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Resync And Corrections By Chuck

Where's my cup of tea then?

Oh, Eddie.

Ey?

The kettle, boiling it's guts out here.

I don't know why you don't check them Saturday night.

Eddie?

_

It's come up.

Are you alright, Eddie?

It's come up, love.

What?

I've done it!

You mean?

Seven draws, one no score draw,

23 bloody beautiful points.

There were only nine draws,

so I've got to win something reasonable.

Eddie, are you sure?

I've checked three times!

[Cheers]

Oh, Eddie!

"Money, money, money!"

Oh, oh, you little darling!

♪ Money, money, money ♪

The Sweeney Theme

[background pop music]

[lively background chattering]

How much did you win exactly?

58 grand, Jack.

Not a fortune.

Better than a poke in the ear with a pencil and tax free.

Oh, I'm not complaining.

What are you gonna do with it?

I always fancied a little business,

a little shop or something down on the coast somewhere.

I'm 50, Jack, pushing on a bit,

used properly it should see Anne and me alright.

We've had a few ups and downs in our time, George.

Who hasn't?

All part of life's rich, innit?

I remember when Eddie was in prison,

Kath was only a nipper at the time,

I used to sit by myself of an evening

dreaming about something like this.

It's not just the money, George,

I don't mean just the money,

plenty of people with money unhappy.

-Mum, Rose wants you. -What for?

I don't know, she's upstairs.

My sister, she's probably trying on all my clothes,

thinks I ain't gonna need 'em no more.

You must be Kath?

I've seen you with Jack.

Yeah, he's my governor.

Oh, you're George, talks a lot about you.

Does he?

Says you're gonna be his governor one day.

Oh, no, thank you,

get me into more trouble than he does now.

I'll tell him that.

At least then he'd have to buy the first round of course.

The biggest kick I got was going to my bank

-and handing over the check. -I'll bet.

First time I've ever seen a manager,

let alone talked to him.

Yeah, it's always the kids behind the counter, innit?

Straight out of school, acne and bitten nails.

Every time I go into the bank to get some cash,

they look at me like I'm about to blag the place.

Let me top you up, Jack.

Oh, just a small one.

Well, I'm on leave for a few days,

I'm looking for a flat.

I work in an estate agent.

Do you?

Well, maybe you could give me

some free professional advice?

I'd like that.

Really?

Well, I'm only a typist really,

but I love looking at property.

What about tomorrow?

Well, it'd have to be lunchtime or evening.

Well, if we made it evening,

maybe we could go out for something to eat afterwards?

I'm vegetarian.

I know a great little vegetarian restaurant.

You didn't laugh.

It wasn't very funny.

People usually laugh when I tell them.

Don't drink too much of that stuff.

It's only a soft drink, guv.

It'll make your teeth fall out.

-I don't really mind where-- -Has he told you

he's a practicing heterosexual?

Yeah.

Has he told you he eats too much meat?

Has Dad been bending your ear about his plans, Jack?

Yeah, couldn't happen to two nicer people,

except me and him.

Here's to 'em.

Yeah, hold on, you haven't got a drink,

-what do you want? -White wine.

Right.

You haven't met George before, have you?

No, he's nice.

Hm, he's a diamond.

Is he the one whose wife died?

Yeah, yeah, but he's over it now.

-There you go, love. -Ta.

To Annie and Eddie!

-Yeah. -Cheers.

23 points.

[background chattering]

-Ah, there you are, Jack. -What's up, guv?

You've got a face as long as a baker's run.

Come in the office, I'll tell you all about it.

[typewriter keys tapping]

I had Ballampher come up on Monday,

you've heard of the Briefies?

-Bloody Hollingsbury? -Yeah,

if that one put his hand down a lavatory,

he'd come up with a box of chocolates.

Yeah well, even that scheming bastard's

not gonna get this one chucked.

He might, if the lorry driver falls apart.

Leave it out, guv.

I had a call this morning,

the legal eagles are worried,

they think he's got a shake on.

Has someone got to him?

I don't know, but we'd better sort it out by Monday.

[phone ringing]

2394.

-Eddie Monk? -Speaking.

[Brian] I hope you haven't spent it all, Eddie.

