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[Stutters] Going for a slash, Dick.

[Dick] Okay Brian.

[dramatic music]

[Thug] Touch the radio and I'll blow his head off.

Tell him to open up.

[Stuttering] Open up.

[Shotdunned] [Free-Word Accociation Game]

[Man whistles]

[shotgun blasts]

[Thug] Move it!

[Walther P-38 Fires]

On your toes!

Drive!

The Sweeney Finalé !!!

[Stammers] He had this plaster on the right.

Tell a lie, on the left.

Look, Miss, er, do you mind?

All right, Viv.

Driffield, Sonia Driffield, Evening Clarion.

Yes, well a statement will be issued

by county headquarters later this afternoon.

But the security man is now conscious?

Uh, yes.

Has he identified his attackers, Mr. Canning?

You do have our press officer's number, Miss Driffield?

Will you be calling in the Yard, chief superintendent?

What?

Well you've spent three weeks getting nowhere.

It isn't a matter of..

My chief constable has not felt it necessary

to call in the Metropolitan Police.

But you will be doing so?

No buts.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Sonia] Nice one, Viv.

[Haskins] Where's Jack?

He's down the Bailey.

It's the Letchmore bank job.

Yes, of course.

Here, guv'nor, where were you in May '68?

Hendon, DI's course, I think.

Ah, it says here, "It is alleged that CID officers

"serving in a west London sub-division during the period

"May to August 1968 accepted bribes

"totalling 15,000 pounds."

How did you get on, Jack?

Badly, the jury threw it out.

You're joking.

Cyril Edwin Raynor,

clearly identified in the Letchmore branch

of the National Mercia Bank with a shotgun in one hand

and 5,000 grands worth of used fivers in the other,

is now walking tall and free.

The ID parade.

Yeah, Raynor's QC, what's his name?

The Old Etonian, he's a Tribunite MP.

Harrington-Smythe?

Yeah, something like that.

He gets the girl cashier in the box

and tears her to shreds.

Bloody ridiculous, Raynor's got more form

than Charlie Peace.

Try telling that to your left-wing intellectuals,

they reckon we're persecuting them.

Er, Jack--

I really don't know why we bother.

Hello, Colin?

No, no, it's all right, no.

What do you want?

One law for us, one for everybody else?

We've got that already.

[Man] Rubbish, Jack.

Look, tell him George Carter's on his way over.

Yeah, cheers.

[Frank] They're villains. [Jack] That's what I mean, some grass--

[knock at door]

Come in, Kev.

Who?

Oh, sorry, George.

Are you done those pictures for us yet?

No, it's been all go here this week.

Me sister, that beauty competition, I promised me mum.

She hates Everton.

Hang about, I did do some of them.

Oh, that's nice.

♪ Walk on, walk on ♪

♪ With hope in your heart ♪

Huddersfield?

♪ And you'll never walk ♪

Cor, blimey, it must cost a fortune

having you slapping around, smudging everyone.

Aren't you afraid of being a cutback in public expenditure?

Bloody terrified!

[George chuckles]

Lovely bristols.

[George] Who?

Skin and blister.

Oh, yeah, takes after my dad.

They're nice, aren't they? Cheers.

Listen, look, one at the bottom, who's that?

[Carl] Oh, the stout party with the bins?

[George] No, no, the one bloke next to him with the dodgy hooter.

Dunno.

Don't know?

What did you take 400 pictures then?

Bernie Strauss's latest wedding.

What is he, a child molester?

No, fence.

I've clocked him before, though.

Who, Tubby?

Yeah, he hangs around a little drinker in Fulham.

You couldn't do us a favor, could you?

Smash up a couple of blow-ups of him?

[Carl] For your mum?

Yeah, she likes a man with a mustache, see?

Steve Heighway's got a mustache.

Tommy Smith.

Tommy smith, he's got a mustache an all.

I'll write it up straightaway, 'guv, promise.

Promises, promises.

He's driving me bleedin' potty,

he wants a report on that Burton Street blag.

