All language subtitles for The Professionals - 2x07 - Not A Very Civil Civil Servant

Repton. Minister.

I don't often drop in, as you know.
You're always very welcome, Minister.

If only to admire your always tidy desk.

Look, about this file, I'm not
happy about Temple Blake Limited

being retained on our list
of nominated contractors.

They stand to make close on £50
million in government work this year.

As they did last year.

All right?

You all right?

You all right, son?

Get up.

Nice.

Not a mark.

You never know how a friend had a
fall. Just a fortnight's bellyache, eh?

I've got some nice medicine for that.

A week's wages and a ticket
back to where you came from.

Mr Cowley is in reception. Would
you ask him to come in, please?

There's no shoddy workmanship round here.

Understand? No handouts
to council members, no.

Things like that don't happen
on sites I manage, do they?

Well, you know that, don't you?

Well, get lost.

And shut your mouth.

I'm not quite with you, Minister.

As you know, I'm not answerable to you
or this department, or Mr. Repton here,

widely known as the
Cardinal Woolsey of this

nation's spending in
the building industry.

Not a very civil civil servant, I am.

No, mostly we don't have to be.

So first, why us?

Why not the fraud squad, special branch?

Reasons of policy, Mr. Carey.

The usual phrase for two
coats of political whitewash.

To hold a watching brief
in the corruption case that

used to take place
against Temple Blake Limited.

We build for Britain.

Here is my specific authority from your
own minister to involve CI5 in this affair.

I don't know what you
mean by watching brief.

Precisely that, to see that justice is
done and blame apportioned accordingly.

If you mean that I'm to
see that none of it gets

shoveled anywhere near
you or your department,

you've picked the wrong labourer.

Because the minute my
department gets packed

in any politician's
do-it-yourself image kit,

I get very angry indeed. And I know my
way around the same corridors as you do.

I can see the need for
political insurance, Minister,

but Cowley's hardly the
insurance broker I'd have gone to.

I know these opening
ceremonies can be a bore, Michael.

What's the use of
having dukes for friends if

you can't use them to
impress the top table?

I think I can promise you a
splendid night out afterwards.

And earplugs. For the mayor's speech.

Hello?

Thank you.

Yours, Tony. Well, I think
that wraps that lot up, darling.

And we should have enough luminaries
to keep the tiny councillors happy.

Whiz them round by hand, will you?

With the usual private and
confidential blather on them.

Evening, Henry.

Without your false beard.

And what is the grey eminence
of British bureaucracy doing

in the house of an
unprincipled capitalist like me?

You know where
everything is, help yourself.

And, Monica, keep on to
Renshaw at the Fairgate site.

You know, where they're
squawking about sticky fingers.

I've got our lawyers going over in the
morning, and at about 50 quid a comma,

I don't want them kept waiting.

Well, Henry, what can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

For a price, as usual.

Your Swiss bank must be having to
build an extension, or is it Lichtenstein?

No, our normal
arrangements are quite healthy.

I thought you might like to know you're
well in line for the new health centers.

And I've already had some
inquiries from oil money as to

where they should look for
builders and contractors.

They've been put your way. And
congratulations, Moupi. Not yet.

Your firm is in the
middle of a corruption case.

Petty cash.

New cars for councillors,
isn't everybody? Perhaps.

But you've been getting a
little obtrusive about it.

And I have a slippery minister.

This time, he's gone beyond the
fraud squad in the special branch.

He's pulled in CI5.

The other's a good policeman,
but seeing how five is special.

If you want Temple Blake Limited to
stay in business, you'd better make very,

very sure that this
current piece of bribery and

corruption has a
not-guilty verdict handed down.

A 250-unit council estate.

That's not Buckingham Palace.

No, Tony.

But you know, and I know,

that the tip of this lucrative iceberg
has been floating nicely for some years now.

If anyone can sink it, CI5 can.

That'll do for today.

Like dancing the tango with my granny.

I'm a disco man myself, sir.

This is army training. It's quite good
with a bayonet. And you run much better.

