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[Jack] You think all this lot are Jocks?

[George] Nah, some of them must've been Doris',

mustn't they?

Just a wee Jock and Doris.

[Jack] Yeah, I get it.

[George] I knew a Scotsman once.

[Jack] And?

[George] Well that's it.

[Jack] There he is, yeah, that's gotta be him.

[George] Which, where, who?

[Jack] The tall one with the hat.

MacHaggis, Scotland's answer to the crime wave.

[George] What's he carrying, what's that in his hand?

[Jack] It's his breakfast, innit?

[George] I thought they ate porridge.

[Jack] Well they used to,

'til they discovered it was healthy.

Come on, let's get back in the car.

Inspector Regan.

Welcome to London, get in.

There you go.

I'm George Carter.

Morning.

Do you wanna go straight up there?

You've had breakfast, I presume.

[Freeth] Yeah, I've got the warrants.

[Jack] Good, Sergeant Carter will execute them.

Ta.

Assault with a deadly weapon, GBH, attempted murder.

What are they, Rangers supporters? [laughs]

Sergeant, these are hard men.

Yeah, listen, we were told they're armed.

What sort of weapons they likely to use?

Hammers, crowbars, shotguns, you name it.

Oh don't worry, we're armed too.

So am I.

That's a bit naughty, aint it?

I made the appropriate arrangements with AC Crime.

[Jack] You feeling better, Bill?

Just nerves.

This is Bill.

-Morning. -Morning.

[car engine sputters]

Never at his best first thing in the morning,

are you Bill?

It's having to listen to your dialogue.

[fake laughs] I'll get you the tin tack for that, mate.

[engine starts]

[Bill] Where to, guv?

[Jack] Straight to the premises.

[In Sweeney Argumentum]

Okay, I'll knock the door.

If he doesn't answer, I'll kick it in.

I have the key.

Okay, you open it and I'll go in.

We'll both go in.

Oi, any sign of him?

No, not a sausage, guv.

Right, watch the stairs.

[elevator doors opening]

[door bell buzzes]

[rattling]

Hey, Stronnach, it's Davy Freeth, open up.

Open up, it's the police!

Come on, Stronnach, it's the police!

[bottles clanging]

[all sigh]

[sighs]

There's no one here.

I can see that.

Can you see your nose?

George, everything okay?

[George] Yeah, it's okay.

How the hell could they get away

if you had the place staked out?

Well these Jocks are conning bastards, aren't they?

[George] Governor.

George, get Jellyneck up here, will you?

Uh, they left without making the bed.

The reason could be there's a dead man in it.

Who is it?

That's Manun, Stronnach's cousin.

That knife went in with some force.

Which one could have done it?

Oh, hardly Stronnach.

What's the other one called?

[Freeth] Ross.

[phone rings]

El Dorado.

Electric soup.

Do what?

On Clydeside, it's known as electric soup.

Is it?

-It's for you, guv. -Who is it?

Phil Woods.

-Who owns the flat? -Arabs.

-Rent paid in advance? -Six months in cash.

Jock, wanna come and have a look at this.

We've only just got in here, Phil,

how did you track us down?

It's chloroform or something.

Oh, this could be the first indication

of what they're doing here, snatch.

Is that their usual game?

No.

Well if it's paintings, that's down to the arts

and antiques squad.

I don't see the point in duplicating an inquiry.

Well we've got enough on our hands,

we've got a dead man here.

Oh, sure, natural causes, got a knife in his belly.

Course, it could've been "harakiri."

So what's it look like to you?

A quarrel.

What, over cards?

It could've been an argument over football, religion.

Are you saying there's no other motive?

[Freeth] Well I doubt it.

There's only been a break-in at Windsor Castle.

They haven't nicked the Corgis?

A painting, Phil Woods has asked me to investigate.

What are we gonna do about this?

We'll ring division, as far as I'm concerned,

it's a local matter.

What about my suspects?

Well they're not here and it's obvious

they're not coming back,

so there's no point in hanging around.

George, you'll have to stand in for me,

Number 2 Court, Old Bailey.

Uh, Regina verses Roach.

We'll meet later back at the yard.

Here, what about me, guv?

You better hang about 'til the local lads arrive.

On your way back, drop these into Brumwell Lane,

will you, George?

I nicked them thinking we'd need them.

