Dempsey and Makepeace (1985) s01e04 Episode Script

- Pick me up in the morning, OK?
- OK.
- OK. Cheers, Willie.
- Night, Willie.
Hey!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Now, tell us, Mr Hutchings,
how far was the assailant from you
when that last shot was fired?
Erm, about five or six feet.
Then, you were able to see his face?
Er, yes. I suppose so.
You suppose so?
Didn't you make a statement
to the police
that you saw him quite clearly?
Yes.
So clearly, in fact,
that you would have no difficulty
recognising him
if you saw him again.
Yes.
I beg your pardon?
Erm Yes.
Now, Mr Hutchings,
is the man you saw,
the man who shot William Ferguson
at a distance
of no more than five or six feet
from you,
is not that man
present here in the court?
No, I don't think so.
You appreciate the seriousness
of the question?
Yes.
And the corresponding importance
of your answer to the Crown's case?
Yes.
Very well.
Let me put it this way, sir.
And I must ask you to think
most seriously before you reply.
Wasn't the shot fired by the
prisoner in the dock, Frank Egan?
Isn't he the man you saw
commit a brutal murder that night?
No.
Hm!
No sign of Egan yet, sir.
Over.
'What's up with
you two? Going to sleep? Over.'
'No, sir, but'
'This is not a bloody health cure.
Over.'
'Just a minute.
'Hadley's come out, sir'
'He's going to the car.
Do we follow? Over.'
'Negative. He's probably going to
do a figure of eight. Stay put.'
'Right, sir.'
'He's away.'
Figure of eight?
Dummy run around the block
to make sure his not being followed.
Be my guest.
Yeah, it's an experiment I'm doing
with British fast food.
It's disgusting.
Yeah That's what I figured.
Hadley's back, sir. Over.
'What about Frank Egan?
Over.'
Nothing yet.
There he is. He's out, sir.
- OK?
- Yeah.
We're heading south.
No, we're not. We're heading west.
Correction. We're heading west.
Take it easy.
Don't get too close to him.
He's looking good. Looking good.
How you can tell
the Pole is at a cock fight?
He is the one with a duck.
How you can tell
the Irishman is at the cock fight?
He is the one who bet on the duck.
How you can tell
the Mafia is at the cock fight?
The duck won?
Crossing the Albert Bridge. Over.
He's moving out. Step on it.
You're going to lose him!
I won't!
Beautiful.
Couldn't resist it,
could you, Frankie?
Couldn't say no to a slice.
- Frankie, I've been so worried.
- No.
I just didn't know
what was happening.
Later.
I've been half out of my mind!
I said, no. Later.
Cor, it's so cold down here.
How about a cup of coffee?
- Mm. Love one.
- Me too.
Just a touch of milk.
- Black.
- No sugar.
Me neither.
- Get us a drink.
- Mm.
Drink!
- What, now?!
- Yeah. Best time of all.
What do you want? Scotch?
Mm. Wholly appropriate.
Well, go on, then!
Listen, Archie, it's Frankie.
How you doing?
Oh, I'm great.
Listen, the haggis.
Are you going to send me down
a little sample?
Getting warmer?
Well, I dunno, do I?
How about your nearest takeaway?
No, no, no. Everything's fine.
All we need are details
of the bird man
Hang about.
- Out!
- Eh?
This is business.
Go and make us something to eat.
Out!
Sorry about that, mate.
No, no, no, no, nobody.
Right then, what the form?
'So, I think that I'll come down
'and discuss the rest of the menu.'
'Oh, yeah? What, personally?'
'I'll not be staying,
so you be there.
'The meet's at Kenwood.'
'No sweat.
Now, you have a good journey.'
'Yeah. Oh, and Frankie,
thanks very much for the favour.
Right, Harry. What we got?
Start with Archie.
Right. "Archibald McAllister.
"Gang leader and hard man.
"Done stretches for
malicious wounding, armed robbery,
"and attempted murder.
"Now heads up the toughest firm
in Glasgow.
"Never been active
down south before."
What connection's he got with Egan?
Nothing till now.
But Willie Ferguson
used to be one of Archie's boys.
Then they had a falling out.
And Frankie Egan blew him away
with a sawn-off shot gun.
- Archie called it a favour.
- That's about it.
What's all this about haggis
and some bloody bird man? Any ideas?
Come on, anything.
A bird man can, maybe, fly?
Or he fancies pigeons,
or even chorus girls.
All right, never mind.
Haggis. Haggis.
I hate the Scotch.
I hate them even more
than the bloody Yanks.
Harry,
get back to our lot in Glasgow.