Listen, 'guvnor, have a butcher's at these.

Yeah, hang about, George.

Ah, I must have chucked the bastards.

Look, have a look.

That's bloody Canning.

[George] Eh?

You remember that blag was only half a mile

outside the MPD.

He couldn't bring himself

to ask us for help though, could he?

Who are you talkin' about?

Canning.

County DCS, he was a skipper with me on O division.

He was a pain in the arse then as well.

No, no, look.

Look at those, that and that.

That Colin Anderson, C11 smudger,

he reckons Tubby here has been showing out.

Which is more than you can say about Haskins report.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Carl] I reckon they bunged the rest meself.

What, the World championship?

Leave it out.

He couldn't have gone five rounds with a geriatric gerbil.

Hold on.

No?

No.

No one's gonna persuade me that fight wasn't bent, 'guv.

How much did you have on?

50 quid.

You mean it wasn't bent your way.

I wouldn't mind but I borrowed the money

off me bird's old lady.

Hang about.

[camera shutter clicks]

That's him, innit?

We're off.

Ta-ra now.

14 De Montford Street.

[Man On Radio] 14, got it.

Ronnie Harries.

Not exactly Mr Big, Jack.

[Jack] No?

No.

Nominal index man, no real form.

He came into the frame for arranging plates,

our lads couldn't stick it on him though.

He's got a little motor accessory shop

at the end of the high street.

Anything else I should know?

No, not really.

If you want my opinion,

he's too scared of his missus to do anything really naughty.

A real old boiler, 17 stone and strict Catholic.

Well, thanks.

You fancy anything for the big one?

Silver Bear's worth a few quid at Chepstow.

Yeah?

Is that right, Bill?

Dave got a yankee up?

Yeah, just over 200 quid.

[Jack] There he is, Ronald Tottenham Harries.

Tottenham?

The world doesn't end at Stamford Bridge you know, George.

[George] Do you reckon she's had an accident?

[Jack] No, but he's just about to.

After him, Bill.

Ringer?

Let's give him a pull.

[smooth jazz music]

[tires squeal]

[brakes screech]

What we got in there, son?

Plates.

Picking them up for this geezer.

What geezer?

I dunno, just a geezer,

said there'd be a drink in it for me.

Where? Where'd you meet him?

Up the road.

Don't muck me about, son.

He came up to me and said, "Do you want to earn a few quid?"

Was he covered in grass and talking with a Geordie accent?

You what?

According to our computer,

these plates were issued to a diesel powered lawn mower

belonging to the Northumberland County Council.

All right, earn your drink, sunshine.

On your bike.

I'm gettin' too old for this game, 'guv.

After him, George.

Do what?

Follow him.

He's not gonna go anywhere now, is he?

Wanna take a vote on it?

Most of them are cash sales, you see.

Yeah, yeah.

What kept you?

You had the car, didn't you?

Remember?

What happened?

He chucked these and legged it.

He's fitter than he looked.

Pack in the fags, mate.

Thank you, 'guv.

What did you do, dial 999?

Frank Haskins has decided

I've been keeping things too much to myself.

You are aware, of course,

you should record all sales of number plates?

Sure, sure, yeah.

How about these?

Oh, I did these this morning.

Haven't had time to log them mind,

uh-uh a lad collected them.

[Whistles]

-Did you check the number was legitimate? -Yeah well uhh--

Did you have a written order?

No, no, it was a phone call.

Oh, I wrote it down, didn't I? Just a minute.

Did you get a name?

Did the man on the phone give you his name?

Yes, yes it was, er, oh, er,

it was on that piece of paper, wasn't it?

Do you recall any of these numbers?

No, sorry, er, are they special?

They were used in connection with armed robberies.

No!

Who are you with there, Mr Harries?

Oh, I dunno, I think he was hanging about

outside the registry office when we came out.

I see.

Er, any time I can help.

Confirmation of what I expected, Mr. Haskins.

The injured driver could not possibly identify

the man in the photograph of Harries as his assailant.