Who is this?

[Brian] Shut your mouth and listen.

You and a little team pulled a job 11 years back

over Screaming Alice, three of you, sportsgear factory.

The night watchman was hammered, he's never walked since,

it's still on the books, Eddie

and you know what the filth are like

about unfinished business,

it's gonna cost you 10 grand to keep it that way.

Who are you?

[Brian] I'm the man that can put you away

with one phone call, Eddie,

10 grand, now that's generous, don't you think?

What do you want me to do?

[Brian] Just deliver the money exactly as I say,

no aggravation, Eddie,

or they'll pull you so fast, your nose will bleed.

[phone connection disconnecting]

[ringing doorbell]

He hasn't been to work all week.

There's someone in there.

[knocking on door]

Is he married?

Divorced.

[Jack] Mr. Pope!

Morning, Mr. Pope.

I wonder if we could have a quick word with you?

-I'm not well. -I'm sorry to hear that.

It won't take a minute, if you'll just let us come in.

What do you want?

It's about the trial, Monday.

Have you got anything to tell us, Mr. Pope?

Tell you, tell you what?

You haven't been at work, we were concerned.

I haven't been well,

I just told you, it's my stomach.

Look, Mr. Pope, this is bloody silly

trying to speak to you through three inches of door.

Just leave me alone, I don't have to talk to you!

-Leave it, Jack. -But Frank?!

Come on.

-He's not gonna turn up. -He knows he has to.

I'm telling you, Frank, someone's got to him.

If we don't get in there and sort him out,

we're in dead lumber.

No, state he's in, he's not gonna open the door.

I'll bloody open it.

Come on.

Just give me 10 minutes with him, Frank, 10 minutes.

Get in.

He wants it tonight, alright.

Eddie.

Hello, Alec.

I heard about your win, have you got the Roller outside?

Can we go somewhere private?

How private?

There's a quiet little pub.

Let's take a ride.

What's up, Eddie?

Cor blimey!

Oh, that's nice, innit?

Hot and cold running rust.

What's the asking price?

Guess.

11.

No.

It's no more than 12.

14.

-Unbelievable innit? -Mmmm.

Cleaning those won't make it look any better.

You can't be optimistic with a misty optic.

I beg your pardon?

It's an old ballad proverb.

Is it indeed?

Talking about optics, let's go have a large one.

[laughing]

[birds twittering]

[Eddie] I don't know who he is

or where he got his information from.

Not from you, not from me and certainly not from Ken.

He knows the lot,

even about that poor bastard night watchman.

Bear in mind, mate, it was a bloody nightmare.

After that job I said to myself, that's it, son, no more,

you don't need no more of that.

The smartest decision I ever made, Eddie,

I've got a good business, a nice house, smashing family.

11 years, I'd almost forgotten about it.

Course he must know about your win.

No point in trying it on before, I didn't have nothing.

What are you gonna do, Eddie?

What are we gonna do, my son.

Now don't mess with him, Eddie, he sounds a nasty bastard.

Pay up and shut up?

[Alec] It's the only way with that sort.

You never did have any funnel.

I'd like to kick his lungs in.

If we don't come across, he'll turn us in, no sweat.

Now please, Eddie, please.

When was that?

-[knocking on door] -Yes, I see.

Yeah.

But in your opinion, he's well enough to appear in court?

Yes, well I appreciate that.

Yes, thanks very much, goodbye.

Pope's GP?

He's been treating him for three years for a stomach ulcer

ever since his divorce.

The other day, Thursday,

Pope went in to see him in a hell of a state,

well, the doc calmed him down,

prescribed Librium and Mogadon,

well, you heard the rest.

In his professional opinion,

Pope is well enough to appear?

Yes.

On downers and sleepers, you must be joking.

If we do get him in the box, he'll be like a bloody zombie,

Hollingsbury will get the poor sod so confused,

he won't be able to count to 10.

Five months it's taken us to pull this case together,

five months, Pope can turn it septic in five minutes.

[traffic rumbling]

[plane rumbling overhead]

[crashing]

Charming innit?

Easy!

I'm so glad I caught you, Mrs. Monk, please sit down.

Oh, thank you.

Is something wrong?

