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It's Suki. Suki's dead. Oh, no. She was killed.

Somebody killed her.

We'll get another one. I promise you we'll get another. Don't worry, darling.

You haven't got your nice new little kitten, OK?

Off you go, love.

We'll talk about it when you get home, OK?

What's all the yelling about, babe?

The cat.

The cat's dead.

Oh, bloody cats. What, run over or what?

This was shoved through the door, and Suki was dumped on the doorstep.

One, two, three, four, five.

You'll be all right.

You'll have something to remember, a lot to remember.

One, two, three, four, five.

But you'll be all right.

What are we going to do, Jack?

I'll walk tonight.

I'll make a phone call.

Who?

Doyle.

Got a caller who won't give his name.

What do you mean he won't give his name? Tell him to go to hell,

it's the middle of the night. He says to tell you, the Maiden Lane job.

The Maiden Lane job.

All right, put him on.

Who's this? Stone, Jack Stone. Oh, come on, what is this, some kind of gag?

No, it's me.

Look, I can prove it.

You collared me on that dog track job.

Couldn't make it stick. Held me way over the limit without seeing me lawyer.

But I wriggled out of it.

Put a trace on number one, quick.

It's me, Doyle, Stone.

Yeah, all right, Jack, it's you. When you're out of your head, where are you?

I'm coming to that. Look,

I'll give myself up to you if you would do something for me.

Come, my bandit, and God knows what.

I'll be at my place.

Springfield Road, you know it.

Well, you should do. You turned it over often enough in the old days.

Yeah, I know it, Jack. It's going back a bit. Look, I'll find it, all right?

Listen, don't come round the front or the game's up.

There's some allotments round the back.

Can you come in on a quiet, round about daylight?

It's damn near dawn already.

Yeah, all right, I'll find it. I'd given you up for dead, mate.

Yeah, I might have been better off all round if I was. Hello?

Yeah, shake Bodie out of his reverie, will you?

Tell him I'll pick him up in ten minutes.

Hello, Jack.

He's in there.

Hello, Jack. Where'd you spring from?

All over the place.

What's that in the garden? Not the loot, is it? Eight-month-old pup, kid's dog.

How long you been here?

What's the difference?

Difference? A lot of people looking for you, mate. Australia, South America,

and here you are. Yeah, you're the last of the Maryukans, Jack.

Yeah, all the others are safely locked away.

Proper little Houdini, you are. All right, cut out all the clever,

clever stuff for a start.

Listen, mate, you sent for me.

I could just as easily have brought the boys in blue.

Some inspector could get promoted over this, you know.

Big splash in the papers, bang, superintendent.

You sent for me.

See, I don't handle this kind of stuff anymore, Jack. You're not in my class.

My family's been threatened, dawg. Not me, me family.

Someone's rumbled I'm here.

Well, they know I'm here. At least they know I'm in touch. One, two, three, four,

five. You'll be all right.

I'm sorry, I don't remember.

What's this one, two, three, four, five stuff?

One the cat, two the dog this morning.

So who's on to you, then?

I don't know.

Some heavy money front of the job. Maybe someone wasn't in on the share out.

But you were, weren't you, Jack?

No milk or sugar, thanks, lad.

Have you got one of those polythene bags, kitchen bags?

Please.

You ripped him off, didn't you, Jack?

Who were they? I don't know.

Wasn't that how it happened?

Yeah, but you did rip him off. Listen, we all got ripped off.

You don't know what it was like.

I mean, there was money there. There was big money.

I mean, by the time everything had been straightened and fixed,

by the time all the money changes had been done, there was nothing left.

Hello, Nick. What are you doing out of bed, son?

I heard you talking.

Oh, these are just some friends of mine. Haven't seen them for a long time.

Now, come on, get yourself back up to bed, eh?

I'm going to stay down here with you, Dad.

Get upstairs, then.

Not now, Nick. Dad's doing some business.

How long have the kids known you were back? They didn't.

