mean, I didn't touch him.

Ask Turner.

You were there?

Turner will tell you.

He's still unconscious.

I had an appointment.

Who is this Turner?

He's a money lender.

What was this appointment about?

I never touched the scruffy old sod.

You went to Ray's alone?

Turned you down?

I didn't touch him.

Gospel, May.

Satisfied?

You must be joking, missus, start upstairs,

I'll stay down here with chummy.

Right.

'Scuse me.

Don't make it worse than it is, missus.

[phone ringing]

Hmm?

Who?

Look son, I've been on me pins for 29 hours.

Up the report!

Tell him to go and count his paperclips!

[suspenseful music]

500.

It was legitimate loan.

You said Turner refused.

Yeah, well, got confused didn't I?

And why was it hidden?

I mean, if it was legitimate.

Get your shoes on son.

Tell him the truth Davey, if you've done nothing--

He may not be back tonight.

You lay one finger on him--

It isn't like that now missus.

Haven't you heard, it's all psychology.

[upbeat rhythmic funky music]

[groaning]

Davey!

After him!

Davey!

Davey!

Davey!

Davey!

Davey!

[car screeches]

[car horn blares]

[car horn blares]

[car screeches]

[car roaring]

Bloody hell!

[doorbell buzzing]

Bloody hell.

Yeah?

[May] It's May.

[buzzing]

Hello love.

[May] Oh I'm sorry Jack, I didn't know you'd be asleep.

No, that's all right.

What's up?

Look, look I'll come back.

No, no, come in, come on.

The place is a bit of a tip, I haven't a chance to clear up.

I've been out all night.

You never change, Jack.

[coughing]

Put the kettle on, love.

[coughing]

Oh dear.

[water splashing]

What's up love?

I suppose I shouldn't have come really--

Trouble?

Davey.

He's always been a good kid.

He's never been in any kind of trouble, not even juvenile.

Yeah I know, May.

I suppose it was because his father died in prison,

kept him straight.

What's happened?

Two of them come, Detective Sergeant Cree--

Cree?

You know him?

Of him.

Well somebody's done this old bloke

who owns furniture shop, Turner.

Oh that old Shylock.

Oh it's bad, Jack.

He's got a broken skull and he's still unconscious.

They found 500 quid on Davey's bike.

Davey swears it's a loan from Turner, legal.

I believe him.

I know he's telling the truth, I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Why did he need the money?

Won't say.

Must be in some kind of bother some way or other.

And it must be bad if he won't tell me.

They got him down the nick?

No, he did a bunk didn't he?

Pushed Cree, and off he went.

Well that's a great way to prove yourself innocent, innit?

Bang a DS then have it on your toes.

Look I tried to stop him.

You got any idea where he is?

No and I'm worried sick--

[Blabbering]

Hey.

I shouldn't troubling you with all this.

Listen, listen, I remember a few years ago

when it was the other way around.

When Kate left me.

If it hadn't been for you,

I would've ended up in the gutter

with a bottle in brown paper.

Oh we was lonely Jack.

See you get home, sit by the phone.

If Davey rings, you try and arrange a meet.

Me and him, okay?

Thanks.

[engines roaring]

[bikes zooming]

I dunno where he is, Mr. Regan.

No ideas?

Anywhere, I mean anywhere.

has he got a bird?

Davey?

He puts it about a bit.

Anyone special?

Oh they're all special on the night, aren't they?

When did you see him last?

Monday, down the Pheasam, we're in the arrows team.

How did he seem?

All right.

Just all right?

I'm sorry, Mr. Regan.

I can't help you, I would if I could, do you know that?

I mean Davey's me best mate but he said nothing to me,

only what May told me.

Look, if he gets in touch with ya--

He won't.

Why not?

Well, I mean he's away isn't he?

When it sorts itself out, he'll be back, simple.

Suppose he banged Turner and that money is bent.

Nah, no way.

So sure?

Well, I know Davey, that's not his bag.

You should know, Mr. Regan.

You knew his old man, what happened.

Davey's so straight,

he wouldn't put a washer in a parking meter.

Neither would his old man, once.

[car screeches]

Shop!

We ain't frying yet, come back!