I was more than a little concerned this afternoon,

when your husband withdrew such a large amount in cash,

-Mrs. Monk. -Large amount?

The 10,000 from your joint account.

10,000?

My Eddie withdrew 10,000?

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Monk, I hope I haven't been indiscreet,

I naturally thought you would know.

What time was this?

Two o'clock.

He's supposed to be at work.

The cashier quite rightly came to me,

I suggested to Mr. Monk,

that if it was some sort of transaction,

a certified check would be much safer and more convenient,

he got rather worked up.

Did he say what the money was for?

No, no, he didn't and quite frankly

I didn't feel he was in the mood to be pressed.

[front door opening]

Oh, you're early.

Yeah.

How was work?

I've got a headache.

Sit down, I'll get you something.

I was at the bank today!

Needed a new checkbook.

Eddie.

What?

What's the 10,000 for?

The bank manager called me in, told me.

He's very concerned, Eddie.

Yeah, well he should mind his own sodding business.

Well, it is in both our names.

Look, I'm going up for a kip, I feel lousy.

What's the money for, Eddie?

It was meant to be a surprise,

now that git's spoiled it all.

What sort of a surprise?

Well, I think I've found a little business in Whitstable,

the money was a down payment.

In cash?

That was part of the deal, tax, you know what it's like.

[Anne] What sort of a business?

What is all this?

Well, we always talk things over,

decide on things like that together.

Look, I'm feeling bloody rough.

-Where is the money? -We'll talk about it later!

Eddie, we've been married for 27 years,

we know each other inside out.

I'm not in the mood for this bitching!

You're not telling me the truth, Eddie,

you're lying to me!

-[slapping] -Uh!

Ow!

[sobbing]

Oh, Anne,

I'm sorry, love, I--

[door slamming shut]

[Knocking]

Look, I told you this morning.

[Frank] Just hear me out, Mr. Pope.

You realize you'll be in considerable trouble

if you don't turn up as a prosecution witness on Monday?

Who said I wasn't gonna turn up?

Look, I realize that the last few months

have been a considerable strain, I only want to help you

and I can help you if you'll let me.

Thank you.

-Do you want one? -No, no, thank you.

Mr. Pope, I've been a policeman for a long time,

I've seen a lot of witnesses and been to a lot of trials,

I know the kind of pressure you're under at the moment.

If I'd known what it was going to be like,

I'd look the other bloody way,

blind, deaf and dumb, three monkeys,

that's favorite nowadays.

Well, we're very grateful to you for your cooperation.

Grateful, you must be bloody joking.

Now those men that are coming up for trial,

they're animals, if you hadn't identified one of them,

if you hadn't come forward when you did,

then we hadn't a hope in hell of finding any of them

and your evidence is crucial to the prosecution.

I'm not gonna lie to you, it's not gonna be an easy case,

they've got a very experienced brief

and he's gonna give you a rough time,

but if you simply tell the court the truth,

just tell them what you saw,

then with that evidence and the other evidence we've got,

we can put those bastards away, where they belong.

You say it's a dodgy case?

[Frank] I said it wouldn't be easy.

What if they get off?

What if this brief of theirs is sharper than your boy?

They'll come round here, they'll use my head for a football,

I mean, they're evil bastards!

Look what they did to the poor sod of a bank clerk,

they blinded him, so what about me?

Have you heard of a blind lorry driver?

Have you been threatened?

That's why you came, isn't it?

Have you?

No.

-Because if you have-- -You don't listen, do you?

I told you, I haven't!

Is this what they call a pregnant pause?

Hm?

What's wrong?

You've hardly said a word all night.

I'm sorry.

Well, come on, tell Uncle George.

Mum and Dad had a row.

Is that all?

God, dear, my old pair are always at it,

they love a good row.

But he hit her, he marked her face.

He's never raised a hand to her before.

What was it about?

Money.

He hasn't given it all to the Battersea Dogs Home?

He drew 10,000 pounds out of the bank today, cash,

Mum didn't know anything about it,

he never said anything to her,

it was the bank manager told her.

What was it for?

Oh, he gave her some story about it being a down payment

on a business in Whitstable,

well, she knew he was lying.

10 grand, that's a lot of dough, innit?