Chrissie and me pretended.

They'd come back from school, surprise, surprise, there I am for the night.

Little presents, all that kind of thing.

So where were you?

Upstairs in the bloody rafters, weren't I?

You'd have been better off doing your time.

Good talk, kids.

Come on, you know what they're like.

Not in families like ours, you know that.

Listen, Jack, this is not for us.

All we can do is turn you in.

We can arrange police protection for your family.

All right, they'll have to move away from... Listen, now, get done.

You can't disappear a whole family.

Look, you can't lock me up without me in mind, can you?

We haven't got a lot of option, mate.

Blugger up, that note must have been some kind of a nutter.

Poisoning the cat, smashing the dog's head in with a hammer.

I can't leave him like that. I can't.

If I could just get me hand on a few grand.

Leave it out.

Come on, you've got out something stashed away. No way, long gone.

Chris O'Meara might come up with a few, but for

her, not for me. Well, the money's out, Jack.

I'm not asking you, I'm pleading.

And then he turns himself in. And then we bring him in.

Amazing.

Locked himself in his own private prison. Yeah, with a few mod cons and amenities.

Rather him than me. There's more ways of killing a cat.

Is that a bad taste, Joe? I thought you'd appreciate

a laugh, sir, these solemn occasions.

Memorial service for a brave man.

He enjoyed a laugh.

I'm not entirely happy about this. It's not really our bag.

But I'm seeing the commissioner later.

I might just touch on it, our involvement. I

think the fewer people who know, the better.

Are you implying... No, I'm not implying anything.

I know I should have involved the locals, but... They're nice kids, you know.

Cry for help. Is he waving or drowning?

Another of your jokes? It's worth a try. They may be nice kids,

but that's a family with a pedigree of villainy on both sides.

His wife's father, Lane Hatch. The hatchet? Nah,

he's an old man. Mellowed too, no doubt.

Well, you have my approval for now. Low profile. No big teams wrecking my budget.

You're sure you got in and out of the house unobserved? Yes, sir.

Well, carry on.

Bodie, this is not on. I've just come off duty.

A favor, come on. Can't a fella ask a favor once in a while?

I suppose as a schoolteacher. Well, do I look like a schoolteacher?

Some very dolly ones these days, you know. Anyway, you could always wear spectacles.

Well, I don't wear spectacles. Well, what is it?

Hey, is this official or what?

Get off.

Oh, the boy's at St Luke's. I'll take care of him.

Okay. But remember, I'm not shooting up my whole leave on this number.

Hey, babe, you and me. Soon, Cracky.

Okay, two teams.

That'll do. Right, down the centre. You lot over there.

Okay, lads. Quiet now. Right, the last one. To that line and back.

It's a sissy. Go!

To the line and back!

And back! Come on!

Okay, right. Who wants to play basketball?

Yeah!

No, thank you.

That's Linda, the group leader. Socks down, hair in a mess. That's typical of her.

Those are her best friends this term.

She looks pale. Well, she's got exams coming

up, but she should do well. She works hard.

Why the official interest, or shouldn't I ask? Nothing to do with the children.

The family are... Dubious?

No, it's not uncommon.

Now, don't run now, and no pushing on the stairs. This is a strange neighborhood.

Yes, under the veneer of respectability.

Linda's father disappeared some time ago.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Mother's a nice woman. She comes to parent meetings

and the children are very well behaved.

Are they not disturbed? Linda's particularly promising. Yes, I'm sure she is.

Hey, where's your mum? I don't know. She probably got stuck again.

Let's hang on a bit.

Come on, let's walk.

Come on, you've got to admit that.

Listen, mate, I've seen a couple of school kids, a blonde one and a dark one,

both boys. Yeah, about a minute ago. Go on up that way, T. Yes.

But as you've been very brave, yeah, I can have this lolly. Here's yours.

No, you don't do that again, all right?

Look, Vicky, where have you been?