You do have a way with people, Len.

What do you want?

What's your manner was the slagger dip a mile.

I like visiting old friends.

Yeah well you know what I think of the Sweeney.

And me in particular?

So jump off.

[machinery clanking]

How would you like your head rammed in that chipper?

What do you want?

That's better.

Well?

Where's Davey?

But why ask me, ask May.

You two still not talking?

We got nothing to talk about.

The day Bobby died in the nick,

we got nothing to talk about.

You're wrong lad, it wasn't May's fault.

Bring the blame to Bobby and maybe you.

Me?

You could've kept him on the straight,

he'd done anything you told him.

He married a scrubber.

She wanted it all, didn't she?

The cars, the gear.

Out every night, she wasn't saint stride, with a drink

with a few friends in a nice boozer.

She had to drag him out to clubs.

You knew what he was getting into,

why didn't you talk to him?

You think I didn't bloody try?

When she started bending his ears, spending his money,

he ain't got no time for me.

Skinny Len, always smells of grease.

That's what he called me once, me own brother.

Look Len, I didn't come here to

have a bull and a cull with ya, Davey's in bother.

I wanna help him.

Yeah like you did Bobby.

Like I tried.

You just fancied his old woman.

You don't listen, do ya?

You don't learn.

You don't wanna know the truths.

You're not worth bothering with.

I saw him last Saturday, after the match.

I knew something was wrong.

Bloody knew.

Did he say anything?

He's a strange lad.

Keeps it all inside, just like his old man.

What's happened?

Old man Turner.

That old bastard.

Someone put him in intensive care.

They found 500 quid hidden on his bike at May's place.

Davey wouldn't do a thing like that.

Davey's done a hobman's.

Silly little bastard.

If he wanted money, he could come to me, he knew that.

Yeah but like you say, he's a strange lad.

May thinks the money was straight,

that's why she came to see me.

Why did he scarper then?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Where do I get in touch with you?

Just in case?

Here.

Ta.

Just ring it and they'll know where to contact me.

Regan?

As far as cozzers go, you ain't the worst.

-[engine revving] -[upbeat music]

[children chattering]

[engines roaring]

[door slams]

MP, this is Oscar three, one.

Give me a car to car with Oscar 24.

[Shoe Scuffing]

You were right guv'nor, he left just after you,

that's his bike.

It's the first floor there, yellow door.

Yeah May used to live in these flats

when Davey was a nipper.

There he goes.

Alone.

[suspenseful music]

Let him go.

[engine revving]

I'd cut out the spuds if I were you.

Relaxed muscle, Sergeant.

Hello, son.

What's that, your last will and testament?

Note for May.

She'd rather see you.

You follow Don?

It wasn't very hard.

So what happens?

Well that all depends.

On what?

The next 10 minutes.

Yeah but whatever I say, you ain't gonna believe me.

Come on, you know better than that, son.

Look, when I left Turner, he was as healthy as you

and on his feet.

All right.

For the moment, just for the moment,

let's say I accept that.

I accept that that 500 quid was straight.

A legitimate loan.

What was it for, Davey?

Why did you need 500 so bad,

you had to go a thieving old Shylock like Turner?

If you wanted it that bad, Len would've let you have it.

May would've found it from somewhere, if only you told them.

Listen son, I've been around trouble long enough

to be able to smell it and you are in bother,

and I wanna help you if I can.

You promise not to tell May?

Go on.

Well there's this chick, see?

She's pregnant.

Money was to pay for an abortion.

It's not a knitting needle in a pint of gin anymore,

I mean it costs.

Private clinic, discreet.

If anyone was to find out, her father would kill her.

-What's her name? -Jill.

-Surname? -Can't tell ya that.

Why didn't you tell your mother?

She's not exactly the type to have hysterics over

something like that, is she?

I dunno.

Just couldn't face her.

Have you got a fag?

Oi, oi!

Come here sunshine!

You're getting too heavy, son.

Yeah well never trust a copper, thats what I say.

Sounds like uncle Len's party piece.

Yeah well he's bloody right, isn't he?

What are we gonna do about him, guv?

He's frightened Jack

and I don't just mean the Turner business.