Oh, listen, if you see Dicky Love,

tell him there's nothing here for him, will you?

Nothing here for anybody, is there?

Listen, I'll go to the section house

and get you a booking,

you'll be here for a couple of days, won't you?

Oh, you better have these as well.

I'll be back at the office at one.

I hear there's a body on the top floor.

That's correct, Frederick, and it's all yours, ta-ra! :)

Detective Sergeant Freeth, Strathclyde.

So what's the trouble?

Some hoodlums down from Glasgow.

The squad has had them under observation for a week.

One of them gets killed in a card game.

Can you write me a statement to that effect?

If you give me a chance to get my clothes unpacked.

Tell me, if this place was under observation,

how the hell did they get away?

I should address that question to Mr. Regan.

Where's the glass?

You told me this outside window was broken in,

so where's all the little bits of glass?

There's not even powder.

It was hoovered.

Well, I've gotta tell you, sir,

I still think it was an inside job.

How do you deduce that?

Why should a thief who can negotiate the wire,

beat the Sonic System, swim the moat,

end up by putting his hand through a window?

Exactly.

If someone had not swept up all the little bits of glass,

we might've been able to establish which side

of the door the glass had fallen.

-Sergeant Freeth. -Yeah.

This is marked for the governor.

It's a telephone interceptor on the Manun number.

It seems the call came through late last night,

but we've only just got it.

Can I leave this you for safe keeping?

Sure.

-Do you mind if call Glasgow? -Go ahead.

Strathclyde CID please.

[Man On Tape] Can I speak to Mr. Manun?

[Other Man] Mr. Manun's out at the moment.

CID, Superintendent, please, Sergeant Freeth.

[Man On Tape] When will Mr. Manun be returning?

[Other Man] Soon.

[Man On Tape] Does Mr. Manun know that his flat

is under observation by the Flying Squad?

I wonder if he's aware of that.

[Other Man] What do you mean?

[Man On Tape] The flat's under surveillance.

We must also assume that the phone is being tapped.

Isn't that a reasonable conclusion?

[stops tape]

Hello, sir, it's Davy.

No sir, Manun's dead, the other two got away.

Were tipped off some time last night.

No sir, I'm speaking from the squad office.

Sir, I'd like to stay on down here, pending picking them up.

I can stay at the section house.

I think you should know, sir, the tip off came from Glasgow.

At 10 o'clock last night.

Sir.

Do you want a chitty?

Well, I've got a chitty here.

Memo to Mr. Regan, Tuesday the 12th, 7:00 a.m. draw weapons.

8:00 a.m. meet Scotch Loony at Euston Station.

Now, do I look like a loony to you?

Well that's just a figure of speech, isn't it?

I mean, everyone takes the piss out of Scotchman

on the squad, don't they?

Well they're not gonna take the piss out of me.

Yeah.

Are you going over to the section house?

I can get you a car.

I'm gonna get some breakfast,

then I'm gonna find Stronnach.

Now there's a real Scotch loony for you.

-Takes one to find one. -[phone rings]

Another thing, you say this man nicked a picture,

well where's the frame?

I mean, a professional would've taken the canvas,

rolled it up in a bit of plastic cloth, then scarpered.

I mean, you telling me this man swam the moat

carrying a frame?

It's not beyond the bounds of possibility.

Maybe he used it as a raft.

I don't think you're taking this at all seriously.

I'm responsible for the security of the Palace

and if there's been any--

Do me a favor.

Excuse me, the office, sir.

Look, I appreciate your position,

but as far as I'm concerned, it's an inside job

and it should be treated like any other hard theft.

The arts and antiques squad should be informed

and a description of the painting circulated, all right?

Oscar two four.

Oscar two four, I have an important message here

requesting that you make contact

with Detective Chief Superintendent Dubbin, Q Division, CID.

In connection with what?

This morning's death, sir.

Mr. Dubbin now heads the murder inquiry.

[Jack] Sergeant Carter back yet?

Yes, sir, and Sergeant Freeth.

Well tell them to wait there 'til I get back.

[Jellyneck] Will do, Oscar two four out.

There's only one receiver I know in London

who's got the bottle to handle this painting, an Italian.

I'll pay him a visit.

[Guard] Discreetly.

Tonight.

[Guard] Quite frankly, I'm rather more worried

about how he got in than what he took.

Oh by the way, this painting, what was it?