You know you've no business to go running off like that.

It's the I-5, all right? Do you lose Mum?

Yes, I am.

Yeah, well, he's just had a bit of a scare.

He's very frightened. Near miss with a car.

But I don't think you're going to go running off in a hurry, are you? Again, eh?

You bad boys.

If I'm late, you stay here and wait for me, OK? Get in there.

Come on. You behave yourselves.

Safe and sound, 6-2. Anything to report?

Quiet as the grave, 3-7.

Have fun. Down. 3-7 at base. Patch me through to 9-1, will you?

Linda's detained for a while. Bad marks in home economics. Well,

screwed up on the rice pudding. Something like that.

Yeah, we'll stick with her, okay? All the way home. Well done.

Thanks, out.

He's still a bit hot.

He's just a bit shaken. He'll forget all about it soon. Dad?

Yes, love?

Was it really an accident?

Well, it seems like it. The car got out of control, you know.

Some madman just driving too fast.

But Sookie, and then Paddy...

It's not a nice thing to do.

Well, it's not a very nice thing,

just some people around here just don't like

pets. There's some funny people about, Linda.

You're going to stay with us near dead?

Yeah, as long as I can, yeah.

Will you have to go away again?

Well, I might do, you know.

Not for a while, really.

Come on, let's get you to bed. Hey, what's all this?

Homework this time of night?

Yeah, I've got to get it done.

Yeah, you get some sleep, eh?

Go on.

I'll give you a call early in the morning, eh?

Doyle.

Nice day out for you. Spot of prison visiting. Parkhurst,

Isle of Wight and Winchester. Who's on the island?

Uh, Barnet Moss.

He put the bank job together, picked the team.

Yeah, I remember him. He'd have a handful.

That's why he's in top security.

Well?

Yeah, very well, thanks. Hope I find you the same. Oh, yeah, it's great in here.

The sea air.

You're always a cigar man, weren't you, Barney?

Big cigar, big flash car.

Didn't bring a bird, I suppose. Well, a piece of chicken.

What's the matter? Don't you like the food?

All right, who are you?

What do you want?

Doyle, CI5. CI5?

You were in the regular force.

Limehouse, wasn't it?

Yeah, I did a bit down there.

So now you're with the Daring Do, Mum.

Hope you're well paid for it.

To live in.

So is feeding pigs.

So, what's it all about?

The maiden line job.

Oh, no, not again. There's a book on it.

There's another one coming out.

One of the Sundays serialized it. A weekly rag did the woman's angles.

You could always try reading the trial for six weeks, plus appeals.

Who put up the seed money?

Thanks.

Nice twist on the note, sir. What? What note? Jack Stone, The Letter Threat.

There's no prints on the paper, except for Stone and his missus.

Paper's cheap anyway. Get it anyplace, about 400 outlets.

But it is written by the right hand of a left-handed

male, 40, medium height and build.

Now, if he was dyslexic... Yeah, I know.

Narrow the field down. We're afraid he spells correctly.

Put it through the computer. Already have.

Left-handed it as crooked as a right. Who's the one at Manchester?

Ned Turner, the draftsman. He didn't go on the job, but he did all the planning.

Then he rushed in for his money. What are we doing out here?

It's a bonus, a bit of fresh air.

Climatising me, are you?

For open prison.

It's a bit too soon for that.

Stay out of the word in the right direction. Are you some sort of god-botherer?

Well, you could say I'm a concerned person, yeah.

What about? Jack Stone's wife and kids.

Don't tell me you'll collect him.

Someone's threatened to do him in.

What, Chrissie and the kids? Mm-hmm.

Not well, her dad's alive.

Yeah, I know, but believe me, mate, it's on.

What month are you? C.I. I think I'll go back in. Come on, it's nice out here. Yeah.

On a clear day, you can see the cathedral. I know what your game is.

Carrot and stick.

You're the carer. Don't want to make the elephant.

Left him back at base.