Is there anything you're not telling me, May?

I wish there was Jack.

I'm not gonna try again.

Oh, it's no use, I know Davey when he's like this.

He's just like Bob,

if there's something he don't wanna tell ya, that's it.

He's boxing me in, May.

I know.

Can't let him go.

I understand, Jack.

Maybe he'll be safer down the nick anyway

for the time being.

It's all happening again Jack.

I've been through all this once with Bob.

Take it easy, love.

I don't think I can take it again.

Bobby was bent.

Davey's different.

That's what I thought, now I dunno,

maybe I was just kidding myself.

I mean, all these lies he's been telling.

I thought I knew him, maybe I don't.

Maybe he did--

Do Turner?

Well he had a go at Cree and you.

If it's any consolation, May,

I don't think he laid a finger on Turner.

But I still got to take him in.

You do what you have to do Jack.

I know you tried, thanks.

You want to come with us?

No, no, I don't wanna go in that nick again.

Too many bad memories, too many ghosts.

I'll just catch the bus.

[car engine turning over]

If you weren't who you are,

I'd kick your arse up to your shoulder blades.

[car roaring]

Get him out of here.

Hang about, he's our prisoner.

Thanks, uncle Jack.

What's your game, Regan?

This is our case.

I don't play games, Sergeant.

You're out of order, Inspector and you know it.

We nicked him first.

First on the scene, remember?

And first to lose him as well, remember?

Has Turner regained consciousness?

I don't make official complaints Inspector Regan,

I sort my own and so is my own way

and I'm telling you straight,

you and your Sergeant are not welcome

in my nick or on my patch.

Your nick?

That's right, ask anyone.

Oh, we got an empire builder here, George.

Call for ya.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Constable Feast will show you out.

They're unbelievable, those two.

We've only just started.

Yeah, I thought so.

Now look, George, this is personal

so if you want to get yourself--

Nah leave it out, guv'nor.

I mean, what else is there?

Well--

I mean apart from the Tottenham bank raid.

The Streatham warehouse blag.

Yeah that Brentford business.

The Willesden shooting.

Your pension.

Old uncle Frank Haskins and all.

-[car roaring] -[car screeches]

Guv?

Eight, six, six, six, 16A.

Hungry?

I can go with bacon sarnie.

This got anything to do with the house?

No, it's not Davey's front door key.

Are you sure?

16A.

I enjoyed that sandwich.

[chuckles]

This appointment with Mr. Turner, when was it made?

The day, Wednesday.

How was it made?

On the phone.

Remember the number?

No, I don't remember that, I got it from the book.

Oh no you didn't.

The number was changed three weeks ago.

It's not listed in the directory yet.

That's right so what..

I rung the old number, got nothing so I rung direct with

enquiries and they gave me the new number, all right?

You've got a bad memory son.

It's very convenient.

Look, you, I had an appointment for 9.30 on Friday.

What at the back door?

Yeah, well yeah, all the front was locked.

But the lights were on?

They were on.

In the shop?

I think so, yes.

What's your job, son?

Job?

Work.

I'm an electrician.

Ah.

So you know your way around a lighting diagram eh?

Course.

Yeah, so what's that meant to mean then?

The lights in the shop were out.

A fuse had been removed from the main box.

This is bloody ridiculous.

Good afternoon, could I speak to Mr.--

Can I help you?

Mr. Ashcroft?

On the phone.

Have an appointment?

Police.

Have you got the Park Cresham contract?

Mr. Ashcroft?

Yes, what can I do for you?

In your office please, sir.

Oh yes, of course.

See we're not disturbed, Mr. Chesham.

Can you identify this key sir?

My sergeant has made extensive enquiries.

Yeah it is one of yours, you ordered four.

I've checked with the lock maker.

Yes, yes, we sold the property for a client

just over a year ago.

We had extra keys for viewing.

The address?

It was a garden flat.

Just a minute.

That garden flat, 16A, was is Freeman Street?

Place, Freeman Place.

Is there something wrong?

Who was your client?

A Miss Peterson, she retired to Eastbourne.

And who was it sold to?

A Mr. Matthews, sir.

Paid cash.