Now, the two of you read the
briefing on this Temple Blake rubbish.

Yeah, a watching
brief, whatever that means.

It means that you two get
your best suits out of pawn,

have them cleaned and pressed, and if you
don't own velvet gloves, buy some. Watch,

listen, and learn. On Bodhi,

there are ways of asking people
questions without removing their teeth.

For one thing, it makes
for clear a diction. Well,

I'll see you both up at
Fairgate. Knowing the way you two drive,

you'll probably get there first.

When I find Cowley's
physiotherapist, I'll tie his

toes in a reef knot.
Cowley's good, admit it.

Yeah, Cowley didn't get
out of a strange bed at five

in the morning with a
hangover. You want to play?

Couldn't take you on with chopsticks.

Fill you up? Of course. We're on whisky.

Sir James. Good afternoon, Robert.

Sir James, have you had a
chance to read my memo?

Robert, you're the firm's accountant,
so stick to that. Handle the figures.

Let me worry about buying the legal brain.

You didn't authorise the
payments at Fairgate, Sir James.

I did. Well, naturally, you
always do as you're told.

Which is why I'll be standing in the dock.

I'll have Renshaw and
Bradford there with you.

A psych foreman and a
manager. We're deceived.

Express regret, naturally.

Plead pressure at work.

If I'm found guilty, Tony, I know
enough to plead a lot more than that.

There's a conspiracy charge as well.
I'm not doing seven years in prison.

If we don't get you off, you shop us.

I didn't say that.

What do you mean?

Robert, we've been through a couple of
these things before. We've paid some fines,

a couple of minor
employees have gone to prison,

and we've looked after
them when they got out.

A building has always been a
grab bag where palms get greased.

You were unlucky to have
been involved in this one.

I've been involved in all
of them. Oh, Robert, Robert.

One conscientious detective
sergeant plodding away. Got

through the outer
defences. Bad luck, that's all.

Have a few days off.

Come on, I'll get
Buchan to drive you home.

You're too upset and shaky to
drive that big jack of yours.

Ah, good.

Oh, Robert has turned into a nervous
old woman. Oh, he always has been.

Started with the golf job.

Half a million siphoned out of that one.

The size frightened him.
That's when he started to drink.

He'll crack, you know. He
wants to, the full confessional.

I know.

And he's the one to worry about. He's
kept count of all the private skeletons.

If he goes down, we all go
down. That would be a pity.

I think it would.

And so would friend Repton.

He's getting used to the
privileges of a tax-free fortune.

We wove the web, cousin.

And now we have CI5 as
the spider in the middle.

I don't think we can play
the usual rules on this one.

Do you, cousin?

I expect you've
already taken care of that.

Temple Blake Limited should say
prayers for the British taxpayer.

He's done them proud over the years.
And the same with other building firms.

People forget it's the
country's biggest industry.

Who introduced this
nominated contractor scheme, you?

I wish I could take the credit.

No, it evolved.

Could I have a breakdown of Temple
Blake's works here over the last five years?

Certainly.

You'd probably get a better
picture from Tony Logan Blake

if you want a complete breakdown.

His would include all the private
work. Past, present and future?

Well, he'd probably be a
bit cagey about the future,

but if you kept it confidential,
commercially, I mean, I don't see why not.

Shall I ring him?

I'd appreciate that. Tomorrow?

That'll be fine.

Not quite as interesting as your
usual line of work, I'm afraid.

But every time a minister feels a draft,

he thinks it's the
political wind of change,

and we're the ones who do the long hours.

You look healthy enough on it.

I was looking you up in
personnel, by the way.

You put in for retirement about five
years ago, then changed your mind.

Caution, I suppose.

Why?

The pension's index linked,
but I'd have felt the pinch.

And then I suppose the
divorce showed on the file.

Yes, I wondered about that.

Nothing to worry about.

My wife decided on a second
springtime, and I suppose I was a bit staid.

We still talk to each other, I check.

You've got this muse in Hampstead now.

Quite a conversion.