There's something wrong, George,

Mum said he looked awful

and after the row he left, she doesn't know where he is.

[mellow melodic slightly funky music]

[light melodic music]

It's alright, Mum, he won't be long.

[car door closing outside]

[car engine starting]

There he is.

Stay in the car, George.

Hello, Eddie.

What are you doing here?

Just passing, Ed.

Stuff it, Regan.

Come on, I'll give you a ride back.

Piss off!

Come on, son.

My missus put you two up to this,

didn't she, ey, didn't she?

Look, she's worried about you, mate.

Yeah, stupid mare.

Look, if you're in some sort of bother.

What did she say to you?

What's the matter with you?

She told you, didn't she, ey?

She went and bloody told you.

-I thought we were close. -Close?

You can't get close to a bloody copper.

10 grand, Eddie, it's a lot of notes.

Yeah well, it's my money and my business,

not yours or his, it's my business,

so you get your face out of it.

Eddie.

Now take it easy, mate.

Get out of it!

Just leave me alone, Regan.

You, you stay away from my Kath, do you hear?

You stay away from Kath or I'll have you.

Uh!

[sighing]

[doorbell ringing]

Uh, I told you, it's my business.

It's alright, love, he's only pissed.

Oh, thanks, Jack and you, George.

It's my money, so you get your face out of it, Regan.

-Yeah. -Can you get him upstairs?

-I'm sorry, Anne, love. -It's alright, Eddie.

-I could cut my hand off. -It's alright, love.

-I'll go and make coffee. -Come on, Eddie.

I know you, Regan, you stay away from my Kath.

-Yeah, alright, Eddie. -11,

11 years.

11 bloody years.

-We'll be downstairs, Anne. -Okay.

Oh.

Oh, dear, wouldn't mind half the money he spent

getting in that state, would you?

Yeah, right.

[George] Oh, lovely, thank you.

Sorry to spoil our night out.

Tell you what, he ain't half gonna have a bonce

in the morning.

I've never seen him like that before.

He's asleep.

What happened 11 years ago?

I don't know, nothing.

Any idea where the money is?

Well, it's not in the house, we looked all over.

I don't know what's got into him, Jack.

I'll give you a bell in the morning,

he might feel like telling me what it's all about.

[background chattering]

I went to see Pope again.

-What happened? -He let me in this time.

What did you do, hypnotize him?

I want an obbo set up on him, Jack.

He has been got at.

I asked him, he got very offended,

I think I believe him, but I'm not gonna take any chances.

He lives just like a pig, the place stinks,

he got through half a bottle of gin while I was there.

On top of pills?

[Frank] He's just about holding himself together.

Well, just so long as he doesn't

come unglued before Monday.

What about his phone, Frank, do we put an ear on it?

I've already got things moving on that.

If they have nobbled him, they've timed it perfectly,

a great three-minute egg.

Check on his divorced wife, would you?

They might try to get at him that way.

Alright, guv.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

[Brian] We need another five grand.

Drop dead!

[phone ringing]

[Brian] Now you listen good, you old pig,

I want another five grand, if I don't get it,

the filth will be banging on Alec Slemen's door.

[phone connection disconnecting]

[birds twittering]

You should have stopped in bed, Eddie.

I need a walk.

-What about breakfast? -I'm not hungry.

-I'll make a pot of tea. -I'm going for a walk.

[Anne] I'll come with you.

No.

[Anne] Eddie.

Eddie!

He ain't gonna stop, he wants the lot, Alec,

I told you he was a headcase,

there's only one thing you can do with a dog like that.

We don't know who he is, Eddie.

We're gonna find out.

How?

I've got something worked out.

Look, I ain't up for this sort of game no more, Eddie.

Listen, you gink, you're part of this, I need you.

I can't, Eddie.

I'm gonna sort that slag and you're gonna be there,

you bottle on me, Alec and I'll give you real grief.

Yeah, he would, alright,

-I'll have a word. -Morning, all.

You're supposed to be on leave.

I heard you needed help.

How?

My little crystal balls.

Get out and find that flat.

No, honestly, guv, it's driving me mad,

I think I'll stay where I am.

You're not due back till Monday.

I couldn't stay away, guv.