Look, you've always been marked down as the non-violent type.

You don't want anything to happen to the Stone family, do you?

I could do him a bit of violence.

Cue form's on the right. What cue? Oh, come on.

I'd wrung it on us.

All of us. Got clean away? Yeah.

Collie died, you know.

Chris's cousin. The hatchet's nephew. Yeah, car burnt out. Yeah, and the rest.

All sorts of things got burnt.

Jack got out, though.

Never been seen since, has he?

K registration mark, SL, the place of the tally.

Observation will bring it in, sir.

No, it's worth a few days' observation. Anything from Dorff? Wall of silence,

thanks, Fred. He's seen the rest of the gang.

Well, I can't get word out.

Nautilus all over, intermunicado. Solitary? Something like that.

Sounds a bit rough, doesn't it? Thanks a lot.

Hey, Chrissie.

What?

It's time to make a move.

They'll be terrified.

Poor little mites. No, they won't.

They'll just think of it as an adventure.

If you'd call Doyle again... No good, no good.

Listen, he can catch up with us any time.

Nobody gives a damn.

Come on, Nick, finish it up.

There, put that on the back of the car for me.

Looks like we're doing the right thing, that's all.

It's all we can do. These take care of their own.

I'll leave it out, Chris.

Come on, love, that's enough. Off you go.

Yeah, no.

That's it.

On the way.

9 feet of base.

Urgent!

Listen, you're paid to be awake all the time, not half the time.

Can we do that now, Mum? Not yet, love. It won't be much longer. I'm so cramped.

You're a good girl. Do what your dad said.

Oh, Linda! Nikita! Are you all right? Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, babe.

Kids are safe. Everybody's all right.

You'll be OK.

I don't know where to see the grandparents.

They don't rate our efforts of protection.

To seeing this, I don't think clients agree with them.

One of our guys took his eye off the ball, didn't he? I'll give him a rocket,

but what can you do? Up all night, crack a door.

I know, I know.

What's the damage?

Shock, mainly.

Chrissie's got a few scratches, but she had a belt on, thank God.

Cowley's gonna love this one, mate.

We should have turned Jack in in the first place

and let the Met look after the family.

Well, we didn't, and I want this man, bastard.

Hatch, someone to see you.

Good morning.

Cowley, CI5.

Morning.

Got the coffee on?

I can make some.

Do that.

Is this how you put in your time now?

Better than the other way.

Yes, yes, I expect it is.

You seem to be very comfortably placed.

It's all bought and paid for. Do you want to see the accounts?

No, no, I'm sure they read well.

We've met before.

Presentation dinner for Jimmy Dick, 72.

Oh, yes.

I expect there were a lot of people there.

There were.

It was a few months before the corruption trials.

Jimmy did his time.

Stood it very well.

He's in South Africa now.

Security men in the gold mines.

Just the job for him.

I want to talk to you about Maiden Lane.

Maiden Lane or Memory Lane?

You've come out with some right ones. Maiden Lane and your son-in-law,

and his wife and children.

What have they got to do with it?

Jack had it away. More luck than brains.

Did he have it away, Hatch?

Half the world's police and Interpol never got near him.

Maybe he did have a little bit of something.

Cunning. Animal cunning.

Who supports his family?

I do. Who else?

Right, we're just coming up to it now.

Linda will go in and open the garage door a

bit while her mum's paying me off. OK, Liz?

Got it. All set.

Now, Linda, make a thing of getting your bike out.

Your mum's going to tell you you can't go out and put the bike away, OK? Yes.

Good girl. Now, Nick, you stick with your mum.

OK.

All quiet.

Yeah, well, stay with it. The night man blew out.

So I hear.

This is very kind of you, Mrs. Hatch.

No trouble.

I won't join you. My daughter's bringing the children over, so I've got a lot to do.

I don't think they will be coming, Mrs. Hatch.

How's that?

What do you mean they won't be coming?