Previous address?

Of course but inspector I really do think some sort of--

The address, please.

The Freeman Place file, could you bring it in please?

[typewriter clacking]

Mr. Ronald Matthews,

I have two previous addresses,

one in London and one in Canada.

Thank you.

He was a pleasant sort of man.

And he paid cash?

A banker's draft, everything completely bonafide.

I really do think--

Thank you.

I really do think some sort of explanation--

Thank you for your time.

[typewriter clacking]

Have you found that contract?

Mr. Jessop?

It was completed yesterday.

What security did you give?

A logbook of my bike.

What's it worth?

600 quid.

Mr. Turner accepted it?

Well I didn't have anything else.

What did he do with it?

Put it on the desk.

What was the money for?

That's my business.

I've made it mine, son.

You must've needed that money bad.

So bad that when Mr. Turner refused to give it--

Look, he didn't refuse, right.

You told us he did this morning.

Yeah well I--

After we found the money.

I explained--

Mr. Turner's office was search thoroughly,

there was no logbook, no small notebook,

no locked drawer, no nothing.

Look!

Look, he give me the money right?

I signed a receipt, he took the receipt,

he wrote something in the little book,

he took the little book, the receipt

and put it in a drawer, right?

You said he left it on the desk.

Then.. he did.

So he didn't lock the logbook away with the notebook.

I don't know, I don't remember.

What do you think constable?

You think chummy here is telling the truth?

I think chummy's a lying little toerag,

just like his old man was.

Constable Feast is a very patient man.

I am a very patient man.

Isn't that true, Constable Feast?

Patience of an oyster, Sergeant Cree.

[knocking]

Sit down.

It's the old boy, Turner.

Message just come through from the hospital.

[birds chirping]

[doorbell ringing]

[suspenseful music]

[door rattles]

[engine roaring]

[knocking]

Jack?

Listen if we're caught in here without a search warrant,

it's your turn in the barrel all right?

Come on.

Two coffee cups in the kitchen, two wine glasses,

clean towels in the bathroom, cigarette ends,

his and hers.

Nookie time?

Yeah young Davey's been practicing

his postural variations with someone.

That's right.

You check Matthews out?

Yeah he's been in Canada for eight months, Toronto.

His sister looks after the key.

Sheila.

And?

Well on the 18th day of July, 1969,

she got married in the Fulham Registry Office

to one Richard Lewis Martin.

Rick Martin.

Who is currently doing three for robbery.

And should be doing life for murder.

[car screeches]

[doors slam]

Where's Cree?

He's eating.

I need to talk to the kid, it's important,

nothing to do with your enquiries.

Haven't you heard?

What?

Old man Turner regained consciousness.

He's identified his assailant.

Some nut cracked him over the head

and snatched all his papers.

Couldn't make the repayments.

Where's Davey?

He was released an hour ago, with the money.

[gentle acoustic music]

[birds chirping]

-Felix. -[dog whimpering]

I'm sorry I'm late.

I didn't think you was coming.

The car wouldn't start.

I don't use it much.

Not here.

Someone might see us.

Why couldn't we meet at the flat?

Reasons.

What reasons?

Davey?

What's the matter, what's happened?

Please Davey, are you in trouble?

We're in trouble.

Oh god.

You mean, someone's found out about us?

But, how?

We were so, so careful.

How Davey, who?

A face called Jessop.

Who's he?

He's a fella from the estate agents that did the deal

with your brother.

The flat?

Yeah well that's why we can't go there.

But how?

He saw me leaving the flat so he waited and watched

and saw you and I coming and going.

But I mean--

He recognized you, who you are.

So he went home, last week he rung me up

and said we should meet.

You didn't tell me.

You didn't say.

What did he want?

I told him to get lost at first, but then,

see Sheila, he mentioned Rick.

He said, he said, he'll get word to him if I didn't--

What did he want?

He wanted £500 to keep his mouth shut.

Well pay it Davey, pay him off, Davey, pay him.

It won't stop at £500 Sheila.

I don't care, pay him anything.

If Rick ever finds out, you don't know him.

He's mad, he'll have us both killed.

Look ,the bastard, I'll pay him off, right?