The original luxury
bachelor pad, they tell me.

They'll also have told you that
Temple Blake Limited did the work.

I might have got a bit of a discount for
it, but only in terms of better work done.

I paid the going rate for
it. Yes, I checked that too.

And the endowment policy
that paid for it? Naturally.

You've been most
helpful, Mr. Repton. Well,

if we functionaries can't
stick together, nobody can.

Hardly your class of
cocktail bar, old man.

I always like a place
where I can spit on the floor.

Yes.

Sure this is the place we're
supposed to meet at? Yeah.

Right down to the petting
shop opposite and a knock

three times for Fifi next
door. What's he look like?

Don't you know?

Look who's here.

Your friend with a bellyache.

He's supposed to have gone by now.

Perhaps he's waiting for
his nice policeman friend,

so he can stir up a bit more
dirt about the building business.

He was supposed to have gone home, son.

I enjoyed that.

You, Halloran.

I'm Doyle. Bodie.

You've got a strange way of
introducing yourself, haven't you? Yeah,

I just wanted to make
sure whose side you were on.

Too many of you fellas
are bent. I can drink.

May I have a clean glass?

I can't believe it.

All I'm trying to do is my good
citizens act. You know, see a bit of graph,

say this won't do, so I get
myself down to the local cop shop.

Then I find I'm really in it.

Worse than going through
a maze in a thunderstorm.

I'm going to see the
big boy, local big chief.

He says there's not much in
it, not worth bothering about.

Just rumour.

So then it gets to somebody higher up.
Two plates and chips, and one chips, love.

Somebody they haven't paid,
wasn't getting his share,

so he gets a bit uptight
about being left out, I suppose.

And what about the other two?

Oh, you've just done over? Mm.

He's right. Small fry. Rubbish.

Been for a few bob. Stimping on
materials, being light on the concrete mix,

till they make a few thousand quid.

We're talking about millions,
spread over years, going to the top.

What about the other one they talked
to, the councillor? All 50, sir. Right,

thank you. What about him?

Well, he's another one.

Chairman of the local housing committee.

He was caught with his hand in the till.

Bet that surprised him.

But they won't prove anything.

They're all tiddlers, like me.

Caught up in a big pool. A
little bit of scratch on

my back under the old
pal's act, and they're free.

Nothing changes much, does it?

Ex-copper? I tell. Expert.

Congrats.

We have to excuse his
manners. He hasn't got any.

What I don't understand is how they
blew the gaff on the whole thing. Well,

how they got the big knob.

I suppose somebody put the bite on.

Asked to see the accounts. They went
for Gillum, Templeview chief accountant.

I thought years of
brickwork and prize loot.

You reckon this
Gilliam's worth seeing, then?

Yeah, yeah, you're what?

I mean, get yourself a pair of wings
and a harp. I mean, don't you read?

They found him last night
with his toes turned up.

Had a good round, then?

Not very sociable today, are we, Harry?

How about one with me?

No, not now, George.
Well, at least you could do.

After all, you are my deputy chairman.

Acting chairman now.

Never credited, would you, Barney? A bit
of trouble, and no one wants to know you.

I used to be able to come in here any
time, you know that. It would be, hello,

George, what are you having, George?

Half the council in here.
They were abrupt, I'll say that.

Why don't you have one with me? Oh,
no, no. No, no, come on. Gee, sir,

a large walk for the gentleman.

It's always the same, Barney.

It takes a stranger to
show some civility when

your friends have turned their backs...

I'm George Webb. How do? And I'm
still chairman of the housing committee,

never mind what that crawling Harry
Braithwaite says. Responsible job.

Oh, it is, it is.

The biggest.

Ensuring decent dwelling units
for the citizens of this community.

Linda!

Linda!

Four years old and the roof
leaks like a bloody colander.

I know you're on night shift, but it's
not his fault he can't get no sleep. Well,

I just wish the butchers who put
this all up had to live in it.

Would you live in it? I am living in it.

Don't remind me.
Responsibility. That's what the

new fellas don't
understand, the personal touch.