That doesn't mean Harries isn't at it.

That's true, but it does mean

it's gonna be awfully difficult to prove

he was involved in my security van blag.

But we've only just started.

The MET may have the time and money

to squander on the intuitive whims

of individual detective inspectors, my constabulary has not.

Yeah, all right, but we've only just--

Jack, I think what the chief superintendent--

No, it's all right, Mr. Haskins,

I favor having things out in the open.

There are no marks for trying, you should know that, Jack.

Frankly, I think that a lot of time and energy

could've been saved had I been appraised

of your notions earlier.

Notions?

I take your point, sir.

Quite.

Well, Mr. Haskins, let's hope the next time we meet

it'll be under, shall we say,

more constructive circumstances.

Gentlemen.

You don't have to take that from a polisher like him, Frank.

What do you suggest I do, Jack?

Punch him in the head

or will it be all right if I just tell him to get knotted?

I was with him as a skipper out at Exmoor,

he couldn't even catch a cold.

And just what have you done, Jack?

Old mate of yours, guv'nor.

Good dear oh Lord, don't get many of those to the pound, do ya?

[Carl] Yeah, they're all like that.

[Jack] When did you take this?

[Carl] Yesterday, about half past twelve.

Does his missus know about this?

[Carl] What do you think, guv'nor?

Okay.

Got any smudges of him with other birds?

Yeah, he's always at it.

[inquisitive music]

Where's your handbag?

Bloody hell.

[car horn beeps]

Harries.

What?

Let's go now, Cartwright.

-But-- -Come on, be a good boy.

What's Mum gonna say about that little lot, Ron?

You wouldn't would you, Inspector?

Watch me.

Yeah but you wouldn't break up a family,

I mean, destroy the happiness of five wonderful kids?

He would.

You gonna try to talk me out of it, Ron?

All right, how much?

[chuckles] Not a lot, just an admission

you've been knocking out bent plates.

But I haven't.

Well, not knowingly.

Come on, Ronnie, the most you'll get is probation.

Um, well, you'll keep the missus out of this?

All right.

Okay, Ronald, whose little firm is it?

There's just one fella, name of Jones.

Jones?

And where did you meet Mr. Jones?

He always phoned, sent someone round to collect 'em.

I think Mrs Harries will have a gander at these, George.

It's our moral duty.

Right you are, guv'nor.

Er, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Probation, you said.

All that's down to you, Ronnie.

Yeah, well, we had a regular meet at the General Wolfe.

They um--

[George] They?

Well, I didn't know their names, honest.

You just did the plates?

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry, Ronnie.

Oh, er, well--

George?

Guv'nor?

[Jack] Hang about.

Well, once, just this once, you see, at the Wolfe.

Yeah?

Yeah, well, I took this parcel.

[George] You took it?

I thought it was plates.

They asked me to get rid of it

so I chucked it off Kew Bridge.

Ahoy there!

Didn't like yours much anyway.

It's all got a bit heavy, Ron.

Ah, but you, you said--

I was talkin' about a few plates then, now it's murder.

Murder?

This was used to shoot a security guard.

Remember that bank blagger out in the country a month back?

[George] And you got rid of it.

[Jack] So you've got to be in on it, haven't ya?

I didn't know about it, Mr. Regan, honest.

[George] You try tellin' that to the judge, sonny.

I'll tell you everything I know.

[inquisitive funky music]

Now!

[screams] Here, what's your bleeding game?

Sorry, love, seems to be a case of mistaken identity.

Get your vest on, Sid, you're nicked.

Night, night.

Sorry, Mum.

You won't believe this. [chuckles]

He only had an old brass with him, didn't he?

You wouldn't think he had it in him, would ya?

Nah, nah, he says it's all down to the pills he takes.

What pills?

Well, I dunno,

I'm gonna take them into Forensics, check 'em out, aren't I?

My one did a runner.

What, tip off?

No, no, he's been gone for about three weeks.

Some bird used to ring him regular.