It's that secretary, innit, the one on the next floor,

the one with the arthritis.

Oh, leave me out.

Don't tell me you don't lust after her.

I didn't say I don't lust after her.

[Chuckles]

Mrs. Monk, it's Mr. Saxby.

At the bank, yes.

Your husband's been in again.

I'm afraid so, another 5,000, cash again.

Well, there wasn't much I could say.

[brakes screeching]

-[thudding blow] -Uh!

[metal crunching loudly]

[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[car speeding away]

Oh, God!

Eddie, Eddie!

Eddie!

-Do you take sugar, governor? -Yeah, great, two.

No, he was dead when the ambulance arrived,

an autopsy tomorrow, but his chest was all crushed.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jack, you two were close, weren't you?

About as close as a copper can get to a retired villain.

I met him through Wally Hough, when I was a DC,

it was 13 years ago.

Wally got him the job at the power station,

when he came out of nick.

- "Wally-Half" (Hough) -That's some name from the basketball team.

What about witnesses?

Cheers. [Spoon clinker]

Oh, yeah, great, thanks,

well, we got the number of one of the cars,

green 1800, huh, stolen a few days ago from Finchley

and we weren't so lucky with the other,

white, possibly foreign, might have been R registered,

the plates were covered in mud.

-And two drivers? -Yeah,

that one is the driver of the stolen car,

he's 25, 35, denims, black jacket,

five 10, dark, greasy hair

and he sounds a right hardcase,

he was giving a right hiding to chum here, nut and clogs.

He looks older.

Yeah, round about 50, more conservative,

short hair, quiet suit, medium height,

we think it was a mate of Monk's.

How's that?

Three of the witnesses said exactly the same thing,

said he seemed very distressed,

when he saw what had happened to Monk, called him Eddie,

you know, really confused,

as though he didn't know what to do.

Anyway he steamed back to his car and took off.

Any news on the stolen 1800?

No, not yet, it'll turn up though.

It would be handy for fingerprints, wouldn't it?

-Gloves. -Huh.

-So he's probably got some previous then. -Cheers.

Tell me, any of the witnesses mention

a large, brown envelope?

No, why?

Eddie was carrying five grand, the bank gave him

a large, stiff-backed envelope to put it in.

What was the money for?

I don't know, but it was the second large cash withdrawal

in 48 hours.

How much the first time?

[George] 10 grand.

Well, where did a power station worker

get bread like that from?

He been at it again, Jack?

No, not Eddie, no, he's been straight for years.

He won 58 grand on the Pools.

Hoo, that's a turn up, poor bastard.

Sounds like a meet, guv.

For a pay off?

What, between the hardcase and Eddie Monk?

[Jack] Yeah.

Pay off for what?

I don't know, but I'm gonna bloody well find out.

Can I take these?

Yeah, sure, here.

Well, thanks a lot, Dave.

Anytime, but remember, Jack, anything you turn up,

I want to know and I mean anything.

Certainly, Dave, you know me, mate.

[front door closing]

The doctor's been, Jack, he gave her an injection,

but she won't get out of bed.

And how are you, Kath?

Still don't believe it.

Look, guv, is this a good idea?

It's alright, George, I'm glad you came,

she was asking.

She may not make much sense, Jack.

Five minutes, Kath, it's very important.

I understand.

Mum.

Anne.

He was only 50, Jack.

Yeah, I know, love.

You should've seen him when he was 20,

best looking fella for miles,

all the girls was after him.

Anne, we're gonna find out who did it.

I was always dead plain, hardly used any make up,

used to sew all my own clothes, couldn't afford to buy 'em.

Mum, Jack's got a couple of pictures

he'd like you to look at.

Pictures?

We thought you might recognize them.

No.

No.

Who are they?

Well, we don't know, we thought you might.

No.

I know him, I've seen him ages ago with Dad.

How long ago?

Ooh, must be years, six or seven,

I'd just left school.

Mum, are you sure you don't know him?

I'm tired, Kath, I'm gonna lie down.

We'll call in again tomorrow.

Eddie used to say you was the only copper he knew,

who never made him feel like a thief.

He worked hard, Jack, harder than any man I know.

He had a bad start, that's all,

a bad start.