Get to know your
contractor. Is that the trouble

you mentioned? Look where it got me.

Chairman of housing, been on the
council 20 years, and there's this estate,

and they reckon there's been some
fixing, corruption, whatever they call it.

Oh, I've yet to know public service get
the appreciation it deserves, Mr Webb.

I remember when they
lived in Whippet kennels.

We used to have trams on the high street.

Look, if they'd a price
of a ticket to get on.

I think they're grateful.

I spend most of my free time at it,
and I should know. Pennies expenses,

precious little things. So
you know what I have, Tobias?

Prawn cocktail and the medium steak.

I can recommend that.

And they see me right here.

Just tell the shepherds for
Councillor Webb. He knows where I am.

Very good, sir.

Don't worry about it being after
closing time. They're used to me, you know.

A couple more brandies, you know.

I was telling you about Jim
Renshaw, good site manager.

He appreciated me taking
an interest in the job.

And if he's got a pal in
the travel business who can

get me and my missus a
couple of weeks in the sun,

and I'm paying, cut price, but I'm paying.

And if he shows enough
consideration for his workforce to have

them do a few bits of jobs
around my house when they're idle,

instead of laying them off, I
don't see anything wrong with that.

Nasty minds everywhere. Nasty
enough to get me took to court.

Some building inspector and snivelling
to some interfering detective sergeant

just because I won't uphold his
complaint about the state of Renshaw's job.

Well, you meet a lot of them.

If only people would
mind their own business.

Good news, cousin, on
the coroner's verdict.

A fellow to say, while the
balance of his mind was disturbed.

Henry Repton called.

Reminding me that the full verdict
of not guilty is still essential.

And telling me that a
man called Cowley might

be around to ask some awkward questions.

Ah, well, you're bald. You were
always good at answering those questions.

Come in, Mr. Webb.

May I get you something?

Oh, no, thank you very much. I've had
to take the whole day off as it is.

I'm sure we can compensate you for that.

Oh, I'm not worried about that.

Nice of you. You go ahead.

And I don't mind helping. I should
think you don't. You'll be on the dock.

And I hope you'll be out front
listening, or if not you, one of your colleagues.

The clerk of the court's an
old friend, and he knows it.

And that's the only reason
I was able to get a list of

the jury members that will
be allocated to our case.

What are old friends for,
if not to help each other?

Twelve good men, and true.

With names and occupations and addresses.

That's all we need.

What is it?

I've been called for jury
service, just when we need the wages.

But does it say what case you're on?

No, they're too cagey for that. In case
you cop out with a doctor's certificate,

this could drag on for weeks.

I say, Carly, did you sign him
in? Yes, Colonel, he works for me,

if you use the term loosely.

I can remember when this used to be a
military club. He was military once.

One of those rag and bone regiments,
crawling about behind the enemy lines.

He looks the type. I couldn't
find a bowler hat to fit me.

Oh.

Colonel, I want to pick your brains.

First, this temple blade case.

That'll blow over,
storm in a concrete mixer.

Well, they're always buying
these fat little counselors

or giving motor cars
to the subcontractors.

If a contract's worth a million or
two, it's worth greasing a few palms.

What about Temple Blake itself?

They've only done a
couple of contracts with

us at the Ministry of
Defense, both shoddy.

I won't have them on parade anymore.

Not that that stopped them doing well. A
book called Logan Blake, He's the Sharpie.

Would you say they were
crooked? Oh, yes, in a big way.

Mind you, it's not all
their fault. I mean,

when people have got a lot of work to
offer, they expect something in return.

What do people offer you, Colonel?

Courtesy and civility,
young man, and that is all.

I'd get the back of my hand if you
offered me a farthing. My advice to you, Carly,

is to find the figures
and a good cost accountant.

I think you'll find that the
skimmed milk went into the

contract and the cream went
into Rogan Blake's pocket.

There's the list of the jury,

and I want them all to sing in
harmony to the tune of Not Guilty.

Any particular method? That's up to you.