The old lady in the flat downstairs took messages,

she gave me the number.

That's a bit handy, isn't it?

Do the business for us, George.

Why, where are you going?

In to battle.

[car engine starts]

Yes inspector Regan did try to call

your office yesterday afternoon sir.

Regan left a garbled message with my number two.

There was no reference to these arrests.

Are you tryna tell me you didn't know what he was up to?

Jack Regan's always been a bit of a one-man band,

you know that,

all the same, he's a bloody good copper, you can't--

[knock at door]

Come in.

Guv'nor.

Mr. Canning.

Jack, there seems to have been a misunderstanding

about yesterday afternoon.

Mr. Canning is under the impression

that he was misled.

Let's not beat about the bush, Frank.

I was not told about these arrests.

Well with respect, sir, you were away being interviewed.

Come off it, my office could've contacted me

within minutes of your call.

Your attitude has been highly questionable

throughout this whole inquiry.

What's that supposed to mean?

Didn't you want me to arrest them, sir?

I'd have preferred it if you hadn't deliberately

humiliated my force in to the bargain.

Ah, cobblers.

Jack.

Yes, I'm afraid that kind of insolence

only serves to underwrite my point.

I've no doubt your irresponsible attitude

is nurtured by some delusion about the elite standing

of the Metropolitan Police.

Jean Jackson?

I might be.

Can we come in?

Can I stop you?

No, not really, no.

Look, the police service can't afford to remain

balkanized any longer,

the left hand must know what the right hand's doing.

I leave anatomy to chief constables guv'nor.

I'm interested in results, and I got a result, didn't I?

A partial result.

So far you've only managed to detain three suspects

on the word of a not very reliable informer

whom you clearly blackmailed.

Leave it out, what about the gun?

What about this Kieran Kennedy?

The man you say did the killing?

You've got nowhere with him, have you?

I got a bloody sight further than your lot did,

you couldn't even afford to keep the inquiry going.

Inspector Regan.

I don't have to justify the actions

of my chief constable to you, Regan.

No, sir, you don't.

That'll do, Inspector.

Go on, Jack, get out.

Yeah.

You didn't show me a warrant.

Oh, I will, later.

Nothing, skip.

Oh, I suppose I'll have to strip next.

No, thanks.

Verston's Yacht Chandlers, Thames Ditton.

Bit of a sailor, are we?

Had a day out on the river didn't i?

With me mate, me girlfriend.

Yeah, I know her.

She's six foot three and murders people.

Come on, on your bike.

[car tires screech]

Guv'nor.

George.

It's down here, it's pier seven.

Can't see it yet, it's just round the corner,

it's about, well it is, it's the fifth boat on the right.

See it? Look.

[Jack] Yeah.

[George] We cleared the area.

Do we know if he's armed?

Not for certain, no.

You, up there.

Right.

Only one marksman?

No, I've got another one across there.

Right.

Frighteners only.

[suspenseful music]

Come in Keiran Kennedy, your time is up.

You can say that again.

Kieran Kennedy, we are armed police officers.

Come out on the jetty with your arms above your head.

Time to earn your money, George.

What? I'm not goin' first!

You lost your bottle?

No, but I'm not going first.

Are you sure he's on there?

Kennedy!

[George screams]

[gunshot fires]

[gunshot fires]

Argh!

[gunshot fires]

Don't touch me.

No way.

Get an ambulance.

Make sure he's got nothing else on him.

Nice one, George.

Thank you very much, guv'nor.

Go and get dried off, son.

Get wet, George?

No!

Ambulance is on its way.

I don't think he's serious, flesh wound, I'd say.

It's the least you could do

after that outburst this morning.

Ah, he gets my goat, you know that, Frank.

Mine too but I don't have to insult him.

Didn't he wanna come?

He had more important things to do,

like filing a formal complaint against you.

Insolence and indiscipline, that could be nasty.

You're joking?

[Frank] I only wish I were, Jack.