School of Seymour, 1783,

a race horse with Jockey and groom.

-Size? -30 by 25.

What about the Jockey's colors?

Red.

[Freeth] Do you know a villain called Hodgy Laing?

Nope.

Or a man called Gibson?

Sometimes known as The Preacher.

[George] No.

[Freeth] They hang out in West London.

They might know where Stronnach is.

They'll want money.

[George] How much?

They're greedy.

Well is there any other trade-off?

His criminal record might do.

Oh, might it?

Well someone like Gibson could hardly resist it.

It's the only proof of his existence.

So I nick a CR file for you and I get the elbow, terrific.

All the way from Bonnie Scotland?

Think of everything, don't you?

Tell you what, you have got some ugly villains

up there, aint you?

I could look at that all day.

That's a nice looking bird.

It's a bit cushty, innit it?

You would, wouldn't you?

Not many.

[George] Thought you would.

[Jack] Yeah, very tasty that.

A flaming diamond, pal.

Is she a friend of yours, Jock?

-My wife. -[George chuckles]

Jelly!

To answer your question, Jock,

the one you asked me this morning.

The reason those people were allowed to scarper

without our knowledge was that I haven't got enough men

for round the clock observation.

And those I have got are looking for bigger fish

than a bunch of Scottish loonies

down here to kidnap someone.

Get us a cup of coffee, George.

Yeah all right, do you want one?

Yeah.

Do you always get that when you go through a door?

Inevitable.

That's part of the technique, is it?

Yeah.

Only, I was hoping you might repeat

your performance tonight.

See, we gotta visit an Italian we suspect

of handling stolen goods.

In this case, a painting belonging to Her Majesty,

Queen Elizabeth II.

I come down here to arrest three men.

I find one's dead, two have gone to ground

intent on planning some kidnapping.

And you ask me to pursue the matter of a painting?

You open a few doors for us, Sergeant,

we'll open a few for you.

Well you can see how shorthanded we are.

Okay, but I must underline the necessity

of finding these men.

What have you got there, Bramley?

Photos, sir, found them under the floorboards

with a lot of other, gear.

A note, sir, in Stronnach's hand.

I was gonna give them to Inspector Regan.

Don't, we're in charge of the more important aspect

of the inquiry, the murder.

[Man On Tape] What do you mean?

[Other Man] The flat's under surveillance.

We must also assume that the phone is being tapped.

[turns tape off]

They're interested in someone.

We're interested in them,

and someone in Glasgow is interested in us.

Where's Sergeant Freeth?

Down the section house.

Phoning his governor, no doubt.

Oh, I'd love to tap that call.

Now when the lights go on, Jock,

I want you to do your famous running, jumping and diving act

like you did this morning.

When you get through the door, don't lift your head up

'til we tell you, right?

How do you know exactly when the lights are gonna go on?

Because we can foretell the future, Jock.

[Jack] It's another one of our many qualities.

You got that bit of Italian?

Oh yeah, si.

[Freeth] I don't understand the need for a blackout.

Because there's a TV surveillance system in this block

and it's wired to the mains.

So, kiddie machines.

There are no kiddie machines in this building, Sergeant.

Only an Italian art dealer we believe to be armed.

Have you got the warrant?

No, I haven't got the warrant, Sergeant Carter,

have you got the warrant?

No, I haven't got the warrant, Inspector.

Maybe Constable Jellyneck's got the warrant.

You mean you haven't got a warrant?

[George] There you go, spot on.

[Jack] Okay Freeth?

Is that the Porter's Lodge?

Is Wainwright there?

[Freeth] Where I come from we don't batter down doors

without a warrant.

[Jack] Where you come from they batter everything,

from fried fish to their bleeding grandmothers.

[Freeth] Now, look!

Oi, oi, oi, can we get on with the job

or are you gonna piss about all night, eh?

Is it a power strike or merely a caprice of the grid?

We're rather concerned, you see, we have a bird in the oven.

Ah, they appear to be coming on again.

[loud bang]

What's that?

[Good Evening. We're English Police, where is...] In Italian

Uh, governor, I think we've got the wrong gaff.

The nine was hanging upside down, Inspector.

It's a six.

Sorry, sir, police, we're looking for flat 49.

The next corridor on your left, three doors down.

I think you'll find there's a bell.

Yeah, thank you, sir.