Everyone has their own pressure points.

Greed, envy, resentment, fear.

Don't tap all of the people.

Pick two or three of the more persuasive
ones and make the incentives high enough.

Or low enough.

Yes.

There you are, sir. Thank you.
Thanks very much indeed. Bye.

Bye.

What makes you so sure
I'll be on that jury?

Because it's all a political fix.

People trying to get at
George Webb and the others.

Get their arm back. I
know something about that.

I've just seen the report
my manager put in on me.

Oh, you know what I'm talking about, then.

You'll be seeing innocent men in the dock.

You take my word for it.

I'll listen to the evidence, my friend.

Justice is justice.

I'm glad you call me friend, because
we're great believers in friendship.

But we know that nothing's for nothing.

Five hundred.

Now.

And five hundred after the verdict.

It's not robbery with
violence they're up for.

Just helping people out.

Is that a crime?

Can I have a word, Mr
Singleton? Who are you?

Do you mind giving that back? I
just heard the end of your lecture.

Lovely piece of hot air balloon.
More big words than a Sunday paper.

With all that style, they're
bound to make you jury foreman.

Make sure they do, because you're
going to be on the Temple Blake case.

You can't possibly
know that. Ah, but we do.

It's what's called
having friends at court.

And we want a verdict of not guilty.
That's ridiculous. And as soon as I get home,

I shall phone the police and tell
them about you and this conversation.

I wouldn't do that, pal.

First, I could walk you over
the park and give you a 10 out

of 10 thumping as easy as
demonstrate a vacuum cleaner.

That would get you in even more trouble.

No.

Because even if I was picked up,

we all know what fellas like you
are after in parks. And besides,

you're all being selfish.

You've got four kids. I know the
roads they cross on their way to school,

and I know what they look like, and
I can be a very dangerous driver.

I know the supermarket your
wife shops at, so what I do is,

I put a few things in her bag,

I call the detective and she's
down the road for shoplifting.

You think about it.

Perhaps you could arrange both.

You do it.

And you never know, you might
get a few quid through your

door one night and you can
buy yourself a new suit.

Thank you.

Well, I must say I don't
understand your interest, Mr Cowley,

but you're very welcome to
take these away with you.

Point of fact, we're quite proud of them.

Not many firms in our business share the
same growth rate. And the profits to match?

In this day and age, my dear fellow,
profits aren't many down to the bone,

they're down to its marrow.
We've never cut margins so fine.

You seem to get a fair share of
government work. Ah, they're the hardest of all.

In and out with the
tooth comb all of the time.

Still, I've mixed it in with a few
plump Arab jobs, I can't complain.

Well, thank you for your time, Mr Blake.

I may see you again.

What department did you say you
were with? I didn't, but it's CI5.

Sorry. I've never heard of it.

Ladies and gentlemen of the
jury, have you reached your verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

And what is that verdict?

Not guilty.

Is that the verdict of you all?

The verdict of the
majority of us, Your Honor.

First, ladies and gentlemen,

may I thank you for the obvious time
you have taken over your deliberations,

which I consider
commensurate with a case of

corruption which
involves taxpayers' money.

I must confess a little
surprise at the verdict of not guilty.

Albeit on a majority decision.

And I could wish that you
had paid less attention

to learned counsel's emphasis on the

wholly hypothetical ringleader activities
of the defendant who committed suicide.

I must, however, bow to your decision.

And let the verdict be so
entered that defendants may step down.

Would the court rise, please?

Smells worse than his socks.

When are we going to get back to
some real work, sir? When I say, Bodie.

You sent for me, Minister?

Asked if you could spare a
moment. There's a difference.

Purely to thank you for
your efforts on behalf of the

department in the Temple
Break corruption case.

I think the not guilty
verdict settles it, don't you?

No.

Well, of course it does.
Entirely satisfactory. No scandal,

no fast new repercussions. And not a
single scratch in your shiny armour, Minister.

Well, thank you again, and kindly
convey my appreciation to your colleagues.

When I'm assigned a case at CIF, it gets
closed only under my personal signature.