I wanna know every move
McAllister makes.
Right, sir.
Let's listen to that last part
again, Chas.
'So, what the form, then?'
'Oh, the haggis is cooking up
very nicely.
'Takes a wee while.
'You need to assemble
all the ingredients.'
'Right.'
'And it's not to be hurried.
Very special dish.'
'Right.'
'So, I think I'll come down
and discuss the rest of the menu.'
'Oh, yeah? What, personally?'
'I'll not be staying,
so you be there. Hm?
'The meet's at Kenwood.'
'No sweat.
Now, you have a good journey.'
'Oh, and Frankie
Thanks very much for the favour.'
'No trouble.'
He's leaving the platform.
He's coming through.
'Should be there now.
'Wearing a blue suit, briefcase,
carrying a raincoat.'
He's going down for a taxi.
He'll be with you in a minute.
Off you go.
Where are you? You seem miles away.
Oh. Erm
I was thinking of Central Park.
Makepeace,
I want to ask you something.
- Yes?
- What's haggis?
Erm
it's offal.
This seems like a good place.
No, I didn't mean
what it tastes like, what is it?
It's offal.
Hello, Charlie-one. Target A-alpha
just entered the grounds. Over.
'Roger, Charlie-one.
'We have contact with target E-echo.
Over.'
'Roger.'
- Wait for me here. Hm?
- OK.
Oh, hello, Frankie.
Archie. Good to see you.
- Let's walk.
- Yeah.
'Good journey?'
Oh, no complaints. No complaints.
- Willie will be with the angels now.
- Yeah. Huh.
Teach him to rat on my operation
'..go running to you.'
'No other way, Archie,
I had to. You know that.'
- Aye, well, it's very pretty here.
- Mm.
- So, how's it all shaping?
- Great.
All we need
are details of the bird man.
Well, he's good.
He's the very best.
How much is he asking?
- 30%.
- 30.
'Archie'
'Still, that's what I promised.'
- What's his name?
- Steve Heller.
- And he is good.
- When's he get here?
'If there are no problems
in Chicago,
'you can look for him tomorrow.'
'Sounds fair.'
Of course, Frankie
Well, if you were to decide
in your wisdom
that 30% was too much and, er
well, if you had a mind
to dispense with him afterwards
well, I wouldn't stand
in your way, you know that? Hm?
I know. I'll be in touch.
Aye. Aye, well, you do that.
- Well, so long, Frankie. Be lucky. Hm?
- And you.
There was a bag on your nose.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Purpose of your visit, Mr Heller?
- Vacation.
Yes?
I'm hoping to look up
some old buddies.
- Enjoy your stay.
- Thank you.
His name's Stephen Heller.
Heller. Steve Heller.
Hm. Sounds right.
His landing card says he's a pilot.
- May I?
- May you what?
Why not.
If you're waiting for your date,
I apologise,
but I'd sure like to buy you
a drink.
Well, it doesn't look as if my date
is showing up,
so, er, I'd be happy to accept.
What are you drinking?
Would you believe,
straight tonic water?
I think we could do a little better
than that. Barman.
- You, er, live nearby?
- Chelsea.
I'm closer. Nine floors above.
What sort of a view
did they give you?
From where I'm standing - fantastic.
Careful.
It's a very expensive dress.
I'll buy a dozen more like it.
Just, er, give me one moment,
will you?
Sure.
Don't be long, honey.
Dempsey.
Dempsey?
Oh, no!
I'll kill him.
I will kill him.
- You're still wearing it.
- Don't you like it?
Not any longer. Take it off.
Come on, baby. Take it off.
And the rest.
Wouldn't you rather do it yourself?
Are you planning
on giving me a hard time?
No, I am!
- Hi.
- Where were you?
In the closet.
You were meant to be
in the bathroom!
Yeah, but I got a better view
from the closet.
You wait!
- What was that for?
- You dirty, filthy
- What are you getting so excited about?
- What do you think I am?
- Why are you getting so excited?
- Some grubby little schoolboy joke?!
You are very cute when you're mad.
- Don't you EVER do that to me again!
- OK.
- How's the hotel?
- So-so.
- Is that all?
- I've done time in worse.
Yeah, well, don't tell Frankie.
He'll want a refund.
Where is he?
Just finishing his breakfast.
He's been up half the night,
you know what I mean?
I'll tell him you're here.
You do that.
Like what you see?
Very much.
Yeah. Archie told me you'd say that.
Frank Egan.
Steve Heller.
Glad to see you, Steve.
Who's that? Dempsey! Where are you?
What's the score?
It's going down tomorrow.