We'll, uh, make sure the doors put back on its, um...

Enjoy your meal. :)

Jolly good pate.

[banging in the distance]

[George speaking Italian]

Well, they seem to have found number 49.

[laughing]

Where's your Flying Scotsman?

He's being interviewed by Mr. Dubbin, sir.

I take it, it's about the door.

Three doors, Jack.

This man you employed to break them down,

what are his qualifications, eh?

I mean, apart from him being a Scotsman.

I mean, can he count?

I should imagine being able to read the correct number

on a door might be an asset in a door breaker.

This is the cause of all the trouble, is it?

Yes, sir, that's it.

Yep, the painting of a jockey and groom.

School of Seymour, 1783.

Oh.

We found it in the hall of 49.

And what would have happened if your Flying Scotsman

had flattened the door on top of it, eh?

Well, we'd have still have recovered it,

but in a slightly damaged condition.

Yeah, no doubt.

Well I would suggest you send the Scot back to Glasgow

in a relatively undamaged condition

and send for him again when you have need of him.

Well what about the kidnapping?

What kidnapping?

There are two Glasgow hard men looning around London,

presumably wanted for the murder of a third.

'Til a kidnapping occurs, there is no kidnapping.

Yeah, well I'd like to hold on to him

for a bit longer, guv.

I think he's on to something very interesting.

What?

Well, believe it or not, he won't tell me.

Keeps giving me a blank.

Oh, that's the spirit, trust and cooperation.

Tell me, did you get anything out of this flat?

Apart from a dead body and some empty bottles?

-No. -Amazing Jack, quite amazing.

What you can come up with when you really try.

-Morning Superintendent. -Ah, Major Chapman.

-You know Inspector Regan? -Yes, indeed.

So, this is it, all in one piece?

Uh, yes, not a scratch.

Prints?

Uh, no, not that we can trace.

The dealer?

Done a bunk.

We're still no nearer to catching the blighter

that stole it.

You questioned the staff?

Yes, anyhow, nice little picture.

School of Seymour, look good on any wall.

Are you going to take this further, sir?

No, it's a security matter really.

Ah, we're not really interested in the picture.

But it was 20 meters from Her bedroom.

Nope, we'll deal with it from here.

Many thanks for your help.

There's just one more thing, sir.

Regan.

It's just the little matter of a door.

Do you think you could send one of your nice chaps

to this address with a check?

You see, we broke the door down,

in pursuit of the painting, of course.

Oh yes, I'll go myself.

By the way, who knocked the door down?

Sergeant Freeth, from Strathclyde.

He's a Scotsman.

You mean Davy Freeth.

Plays number eight for Hawick.

Does he?

Where did these come from?

They were found under the floorboards.

Together with a shotgun, cannabis and an exercise book.

Do you recognize her?

Can we get back to the murder?

According to a squad reports, there were only three men

inhabiting this flat.

Stronnach, a man called Ross, and Manun.

In your view, which of these killed Manun?

And it's your impression that these three men

came down to London to kidnap somebody.

Yes, sir.

[Dubbin] That young girl?

I presume so, sir.

Is there anything else you may have omitted to tell me

about these characters?

Well, sir, these are hard men.

Such persons are not capable of organizing a kidnapping.

Or even selecting a victim.

Therefore, we must assume that they're being directed

by someone who's some control over their actions.

Although, personally, I doubt it.

Thank you, Sergeant.

If you have any further information,

I would be glad if you would pass it on to me right away.

Don't route it through Inspector Regan.

Could done with these ourselves yesterday.

Then you should've reported to me sooner.

Furnish with Sergeant Freeth here with photocopies

of the evidence.

Yes, sir.

You're late.

It's difficult finding your way around, you know?

Yeah, have you got the bait?

Yep.

Oh, and I've got something for you too.

Oh, dear, dear, I hope it wasn't too expensive.

It's from Dubbin, from Manun's flat.

Do you mean they're after a kid?

Sergeant, that is an amazing conclusion.

Well done.

[ominous spooky music]

That you Davy?

Aye, it's me.

You got anybody with you?

Aye, he's a freens.

Send him out into the open, Davy.

Now, what is it you want Davy?

-Where's Hodgy Laing? -Hodgy's gone home.

I seen him off on the bus.

What about Manun?

Manun's dead, Davy, somebody killed him two days back.