"The judge then asked Detective Inspector Jack Regan

"to attend court today to receive a commendation."

Then it goes on about what a great policeman you are.

Yeah, nice one.

I bet Canning's pleased he dropped

that complaint, aren't you? [chuckles]

This'll get right up his nose.

Yeah, right up that judge's if I'm late.

How long to the Bailey, Bill?

15 minutes, about.

What about making it 10 minutes about?

All right.

[Man Over Radio] Oscar 7, from MP.

Go to Tay Street Sub-divisional HQ, urgent, over.

Oscar 7 to MP, I'm on route to the Old Bailey

as per, as per clerk of court instruction dated--

[Man Over Radio] Instruction canceled

as of 09 45 hours today.

Proceed as directed, over.

Oscar 7, out.

-[tires squeal] -[car horn beeps]

You've gotta be joking, sir.

I don't think so, Regan.

On 12th May, '68,

you were a Detective Sergeant Second Class,

serving in this sub-division?

Yes.

You assisted in the arrest and charging

of Angus Gavin Hutchinson?

Yeah, yes, I did, but I was doing someone a favor.

But your signature appears on the report

describing the reasons for the arrest and charge.

Hutchinson alleges at the time of his arrest

certain officers were bribed to give perjured evidence.

Do what?

This allegedly perjured evidence

resulted in the prisoner being acquitted.

Enquiries have been made into these allegations

of bribery and corruption.

A report has been submitted to the DOPP

and you are to be charged with conspiracy

to pervert the cause of justice and to accept a bribe.

Therefore I must caution you, John Albert Regan.

It's true, I'm afraid,

I just got the full SP from the Commander.

Come on, guv, not Jack.

Nah, it's gotta be a fit-up, isn't it?

Yeah well, maybe but the investigator bureau

are taking a different view.

Gah blum, you stupid git!

No, not you, guv'nor, no, couple of wooden tops.

You will be detained here

until further enquiries are completed.

Um, I shall need your warrant card.

One last question, sir.

Is the charge based on evidence submitted by DCS Canning?

Who?

Canning, sir.

He was a DS with me on this division.

No.

It seems Jack was just helping someone out.

He's the one the gestapo should be after, not Jack.

He died last year.

This is ridiculous, it can't be right.

Right then, let's have your tie and your belt.

From what I hear they've only got him on a technicality.

A good brief will tear it to shreds.

And meanwhile, they've got him banged up, haven't they?

That's the job these days.

Listen, you were here then, how bent was it?

Oh, I don't know, there were always lots of rumors.

They did have one DI here, Paston his name was,

I think he's one of the blokes they nicked.

He was at it, all right, no doubt about it.

Someone said he was buying villas out in Spain,

but he would be careful not to show owt

to the straight coppers in the office

and you're right about Jack, he was straight,

so was his oppo, for that matter,

what's his name?

It's on the tip of my tongue.

Yeah, all right.

Well thanks, cheers.

[Man] Canning.

Do what?

Canning, that's right, the other skipper

bit of a toff but strictly kosher.

[footsteps approaching]

Your brief's here.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Carter, isn't it?

That's right, sir, I wonder if I could have--

Yes, well my wife and I are just on our way out.

I won't keep you a moment, sir, it's about DI Regan.

Really?

Yeah well, it seems he's fallen foul of CIB, sir.

He's umm, There are allegations of corruption

when you were serving together on O division.

No one's making allegations about me, I trust, sergeant.

No, nothing like that, sir.

It seems that Mr. Regan signed some papers

on a job and it all went sour.

I just wondered if, um...

Yes?

I wondered if there's any chance

of you putting in a good word for him?

You know, the Old Pals Act.

Well as you've probably noticed,

Mr. Regan and I are hardly old pals.

I know that, sir, but after his good work

with the security guard killing--

I'm sorry Mr. Regan's finds himself in trouble

but experience has shown me that officers

who prefer, shall we say, unorthodox methods

invariably do find themselves in difficulty.

So there's nothing you can do?