I didn't want this assignment.

I regarded it as a trivial
matter of image protection.

Since then, a man has died. The
verdict was suicide. And in my opinion,

a jury has now been suborned.

It now takes on all the
aspects of a case in which

my department cannot relinquish interest.

You can be forced to do so, Carlin.

Not by you, Mr Repton.

Nor by your minister.

I'm allowed a certain degree of latitude.

And I've already put on
record, and I distaste,

that the department I run
should be used for ministerial

public relations protection
rather than its proper work.

We can now begin that work.

This is it, Mr Cowley.

What are we doing here?

Oh, you know, Cowley. This is where it
all started. He likes to tickle his itch.

So tickle his itch.

You want to build a house or two while
we wait? Not in these shoes, thank you.

I'll bet your mother's feet are cold.

Hello, runt.

Thought we'd seen the last
of you. Did you, Mr Renshaw?

Who are you?

Official call?

Not really.

Well, then this is not a public
park. This is a private building site.

All visitors gotta have
passes and state their

business. Oh, they get
beaten up, Mr Renshaw.

Is he still on about that
little Joey there? He didn't

get beaten up. He got
drunk. Had to hold him down.

You ask the foreman there.
You ask any of the boys.

Now, if you're not official...

And you're certainly not
here with my permission.

We get a lot of pilfering, so we
don't like strangers on the site, right?

Really? We'll see that the
local constabulary look into that.

Make sure that your
affairs are properly looked

after in future, isn't
that so, Mr Halloran?

Now we'd better let Mr Renshaw get back to

his drawing board.
Lucky it's not mailbags.

Oh, I wouldn't be certain
of anyone's luck, would you?

What's he after? We got
the verdict behind us?

Councillor Webb?

Bodie, Doyle, you will
now mingle with the 12

good men and two of the
Temple Blake jury. And you, sir?

I'll remember the advice of my retired
friend who wanted to blow up a bridge.

A lot of material going into that site.
A lot of material, a lot of paperwork.

Some of it papering over the cracks.

And one of these, very
close to an accountant,

supposedly deceased of a
self-administered weed killer.

Not a very typical way for an
accountant to die. How would you say so, Bodie?

Henry is here. He says we have problems.

Oh, well, they must be his as well.

Nothing else would drag him out of
the financial canyons into the country.

Good morning, Henry. Good
morning, Sir Jones. Glad

you could come down. No, thank you.

Perhaps you could join us
for a few holes afterwards.

No, thank you, Sir Jones.
Fresh air will do you good, Henry.

Fresh air is something we might all be
short of, Sir Jones, for a very long time.

Unless you've swept up
after the Temple Blake affair,

as well as your
gardeners have swept up here,

carefully. Oh, indeed,
isn't that so, Carly?

Clear conscience is all around. The man
in the wig said not guilty. He had to.

Thanks to the jury.

Carly doesn't believe him.

He's taking it very
personally. He thinks he was gulled.

He was. That's very bright of him.

Sorry you're not staying,
Henry. Tony's heaved with the car.

Oh, no, no, no, Harry, no, it's my
shout. Large ones, Barney, wherever you are.

Yes? Oh, feed them all
round, Barney, with chasers,

and put it on the bill
and don't let it get cold

now. See you later, fellas, see you later.

Councillor Webb.

Aye.

Aye.

No, the other day.

Does young Tony know?

Logan Blake, does he know?

Aye, you do that.

You can find me at home later.

He can leave a message with my good lady.

Good day to you, councillor.

Oh, good day.

Back up in our little town, are we, eh?
Some unfinished business. Is that so? Well,

you'd better come and join us for a drink.

Some unfinished
business connected with you.

Were you waiting for someone?

Can I help?

Mr. Singleton?

Yes, you can help.

Or rather, I can help you.

Stop your going to jail, Aubrey.

I can call you Aubrey, can't I, Aubrey?

You having trouble there, sir?

Yeah.

These any good for whitewash?

Yes, sir. Snow jobs, cover-ups.