Your daughter met with an accident on her way over here. Oh, my God.

Accident? You've been quizzing me about some job years ago,

and my family's been in an accident.

They're all right. Your daughter just got a couple of scratches,

and the accident and the job are related. Where are they?

They've been taken care of.

Well, I want to see them. You will, all in good time. Now,

who hates your son-in-law enough to kill off his wife and kids? Kill them?

To try, at any rate.

I made a start with the cat and the dog. The cat was poisoned by a neighbour.

And the dog?

Chrissie never told us about that. What did she tell you?

Just... She wanted to be on her own for a bit,

so she was bringing the kids over to us.

She gets depressed, gets on top of her Jack being missing and all.

Would she tell you if she heard from Jack? She'd tell me.

Answer that, will you, Ros?

Jack will never show.

You won't find him.

He must miss his family. Miss them?

He's probably shacked up with some bint somewhere,

but the only good thing that ever came out

of that job was Chrissie being rid of him.

Does she feel that way about it?

Women. Haven't got much sense, have they?

Mr Cowley, it's for you.

Oh, thank you.

That's Doyle here, sir. Found the car, dumped outside the local underground station.

Only half a mile away from the crash.

Where did we get the ident?

A kid delivered newspapers, saw the crash, told the local cops.

Anything on the license plates? Yeah, I've stolen last night in Northwest 10.

I didn't even know he was gone.

There's some careless people about. Yeah, right. Leave

it alone, like the last one. Just observation, eh?

Okay, will do.

Well, the family, in happier times.

Yeah.

Well, Jack and your daughter, their wedding, eh?

Yeah.

That's Chrissie, at Nick's christening.

Oh, he's a bonny wee lad.

Here he is again.

As a page. Cole's wedding.

Colin and Peggy.

Barely a toddler, then.

Colin.

Collie Roberts, killed when the car burnt out, eh?

Yeah.

Poor Cole.

That's Linda as the little bridesmaid.

Her hair was much fairer then.

And that's one of Peggy on her own.

She went out of her mind, poor girl.

I wasn't surprised when she... did it.

Took an overdose.

Who's that?

Oh, it's Pat Weaver, Peggy's dad.

That's the group.

Father, me, all of them.

Those days are gone.

Got you looking at the family portraits, has she?

Got the family album out of the drop of a hat.

And why not?

Pat Weaver.

There's a name from the past.

Too early for a drink for you, Mr Cowley. I'm about due for one. Oh,

it's late enough. A small scotch, perhaps.

I'll get some water.

Oh, not for me, Mrs Hatch.

Colin was your nephew, Hatch. That's right. You're no sons of your own.

Nope.

Just Chrissie and her sister in Miami.

Well, thanks.

What happened to Pat Weaver? Not a lot. Retired villain, time his hands, like me.

Cheers.

Mr. Cowley, about that accident, exactly what did happen.

Blank.

Blank.

Looking for a game?

None now.

Table three, if you want. Free shortly.

Another time. Haven't seen you in a long time. Copper, haven't you? Was?

Yeah, I thought so.

Good in the faces. What are you doing now?

I'm making a living.

You haven't crossed sides, have you?

No, not exactly. I wonder what their game is.

A local hood, is he? Yeah, small time. Pity

we can't ask around. It's a tight community.

It's as tight as a drum.

Blank.

There's a couple more on Abbott Street. That's tier eight. Last race has started.

The old man checked with the housing authority. Had a council flat.

Let it go three months ago.

No forwarding address, of course. That's unusual, parting with a flat.

Hard to come by.

Yeah.

Put a bit of an allotment, too. Not far from Jack Stone's place.

Hello.

Someone's let that lot go to seed, haven't they?

Yeah, it's a pity.

Used to keep it lovely.

Then he let it go.

Lost interest, I suppose.

Can anyone get one of these?

If you live around here. Get your name on the list.

What happened to this fella, then?

Oh, I haven't seen him in a long while. The illness.