He got a terrible battering.

[Freeth] Well that lease Stronnach.

[Gibson] Stronnach's in Glasgow, Davy, after your wife.

You've got the humor of a dead baby, Gibson.

Why don't you phone her, I'll give you the number.

You give me a number for Ross.

[laughs] Okay, here's a number, 246-8041.

Is that a call box?

Phone him about six o'clock, Davy.

That's the only time he's in.

Hey, Davy!

You forgot something.

My r-r-records!

You swim for it, Gibson.

Ah, you're a dog Freeth!

-Do you know that?! -Aye.

All right then, Freeth, what was all that about, eh?

You mean you didn't a ken what was said?

I ken John Peel, that's all I ken.

He knew Manun was dead,

and that Hodgy had gone back to Glasgow.

That leaves Stronnach and Ross and we've got a phone number.

All right, who was that geezer on the bridge then?

I didn't see any geezer on the bridge.

I sit in the front.

There it is.

I'll tell you now, no one's gonna call.

Just turn round at the top and drop me opposite.

[phone rings]

Hello.

[George In Scottish] Is that you, Ross?

Aye.

[Speaking fake Gaelic]

Just--

[George singing]

Just what's your game, pal?

[George] Thought I might flush something out for you.

-You did. -[dramatic, rushing, suspenseful music]

Get the chaps together, Jelly, and we need shooters.

[breathing heavily]

[suspenseful tone]

Told you my little ruse would flush them out, didn't I?

What did you find?

Nothing, where's the Inspector?

-Well he's in court. -At this time?

Yeah, well, sometimes on the way back

he drops into his Auntie Doris.

Or it could be his old mom, I'm never certain.

Hochmagandy.

Eh?

I'll translate it for you later.

Yeah, yeah, I think, here comes the Chief Superintendent.

Do you wanna speak to the Chief Superintendent?

No, come on then, you'd better stay and talk to the Chief,

hadn't you?

-Oh. -Ta-ra.

All right, Jellyneck, so what's his problem?

Look, I--

[Freeth On Phone] Gibson says that Hodgy's in Glasgow.

I cannot believe it, I'll try the Scheme.

The high street too, sir.

If he's at home, he'll be in the parish.

[Chief] And what about the wain?

[Freeth] It's confirmed, Dubbin come up

with the photographs.

[Chief] He's a glaikit old Teuchter.

[Freeth] It was 40 hours before he told me.

[Chief] How are you getting on with the squad?

[Freeth] They're nae bother.

That Regan's only interested in booze and hochmagandy.

[winds tape back]

40 hours before he told me.

[Chief] How are you getting on with the squad?

[Freeth] They're nae bother.

That Regan's only interested in booze and hochmagandy.

[Chief] Ah, well you're down there, Davy.

You're up against hard men, you remember that.

You know you cannae go it alone.

[Freeth] I'm beginning to think I'd be better off

doing just that.

[Chief] Aye, well you give us a call--

[turns off tape]

Pick up Gibson.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Nevertheless, pick him up.

There's a girl's life at risk here.

Well I'm glad you appreciate that at last, Inspector.

I've been trying to impress on you the urgency

of this inquiry since I came down here.

Instead, I find two suspects have slipped through

your fingers and important information has been withheld

from you for 40 hours on the whim of a superintendent.

Sergeant Freeth, the tip off, according to your suspects

originated in Glasgow two hours after we telexed

information as to their whereabouts.

Now, if you wanna go back to your headquarters

and find out how that information got loose,

I won't stop you.

In the meantime, pick up Gibson, if you can find him.

Governor, aren't we taking a bit of a chance?

I mean, if the girl is snatched,

then Gibson's our only contact.

Pick him up, George, we're not taking any chances,

and get that put in the papers, 'have you seen these girls?'

You mean this girl?

No, these girls, any of them.

And lose that circle around the head,

we don't wanna give anything away.

Give anything, look, she's playing a recorder there,

plain as day, I mean--

That's not a recorder, it's a chanter.

A what?

What you practice the bagpipes with.

Right, well now we're getting somewhere.

Three Scottish villains come down to London

to kidnap a seven-year-old Scots girl.

Anymore information you'd like to give us?

[ominous piano tone]

[glass singing]

[Woman] Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Good afternoon, misses.

What do you want?

Who are you?

We want your daughter.