Turning the proverbial blind eye.

What do you mean? How
much did they pay you?

Or did they put the frighteners on?

Who are you? Perverting the course of
justice. Have you heard that expression yet?

Well, of course you have.

You've got a nice, quiet
office where we can talk.

I've been talking to your wife, you know.

Stuffed them a yoke, eh?

And a bit of a windfall.

Or have you been going to the
dogs? Yes, well, haven't we all?

Of course I know the
clerk and the superintendent.

A man's been on the council
the best part of his lifetime.

He's entitled to know a few people.

He has a few friends and a few of
the big ones who know one too well.

Do you mind me?

That's right, love. Give us
a bit of peace and quiet.

Thank you, sweetheart.

You come up here,
winding me up with your damn

graces and bonnemays
for the little grages,

but you don't get me to say anything
I shouldn't. Nothing incriminating.

Because Councillor Webber's done
nothing to incriminate himself, has he? Hey!

A man's been tried, and he's
entitled to say that that is that.

You've had your little game, but the
better man has one. You don't try a man twice.

I mean, not in the
democratic society where I come from.

How long have you been
associated with Tony Logan Blake?

Tony who?

Another of your bloody
double-barreled aristos? You don't know him? Well,

of course I know him.
I didn't say you did.

Now, don't you start
twisting things I say.

I know who he is, and
that's all. His friends are

on the other side of
the council, not mine.

Oh, and before you say
anything else, let me say something.

The judge said we could go.

That means that
Councillor Webb is innocent,

and his friends out there who are
buying him a drink, they say so too.

So if you want to say anything
more, you'd better start thinking.

Because I've got my lawyers, too.

Good.

Perhaps you'd better
bring them with you. Oh,

did no one tell you the Director of
Public Prosecutions is considering

an inquiry into this
question of suborning jurors?

A purely a formality in your case.

But I'm sure we'll find
someone who is guilty.

You can tell Vera she
can lay the tables now.

Right. Thank you, Garrett.

That was our friendly police super.

The one with the
all-too-young and expensive wife?

He did sound a little wary.

Enviable.

Word has come down the CI5 are
investigating the jury on the Temple Blake case,

headed by our human mole, Cowley.

So we are sure, cousin?

Very. Confident.

And if any of the jurors do
talk, what will they find?

A frightened
schoolteacher, a greedy store manager.

You know who they are?

No, never heard of them. Exactly.
And what's more important, Kaz,

they've never heard of you or me.

So we can say no loose ends.

You're confident.

Do you remember how
careful Bobby Gillum was?

Yes.

Not one, but two spare pairs
of shoelaces in his briefcase.

And an extra stiff collar.

I spent the entire day going
through the executive offices.

But the private accounts, well, I told
you where they were. The boardroom's safe.

I checked them myself. And
you've been through Gillum's, David?

Yes, and I wish I had his secretary. Ryan
does the filing like a combine harvester.

And you didn't find this?

A requisition for 300
sheets of photocopying paper.

Oh, I see it means nothing to you.

Poor dear Bobby.

A tiny mind, meticulous to the
last, accounting for everything.

Tips the cloakroom attendants and
300 sheets of photocopying paper.

Private accounts.

He copied them before
he caught a bellyache.

Dear, sweet, cautious Robert.

What point do you do with that?

You cause.

Because you're the sharp one, the
one who we take out insurance against.

Every private paper that's
gone through that boardroom

safe has been photocopied also by me.

And I'm not as bright
as you or Gillum was.

I simply have the same regard for insuring

my own skin and my overseas bank accounts.

Loose end?

I hope not.

Hope is for the underprivileged, and
they're rather overcrowded. Why add us?

I'm sorry you've got to rush back to town.

They are.

You don't have to walk round it.
You can see where it's been skimped.

It stands out like a rash on a baby's bum.

Look, I know the contract price, and I
know the money didn't go in the building.

But the other jury members didn't
agree with you. Did you see them?

I don't think half of them know
what a house like this looks like.