[door closing]

Haskins has been screaming for you, guv.

Sod it!

We'll drop George off to pick up his motor.

Find Wally Hough.

He was at this address 18 months ago,

he could be anywhere now.

Find him, show him these faces,

he knew Eddie long before I did,

so he might be able to put a handle on Eddie's mate.

What, you'll be with Haskins?

Yeah.

Give him this.

I owe it him.

[car engine starting]

Where the hell have you been, Jack?

On personal business.

Are you gonna put that in your diary?

Eddie Monk's been killed,

some greasy-haired scumbag caved his chest in.

I was with his wife.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

-Didn't he just-- -58 grand.

All he wanted was a little shop by the seaside.

What happened?

I'll tell you when I find out.

Who's on it?

Dave Leeford.

What's so urgent, Frank?

Pope's done a runner.

Well, he couldn't, the obbo!

He's gone.

[Jack] Well, how did he get passed them?

Well, we'll sort that one out later.

Did you get hold of his wife?

-No, not yet. -What do you mean not yet?

-Not yet! -You had all day, Jack.

Look, if Pope's playing silly buggers,

he's not gonna go to the first place

we're gonna look for him, is he?

[snoring]

Wally.

Wally!

-Come on, Wally, oi! -Uh, what?

What the bloody hell, who?

Jack Regan sent me.

Who, Jack who?

Jack Regan, he's my DI,

he says he owes you this.

Oh, good old Jack.

Good copper, Jack Regan, I taught him everything,

everything.

Did you know that, whatever your name is?

George Carter, we have met.

Yeah.

I've got a mouth like a fireman's boot.

Have you got any fags?

Yeah.

Here, take those.

Listen mate, I've got some bad news for you.

Bad news, what?

Eddie Monk was killed today.

Eddie?

Eddie Monk?

[George] Jack wondered if you could identify

either of these two faces.

Eddie Monk, dead?

[George] He was killed.

Eddie killed?

Do you know who they are?

Who?

Who are they?

Do you know?

Me?

No, no,

And uh, I never forget a face.

Well, are you sure, look, what about this one?

Of course, of course I'm sure.

Listen,

I was nicking villains before your voice broke,

do you know that, whatever your name is?

11 commendations I got,

11,

I was the best bastard thief taker there was,

so don't you get bloody cocky with me son,

I taught Jack Regan everything he knows.

Remember that.

Poor old Eddie,

dead, Eddie Monk.

Poor old Eddie,

-dead. -[door closing]

He's working as a part-time gateman in a bakery.

There's a lot of room at the bottom.

I showed him the faces, but in the state he was in,

he wouldn't even recognize himself in the mirror.

Anyway I left them with him,

you never know, in the morning he might be sober.

When I first knew him, he was teetotaler.

What happened?

His wife died, cancer.

[phone ringing]

Detective Chief Inspector Haskins.

Yes.

Maurice Pope.

Bristol?

In and out like a bleeding fiddler's elbow.

[Frank] Get some glasses, George.

What are we celebrating?

Pope's turned up in Bristol.

Bristol?

He fell out of a train

just as it was pulling into the station.

He's got serious back and leg injuries.

So that's it, that's Monday down the toilet.

He was full of pills, when they picked him up,

they had to pump him out, when they got him to the hospital.

-Why Bristol? -Well, why not?

It's far enough away from us.

So what are we gonna do now, Frank?

Finish the bottle.

Yeah, why not, your bottle.

No, as a matter of fact it's yours,

I borrowed it from your desk.

-[loud background chattering] -Hello, Jack.

Hello, Wally.

-Want a drink? -Ah, no.

Sit down there.

I made a prat of myself last night, Jack.

It's this I've come about.

Is Eddie really dead?

Yesterday,

yeah, some bastard caved his chest in

with a car door, left him dead on the road.

Well, if it's any help, Jack,

I think this is Alec Slemen.

I've written it all down, where he works, lives,

everything I know about him.

Thanks, Wally.

Oh, and thanks again for the thought,

but it hasn't come to that.

[tutting]

-Look mate, I only thought-- -Look, I know, son, I know,

but I've still got a bit put by,

I'm not on the blacking yet.