Here's the money.

I'll drive you.

No Sheila, look.

Go back home, relax, pour yourself a drink

and I'll ring you all right?

Davey.

I love you.

Love you too.

[car engine revving]

[car horn honking]

[dog whimpering]

Hello Mrs. Martin.

I was taking the dog for a run.

You'll have to watch it round here.

He might get eaten by the squirrels.

Move over.

What?

Mr. Martin suggested I have a quiet word

with you and your friend.

I can explain.

I'm sure you can.

No, I can.

You see, he works at the garage that services the car.

He likes American cars, he's got this thing about them--

Mrs. Martin.

Please.

I know who he is.

Leave him alone!

You bastard!

I don't wanna hurt you Mrs. Martin.

Mr. Martin gave explicit instructions

you were not to be hurt.

You are hurting me.

Sorry.

What are you doing?

Starting the car.

You're going away on a holiday,

Mr. Martin thought you needed a holiday.

I want to see Rick.

He doesn't want to see you, not just now.

He's cross with you.

It's not what you think.

I don't think, Mrs. Martin.

I just do what I'm paid for.

Davey and me--

Good looking fella.

I knew his father.

We weren't--

Spain.

Mr. Martin though Spain.

He said you liked Spain.

All that sun.

Rick Martin?

He couldn't!

Davey couldn't be that insane to mess Rick Martin's wife.

Can't see it any other way.

Ta.

She must be 10 years older than him.

Have you ever seen her?

No.

She was a model.

Attractive?

Very.

Well, I know Davey was in trouble

but I didn't know it was nothing like this.

What did he want the 500 for?

No abortion costs that much.

Unless he was taking her to Switzerland.

Yeah he could be planning to take her somewhere.

Yeah, that'll be like handcuffing yourself

to a time bomb wouldn't it?

You could just be right though.

Get over to that flat, see if he's there.

With her, the cow.

Takes two to tango, May.

He's only a boy.

Well, get word of her drum.

If she's not with him, maybe she knows where he is.

Right, I'm on me bike.

We'll sort it out somehow.

All the nice girls around

and he has to shack up with that one.

Stay by the phone.

Find him Jack.

Jessop?

Jessop?

Where are ya?

Jessop!

I've got the money, Jessop.

Jessop.

Mr. Jessop sends his apologies.

Not feeling too well.

Something to do with his legs.

You--

Ambitious, Mr. Jessop.

He tried to sell me some information.

Dirt.

Real dirt.

I decided not to pay for it.

I knew your old man.

He fancied himself with the duties.

Who are you?

Let's just say I mind Mr. Martin's interests

while he's indisposed.

He'll be home in 10 months with his wife and friend.

Won't that be nice?

We haven't even started our little chat

and you're already wanting to leave.

Now that's not polite.

[doorbell ringing]

She's not in!

Mrs. Martin.

Any idea where she went, love?

I'm afraid not.

When did she leave?

A little while ago with a friend.

A man in a car.

She'd a case with her.

A case?

A suitcase and she'd been crying.

Thank you.

I remember going to the prison hospital

just before Bob died.

They were very nice, they let me stay.

He didn't know me.

Just sat there, thinking, remembering.

We had some good times, eh Jack?

Do you remember Pinky Fletcher's party?

[laughs]

That's going back a bit, innit?

You weren't around then, George.

No, sounds like I missed out.

Bob and Jack dressed up like a couple of tarts.

I've always fancied him myself you know?

They went outside, we were killing ourselves.

My sister Dot nearly fell out the window watching them.

She'd done a bottle on her own.

It was this miserable old geezer widower,

owned the corner shop.

Saya!

Blind as a bat, he wore bins like bottle lens.

They swarmed in to buy a packet of fags--

[laughs]

He only tried to pull Bobby.

[laughs]

[doorbell ringing]

Davey?!

Davey!

Davey!

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Davey!

No, no, Davey!

Ambulance, 19 Melroy Road, Acton and fast.

[sobbing]

Oh my god!

Oh god!

He's only a boy.

Only a kid!

Why, Jack?

Why?!

[sobbing]

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

Mellow Yellow Sweeney Theme