Could have turned his toes up.

I'll have to put my name down.

Well, okay, I saw him a couple of times coming out of a high-rise in Camelot Street.

Well, if she likes the view. Did you get it? Yeah.

Staying with an old flame on the 10th floor.

10th.

She's her way, too, and the club's up north.

The lift's working, isn't it? I hope so.

Well, phone engineers.

No, I thought Public Health Department.

A survey on depressive tendencies of residents of high-rise blocks.

Can you keep that up? What?

Patter.

Yeah, I read The Guardian, don't I?

Excellent. You'll do it for me.

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Doyle?

Yeah? Liv's coming.

Bode? Yeah.

Rat poison in a high-rise flat.

Maybe they use the lifts.

Come on, Nick. It's way past your bedtime. Just another five minutes, Mum.

You've already had another five minutes.

Then you'll want another five.

I'd have to concede anyway. He's seven ahead. I couldn't possibly catch up.

Come on, you can play again tomorrow, OK?

How long are you to stay with us?

Oh, a day or two.

Right, good night. Good night. Good night, Nick. Have you got a gun in there?

Have you?

Powder.

Lipstick.

That's what I've got in there.

Are you going to take Dad in?

No, not me.

He's not a bad man.

He's your dad, Linda.

But if he's done something wrong, he'll have to stand trial sooner or later.

How long will he have to go for?

Oh, I don't know. You will be able to see him, though.

He won't have to hide anymore.

Come on, you two.

Oh, Dad. Listen, you've got a long day.

I'll give Chrissie a hand in the kitchen.

OK, thanks.

You just be a good girl.

Dad.

What? I'm so frightened.

There's no need to be.

You'll be all right.

Pearson, pull me through to the boss.

Operations.

Major Cowley.

Right.

Cowley.

Mr Hatch insists on talking to you.

Put him on.

Look, Harry, this can't go on.

I'm not staying cooped up here with my lot in danger. But you agreed to cooperate,

Hatch. You didn't give me any option.

Where are they? I want to talk to my daughter.

I'm afraid that's out of the question.

No, it is not out of the question.

If you've got her in safe custody, there's no reason why I can't talk to her.

She's done nothing wrong.

Their safety is a matter for the authorities.

Your being cooped up, as you say, is for their safety.

I must insist that they remain incommunicado.

You'll be kept informed, as I promise you. For the moment,

I must ask you to keep to our arrangement.

Oh, God, you'd better be right about this.

If any harm comes to them, you'll know what a bloody vendetta is. I'll see to that.

I think you'd better get some sleep, Hatch.

Good night.

Time to go, time, then. Yeah.

See you.

Love you, Jack.

Yeah, you too, Chris. And them.

I've done it all wrong, babe.

No, you haven't.

Go.

Let's get it over with.

The old man's gone walkabout.

Heading for Luke Street. Yeah, about time too. Four-five out.

Six-two.

With you, four-five.

Someone's coming.

Yeah.

That's it.

We're in business. Great.

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We're taking for the front.

Hold it, Weaver!

Don't stand a chance!

Yeah, he must have been watching long after the police gave up.

Yeah, probably saw something on the allotment. Spent hours on those little patches,

you know, when they're retired.

Plenty of time. His daughter's suicide preying on his mind. Ah, fine night's work.

You let a wanted man get clean away. Murph let him get away.

You two were supposed to be running the show. He went running after Weaver.

And Jack Stone just slipped away. He won't get far away.

Oh, thank you.

Can I tell the commissioner that?

Saved his wife and kids.

Yeah, where's he gonna go? He's berserk about that family.

I sometimes wonder if you're going soft, Doyle.

In the head.

Yeah, sooner or later, next time you get a call

like that, leave it out, mate, will you?

Why don't I see them before we go?

You'd better ask my colleague.

Help yourself, mate.

I'll give you that one.

Hey, Mickey, you're up early this morning. How are you?

All right.

You doing up this time of day?