Run Maggie, run!

Agghh! Oh!

Stop it!

Get off me, get off me, no!

[woman cries out]

[Stronnach] Get that kid!

[woman screams]

[panting]

Bitch.

No trace of the girl?

No.

No motive?

Vengeance, perhaps?

Certainly not money.

Get me some background to these people,

where they come from, their connection.

Surely you must have some theory.

He's right, you know, governor.

Don't make sense, does it?

[Jack] Oh, where have you been, Jock?

This is your case, you know.

-I went to Fulham. -You get the wrong address?

22 Summersdale Road.

You got the wrong Summersdale Road.

[Freeth] I don't think so.

Then what the hell's all this?

They got the wrong Summersdale Road.

I told you, they're Teuchters.

They snatched the wrong kid.

They were after Joe Boyd's wain,

and they live at 22 Summersdale Road, Fulham.

Now what's your game, Freeth?

You get me the A to Z.

How many Summersdale Roads are there in London?

And who's this Joe Boyd?

Joe Boyd is a hoodlum who has a lot of money

invested in the city of Glasgow.

And how long have you known he's been involved in this?

As soon as I rang his door, his place is like a fortress.

So why didn't you have the--

Just, just a minute, George.

Sergeant Freeth, I've had just about enough of this,

you Scottish git!

I want everything you know, there's a little girl out there

being turned over because of you!

Now let's know everything you know about Joe Boyd.

Where I come from, Joe Boyd is a very important man.

Very influential.

Governor, they found the girl.

Apparently she's hidden herself in a rubbish tip

and she won't come out, but she's okay.

I better go and speak to her.

I think she's about had enough of Scotchman

for one day, Sergeant.

George, you deal with her, will you?

Oh, when you've finished with the kid,

go down and interview Mr. Boyd.

Well done, Jock, really done well.

Here's the A to Z, guv.

[book bangs on the floor]

Thank you, Jellyneck.

This might not be the appropriate moment,

but I don't go for the remarks you made back there.

What, about Scotsmen?

You know exactly what I mean.

You inferred there was no difference between me

and those animals because we spoke the same tongue.

And you know exactly what those two maniacs were after

when they came down here.

You've known from the beginning, why didn't you tell me?

I didn't have any evidence, just suspicions.

So why bottle them up?

Afraid someone might laugh at you?

Isn't that the usual attitude for the MET?

Patronizing in the extreme.

All the work starts south of Calais

and civilization stops north of Watford.

It's our sense of humor, Jock.

And the next bastard that calls me Jock

gets his head knocked off.

What is a Teuchter?

It's a Highland expression for a punter.

You heard me use it back there.

I've heard it once before.

A glaikit old Teuchter interested only in hochmagandy.

Wasn't it?

What is hochmagandy?

Fornication.

Not exactly in common usage in Scotland, is it?

I only use it when I know my phone's been tapped.

[radio chatter]

-Where is she? -Up there.

-What's her name? -Maggie.

Hello, Maggie, I'm a policeman.

Are you stuck?

[Maggie] No.

Well why don't you come out then, eh?

He's gone away.

[Maggie] He might come back.

No, he won't, honestly love.

You know that man?

He hurt your mom.

Now we've gotta have you out here

so you can help us catch him.

Come on, come and help us.

-There's a good girl. -[sirens wailing]

There you go.

They'll be on the run now.

Uh-huh.

From Boyd's men as well as our own, I presume.

They're more likely to find them than we are.

Exactly, I don't want Boyd littering London

with dead Scotsmen.

Want you to pick them up and ship them out as intended.

They wanna batter each other to death,

let them do it in Glasgow.

Where shall I drop you?

[phone ringing]

[Boyd] Boyd.

It's Freeth, they botched it.

They tried to snatch the wrong kid.

I know, I received a call.

[Freeth] They're on the run, I'm gonna find them.

I know where they are.

[Freeth] I'm taking them back, Boyd.

I think you'd better give me the address.

Okay, you can have one, and I'll have one.

You have to set an example.

Marge here?

Been and gone, Africa I think.

You think?

Who are you?

Susan, I'm looking after her flat, who are you?

Jack Regan, uh, could I come in?

I left something behind last time I was here.

Oh, sure.

Excuse me.

Park round the corner, Bill.

If I'm not out in 15 minutes, go and have your dinner.