Frankly, no, there's not.

And as a senior officer of one force,

I can't interfere in such matters of this sort--

It's not interfering, is it, sir?

Even if it is the Metropolitan Police.

Look, now Carter,

would you please move your car,

I'm afraid that my wife and I are rather late.

Quite frankly, I would've thought--

Good night, Carter.

Good night, sir.

[plane passing overhead]

I mean it's bloody ridiculous.

There I was, on my way to get a judge's commendation,

the next thing I'm in here, being treated like a criminal!

All they've got is my name on two bits of irrelevant paper.

Anybody'd think I spend my bloody life robbing banks!

I got nowhere with Canning.

Well, Jack's a good copper,

they'll be lots of guv'nors will speak up for him.

Only in mitigation.

You're not going to crack this on your own, are you?

Let's face it, the people who could help you

are either nicked or don't want to know.

This geezer who died, what about his missus?

Oh no, she didn't like Jack.

Jack left here under a bit of a cloud, you know.

That's a thought.

There was a bird who worked here as a typist

up in the CID office,

she knew Jack, you know what I mean.

Yeah, might be worth a try, young Gloria.

I'm therefore releasing you on a surety of 100 pounds

to appear at West London Magistrates' Court on Friday next.

Mrs. Bartley?

Gloria Bartley?

[Gloria] If you're from the mail order people,

you'll have to speak to my husband,

he's on nights this week.

No, I've come to talk about Jack Regan.

Who did you say?

Jack Regan, you were friends, weren't you?

Some friend, he nearly ruined my bloody life.

Yeah well he's in trouble now.

[Gloria] He had it coming to him.

We think you could help.

I wouldn't help him if he was drowning.

Shut it!

What's Jack been up to then?

Can I come in?

All right.

Gordon Bennett!

[birds chirping]

What happens if they all talk at the same time?

Why'd you think Stan's on nights?

These yours?

No, Stan's old mans.

He lives here with you, does he?

No, he's in the loony bin.

Cigarette?

Me bronchitis.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Sorry I haven't got anything stronger,

we had a bit of do here last week

and Stan's folks did the lot in.

It just so happens that I've got a little drop--

Oh!

Nice!

Thanks.

Do you want water with it?

Do you?

Cheers.

Good luck.

[Gloria] Are you a mate of Jack's?

Yeah, I work with him.

Still in the Old Bill, I suppose?

[George] Of course he is, yeah.

He was a right sonnet, our Jack.

Still is.

When I was workin' down the nick,

we was, well, you know.

I was a lot younger then.

He didn't do the right thing by me.

[child crying]

Belt up!

He's only done it 'cause he knows you're here.

Listen, Mrs. Bartley--

Oh, Gloria.

My Stan was in the Navy at the time,

some interfering old cow told his mum.

[Chuckle] Was there hell to pay.

Jack says "Don't you worry love, I'll stand by ya."

Stan comes home, kicks me from backside to breakfast time,

where's Jack?

Got a transfer to the murder squad.

There's me laid out in Paddington General,

Jack the lads in Jamaica, nicking spades.

Yeah, well he's right schtunk now.

So you've said.

[people laughing]

You don't remember one particular night, I suppose?

When Jack helped to arrest a bloke called Hutchinson?

May, you said?

Come to think of it, I do.

I'll tell you for why,

Jack was going to take me to the Turk's Head that night,

they used to have trad jazz bands up there then,

oh I was right on that, you know, Humph and all them.

No, thanks.

Anyway, there am I in the CID office

all done up in my new frock and sister's roll-on,

up comes Joe Tibbs and says,

"Jack's had to go and pull a geezer for us,

"type up the papers, Jack'll sign them,

"me wife's been took bad again, I've gotta go home,

"I'll be back later."

[child crying]

His wife was one of those who enjoyed bad health,

you know the sort.

Robbie, If you don't shut up,

you won't go to nanny's tomorrow!

[Robbie] Mummy!

Where was I?

Er, Jack was out nicking this geezer.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I was well pleased, want I?