He was a schoolteacher, the
former. Frightened out of his life.

One bloke kept patting his inside
pocket. Four of them didn't say anything.

Just kept nodding
like, follow your leader.

Did anyone try to get to you?

With a Temple Blake address, they
wouldn't have been that stupid.

You've made a very clear picture.
Have you been to many juries? No,

but I've been a works convener,

and I've been on enough
committees where the votes

got settled up front
and favours got paid off.

Somebody got into enough people on
that jury to make them do something,

and they did it, believe me.

And if we ever got near making
a case of this, would you talk?

I doubt it. Well, I'm a
council tenant, aren't I?

It may not be much, but it is my own.

Sorry.

Nothing, except a pair
of flannelet bloomers

moving in a light southwesterly direction.

On a clothesline, of course.

Life and times of
suburbia. Enjoy the view.

Do you know what they'll be looking for?

Yeah, a colonel who was at
the relief of Mafeking told me.

Vanish. There's movement on Mars.

Recognize them?

Yeah, what?

And the others, no powder
puff? Soft as marshmallow.

Papers.

Papers.

Don't go away. Might need you.

He did himself proud.

We do the labouring, and
they own the racehorses.

Perhaps if we find them, we might
win ourselves a racehorse each.

We keep them till they end over.

Don't think about finding them, friend.

You just worry about what's going to
happen to you if we don't find them.

Nothing. These intellectual
knobs. Everything in its place.

Except what you're looking for.

Do you know where he topped himself?

At that last one for the road?

Where a man goes to drink
and die. A careful man.

Greenhouse, on our way.

See, it's about being hurt
or wounded in rough country.

An instinct tells you where to hold up.

Animal.

Refuge.

He'd want to keep his papers dry.

Where do we find the heating
system in this funeral parlor?

Doesn't look worth very much.

Not even a racehorse each.

Right on the plan, sir.

You couldn't stop a fat lady
in a thin alley. Yeah, I know.

He's on his way. Come on, get him.

Silly worries me. Wins nothing.

Have to sell her. Visitors.

Perhaps you could make your own discreet
way out. I don't think you need receipts.

Impressive.

We're in the wrong trade.

I'll take the parcel, Sir James.

We have a warrant, do we? No,

but we do know where that
comes from and what it contains.

Ashes to ashes, and do what we must.

Hang about.

All right, Bodie, let it burn.

The real parcel of the copy account is
already on its way to the fraud squad.

We only had to prove who needed them,
what lengths they'd go to to get them,

and where they'd send them to.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

I look forward to meeting your
lawyers in court, Sir James,

and young Mr Logan Blake.

We'll be glad to do
battle with you, Mr Cowley.

Just an old-fashioned pirate.

If you want to take a romantic view of it.

I've been instructed by my own
minister to convey to you the

contents of a report which
he will lay before cabinet.

The fraud squad analysis has
disclosed that one of your senior civil

servants has been actively
engaged in corruption for some years.

He might wish to resign
before going to court.

The trivial case, which
was the cause of our being

brought into this affair, will be retried.

And with it, a separate murder charge.

Are you suggesting that I knew
about this before I called you in?

I'm saying only that you
sought to use my department

for personal and political ends,

and I will not tolerate that.

All the arrogance there is.

Hound, judge, then jury.
No, Minister, rule of law.

I'm not here in this
office on my own volition.

I'm playing your rules of what passes
for courtesy in the corridors of power.

And what do you suggest I do? Resign.

But we live in a world
without much honour,

where politicians hang on
to offers like dirty glue,

so I don't suppose you
will blame us for others.

Minister?

Well, I hear you've been
spending a lot of time

talking to this fraud
squad man. Reardon, is it?

Yeah, he's good. Says the deadliest
crossfires between two balance sheets.

And the fingers on the pens are crooked.

And the most efficient blunt
instrument is a checkbook.

Providing you've got money in the bank
behind it. You two are really branching out,

but don't try putting the drinks in
your expenses, though. Why? It's work.

Sounds more like education.

And education's never free.