If they need me, the number's under Paige.

More under age than under Paige.

[Susan] What was it you said you left?

A German steel helmet.

Very valuable antique.

Detective Chief Superintendent Dubbin of A Division,

who is also responsible for the inquiry into the death

of Albert Manun, A Scottish, small-time crook

and a relation of Charlie Stronnach.

One of the wanted men, Alan Ross, another Glaswegian

with a record of violence, is also wanted by the police

in connection with this brutal assault.

Why did you not finish her off?

[grumbles]

[Boyd] Come on, come on.

They'll be out sooner or later.

Must be running short of drink.

[Boyd] Aye, well the sooner the better.

The violent events which led to the assault

on Mrs. Wonder are connected with an attempt

to kidnap her seven-year-old daughter, Maggie,

who is now being treated in a nearby hospital for shock.

It does nae say which hospital.

I'm going back to Glasgow.

Look at the way we scarred me, look at my face!

And what will the man have to say to that?

We promised him Boyd's bairn.

We were given a lot of money.

It was nae Boyd's bairn.

We went to the house.

It was the wrong house!

It was the lassie in the photo.

That was not the lassie in the photo!

We're only supposed to take one of them, you know.

[Boyd] Oh, that's right, I forgot.

[both laughing]

What we gonna do?

Go and get some money for the meter.

-You go! -Like this?

Go on before the cafe shuts, could be here days.

[Man] So Sol died for his transgressions,

which he committed against the lord.

Even against the land of the lord, which he kept not.

-Even for keeping-- -Hey!

There's somebody coming out.

That's Ross.

Okay, here we go.

-[gun fires] -[Ross screams]

Give us a break, Mr. Freeth.

Sure I will.

[woman screaming in distance]

Get over there, son, lie on the bed.

Did you see what they did out there, to Ross?

Put the paper over your head, Will.

Nobody wants to look at those ugly scratches, do they?

Did you not see what they did?

Mr. Freeth, that was diabolical.

Just put the paper over your head, Will.

[knocking on door]

[Man] Open up, Stronnach.

Stronnach will do nothing of the sort.

You're surrounded?!

Aye, it's Freeth, I've got Stronnach with me.

I'm taking him back to Glasgow.

[Man] Okay Davy, but you tell Stronnach

that wherever he goes, we're gonna be waiting for him, okay?

Did you hear that Stronnach?

You just let them go after what they did?

They just saved your life, pal.

You just let them go!

One more word out of you, Stronnach.

Now get them on.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, Regan.

Sir, there's been a shooting in St. Pancreas.

We don't know the details but Ross is dead

and Stronnach is under arrest.

Who made the arrest?

[Jellyneck] Sergeant Freeth, sir.

Sergeant Carter been informed?

[Jellyneck] Yes, guv.

I want the full story from Freeth.

Well Sergeant Freeth is booked on the eight o'clock train.

Is he, well get Bill to pick me up

and we'll meet him at the station.

[Jellyneck] Yes, sir.

What was all that about?

Little bit of business, Marge, uh, Sue, Susan.

Jimmy, [laughs] Hans.

[George] How long's it gonna take you?

Oh, about five and a half hours.

All that time in the bar?

Oh, yes.

Just a wee drought, eh?

[Man On Tannoy] To Glasgow Central will leave--

Well, I guess this is goodbye, sir.

But not auld lang syne, eh?

No, I'll be back for the inquest.

-Goodbye, George. -Ta-ra, Davy.

Listen, I got this for you for the train.

You can have a quick read.

Listen, next time bring your wife down.

Is that meant to be a joke, pal?

No, I'm just quoting the tunnel posters.

Aye, well, so long.

Yeah, ta-ra, listen, don't get too plastered on the train.

[laughing]

[Jack] He even walks like a cowboy, don't he?

Tell you what, if you think about it,

he ran rings round us, didn't he?

Yeah, thank God they're going independent.

They gotta put that wall up again.

What's it called, Hadrian's?

You know what he told me?

He's never worn a kilt, he's never had haggis,

and he's never seen Ben Nevis.

What's that stuff they drink, electric soup?

That's it, yeah.

Mind you, his wife did look tasty, didn't she?

A flaming diamond, pal, och aye.

Och aye the noo.

Do you know what the Scottish word for fornication is?

Hochmagandy.

Resync And Corrections By Chuck :D

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