All done up and no bleeding place to go.

So I bashed the stuff out like Tibbsy says,

Jack comes and I said,

"Slap your moniker on that lot, Sheriff."

Did he?

He didn't want to, he was a bit by the book then,

suppose he still is.

He said, "I better check this, I'll see you down there."

I said, "That's right, if you're planning on going back

"to my place tonight, you sign 'em now."

I see, yeah.

Well, Tibbsy had left this note

saying everything was all right,

Tibbsy was the guv'nor,

so Jack couldn't argue really, could he?

Listen, did Jack have anything to do with Hutchinson

after he brought him back at the nick?

No fear, I saw to that, Tibbs did all that later.

What about Tibbsy?

Haven't you talked to him?

He's dead.

Oh, poor old sod, he never got much out of life.

I'll bet his old woman saw him out.

Listen, Gloria, do you think you could write down

all you've just told me?

What, about Jack and me having it off?

Leave off.

No, not that but--

Here, I heard Jack married an air hostess, right?

Yeah, yeah, it didn't work out.

Oh.

Look, all I need is the bit about Tibbs leaving the report

already typed and then you having, well, a drink with Jack.

Will my Stan have to know about it?

There is, um, one other thing.

Could you leave us for a moment, Sergeant?

I'll be frank with you, Mr. Duxbury,

I'm on the short list for appointment as Chief Constable

to another force.

And you're afraid that Regan might implicate you

in this to your professional disadvantage?

Well, as I said before,

Regan and I have had our differences.

See, I only thought it wise to make sure

you were aware of my absence from the division

at the time of the Hutchinson case.

Yes, Bramshill, wasn't it?

The advanced promotion course.

Yeah, yes that was it, yeah.

There's something you don't know, Mr. Canning.

As a result of new evidence, I've consulted with the DFPP,

they are not going to proceed against Mr. Regan.

We're not offering any evidence against him at the trial.

I see.

Well, thank you for letting me know.

[Mr. Duxbury] Goodbye then, Mr. Canning.

Goodbye.

Oh, by the way, for what it's worth to you,

Regan never suggested any impropriety on your part.

I see, thank you.

Come in, Mr. Regan.

[Frank] Morning, Mr. Haskins.

Good morning, sir, Sergeant Carter.

Sir.

Um, after Carter told me about Jack Regan's troubles,

I, er thought I'd see what I could do.

Well, a good word from an outside force

sometimes helps, you know.

I'm sure it's much appreciated, sir.

He's out of trouble, as you probably heard.

Yes, yes.

Well, good for him, eh?

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye, sir.

Congratulations, Jack.

Yeah, well done.

George, I owe ya, you know that.

Can't wait to have you back on the firm, Jack.

You're gonna have to wait a long time, Frank,

after this little lot.

Come on, Jack, there's no need to be like that.

I want to be like that, Frank.

Do you know why?

Because I am utterly and abjectly pissed off

with this little lot.

I've given the best years of my life to the job,

I've got 18 bloody commendations,

if you include the one I didn't get yesterday,

and how does this wonderful police force

show its gratitude for my years of unstinting effort?

It bangs me up in a grubby little cell

like some cheap little villain

all because a toe rag called Hutchinson's

got a few bottles twitching on the fifth floor.

Now, because that poor little bastard

had the guts to get off his arse,

I'm gonna have to be reinstated

and what do you bunch of bleeding double-dyed

hypocrites want now?

You want me to crawl back to work

and be terribly grateful that I didn't get nicked

for something I didn't do!

Well, you can stuff it!

Guv'nor.

Jack, oi!

Sorry, George.

I've had it, I've had it up to here.

Look--

You're a prince, mate, you know that, don't ya?

Oh, shut up.

Look, let's go and have a drink before they open, eh?

Come on.

No, I've gotta get away, mate, just have a think,

it's all too, er, well, you know.

See ya, mate.

He'll be back,

he needs the job like an alcoholic needs booze.

Yeah?

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