Well, I'd better be off,

I've got an early appointment with my stockbroker.

Why don't we meet somewhere tonight and have a?

Well, I'm working tonight, Jack.

Well, thanks again, Wally, for the uh-

How's Anne, I mean, how is she taking it?

Why don't you go and see her?

Oh, she might not,

well, I mean,

not at the moment, maybe later.

But you'll be going to the funeral?

I don't think so.

No disrespect, Jack,

tell Anne I just can't take funerals.

White, foreign, R registration.

Mud on the plates.

[mellow upbeat music]

Shop!

[tires screeching]

Governor!

[tires screeching]

I'm too bloody old for all this.

It was 11 years ago to the month, there was three of us,

[birds twittering]

Eddie, me and a fella called Ken Norris,

he shared a Peter with Eddie in prison,

he set the job up, Eddie didn't really wanna know,

Ken kept on at him, on and on

like he had some hold over him.

But in the end, Eddie said he would, he gave in.

It was a cock up from start to finish, a real tosser.

The night watchman caught us on the premises,

well, he wasn't young, we could've legged it easy,

but Ken was a vicious bastard.

Oh, Eddie and me tried to stop him,

Ken piled in like a lunatic,

by the time Eddie and me pulled him off,

the fella was a mess,

it was a bloody nightmare, I still dream about it.

All we got was 400 quid.

This Ken Norris, where do we find him?

In the graveyard, he died six years ago.

[George] This bloke that killed Eddie,

you'd never seen him before?

Never, different generation, mate.

Who else knew about the blag 11 years ago?

Just the three of us, Eddie, me, Ken.

No one else?

What a bloody turn up,

if poor old Eddie hadn't won the Pools,

he'd still be alive.

Kath, Jack.

How is she?

We'll be round later.

Do you want a quick word with George, he's just come in?

-Kath. -Oh.

Hello, love.

How's your Mum?

Yeah, this evening, I think, yeah.

No, no, I've decided to stay where I am,

it's too much hassle.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, I'll see you later, ta'ra.

We're gonna need a W.

What, you've got something on Norris?

He was married, right?

Two years after he dies,

the old woman takes up with this young bloke, 32,

Brian Frederick Fischer,

a dead ringer for the geezer we want, that's Fischer, S-C-H.

Previous includes auto theft, obtaining by deception,

demanding money with menaces, et cetera, et cetera,

a real little Christian.

-Well, that was six. -This'll be it.

[knocking on door]

Mrs. Eileen Norris?

Yeah.

Detective Inspector Regan, Detective Sergeant Carter.

-What do you want? -Can we come in?

No.

This says we can.

Where's Fischer?

Who?

Brian Frederick Fischer,

you know, the fella that goes around

blackmailing and killing people.

Killing?

Eddie Monk's dead.

Oh.

Brian said that there was no trouble,

he said it was easy.

Where is Fischer?

Gone.

What do you mean, gone, gone out or gone?

He did this.

I told him 10,000 is a lot of money, be satisfied,

but no, he wanted more, 10,00 is enough!

He hit me!

You give Fischer the information

on the robbery 11 years ago?

Your husband tell you?

Just before he died.

[door closing]

Fischer?

[Eileen] He said he'd come back for his clothes.

-Get her next door, George. -Come on.

Eileen!

You're nicked, Fischer.

-[thudding blow] -Uggh!

-[thudding blow] -Ooof!

Ah!

And this is for Eddie Monk!

-Leave it out! -You did it, didn't you?

-No! -Come here, you.

[shouting incoherently]

-Guv, get off! -No!

Leave it!

All these years, I never knew,

never thought that Eddie would,

I just can't take it in, Jack.

Oh, I know you're telling me the truth.

Think what it must have been like for him, Mum,

keeping that inside him.

He never even wanted to go on the job,

Alec Slemen told us that.

This money.

Well, it's all there,

except for the 200 that Fischer's already spent.

That man that was hurt, that night watchman,

I want him to have it, Jack.

Are you sure?

Dad would've liked that.

That's a lot of money.

"Money, money, money,"

he danced me round the room singing that,

"Money, money, money."

[sighing]

Take it, Jack.

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

Mellow Sweeney Theme