No, I don't know what it is,
but whatever it is,
it's something to do with flying.
Yeah, flying.
Do you fly?
Sure I can,
as long as it's got wings.
Would you shut up and listen
for a second, superintendent, sir?
Dempsey!
This may be the only chance I get.
There was this map.
Yeah, map. I had a look at it.
Yeah, yeah. OK. Got it.
Now, you get out of there.
Harry! Harry.
Get me a map of the home counties,
quick! Chas, come here.
Northolt. Ah, RAF everywhere.
Elstree. Doubtful. Don't think
they use that much these days.
Where is it? Where is it?
Try this one, sir.
- What's that?
- It's an aeronautical map.
Well, why didn't you give me that
in the first place?
Make me waste my time?
Now, it can't be Heathrow
or Gatwick.
It's got to be somewhere smaller.
Biggin Hill.
What do you reckon, Chas?
Search me, guv.
- What about Duxton?
- Where?
Duxton. Small airfield in Kent
There.
It's fully operational,
can handle fairly large planes.
How do you know that, Harry?
Airfields. Egan and McAllister.
McAllister and Egan.
Planes. Haggis. Huh!
The flying bloody haggis.
I tell you, it's not worth
No, it wouldn't.
- They couldn't, could they?
- Sir?
Well?
What are you standing there for?
That's a fairly representative
sample. Should give you some idea.
- And it's all legal tender?
- Oh, Christ.
Bank of Scotland notes
are legal throughout the kingdom.
Although some people prefer
not to accept them.
Small shopkeepers and suchlike.
How much of it is there in England?
Oh, quite a lot.
Sometimes a considerable amount,
particularly after the
England-Scotland football match.
Mr Jefferies,
let me get this straight,
all Scotch money down here
comes in to you, right?
Correct. It's sent to us
by the clearing banks.
And what do you do with it?
- We send it back to Scotland, naturally.
- How often?
Usually every week. In the care
of two of our own officials.
Chief superintendent,
are you in possession of information
that we ought to know?
No, sir. I'm just pursuing
a small independent enquiry
and I'm grateful for your time.
- May I ask you a question?
- Yes.
How much money do you think
you'll be handling this week?
I should say about three quarters
of a million,
give or take the odd 10,000.
And how do propose
to get it back to Scotland?
Why, as we always do.
By aeroplane, of course.
It's about time you did something
about this.
Well, maybe you'd like to help us?
Out! Come on! Come on!
Keep moving. In the back. Come on.
Move it! Move it! Move it!
Hey! Happy landings.
There they are.
Will you let me through?!
- Everyone out! Out! Move!
- Out! Out!
OK, back up.
- Out!
- All right. Calm down!
Go, go, go!
Sign here, please, miss.
For the delivery.
Oh, right.
- Where do you want me to sign?
- Right here.
- Mr Williams is indisposed, is he?
- I'm sorry?
Mr Williams,
who normally does this flight.
- Oh, he got married.
- Married?!
Yes, it was rather sudden.
Must have been.
Still, lucky for some.
Sit there! Stay put!
Behave yourself.
Check it.
Right, come on up.
Charlie-one and tower.
Charlie-one and tower.
Now on autopilot,
heading zero-seven-zero, out.
Hey, look.
We've got a lady cop here.
Do you fancy a bash?
Yeah. Don't mind if I do.
Thanks.
Ugh!
'Do you read me, Charlie-one?
'Charlie-one. Do you read me?
Come in.'
Er, yes, I read you.
Where's Harry? Where is she?
'Charlie-one, this is tower.
I repeat, do you read me?'
What do I do?
You are cleared for landing.
Repeat. Cleared for landing.
'Landing?!
Er, but there isn't a pilot!'
Hey? What is this?
- Get her down.
- You're going to land the plane, Harry.
That's what you're going to do.
It's Dempsey.
Dempsey!
How you doing?
What's your position?
Desperate.
All right. First, strap yourself in.
Then put your feet on the rudders
and your hands on the stick.
Have you done that?
OK, OK. That much I know.
What do I do now?
All right.
Look down and to your right.
By your knee,
there's a set of throttles.
To the right of that, there's
a little red lever. Do you see it?
Yes.
All right. That's the automatic pilot.
When I tell you
you're gonna turn that off
and you'll be flying a plane.
Dempsey!
Listen, there's nothing to it.
You'll see, trust me.
You ready?
- 'Yeah. I'm ready.'
- OK, Harry. Do it.
I'm diving!
Pull back on the stick, Harry.
Pull-back! Pull up, Harry.
Are you levelling out?
OK. OK, I'm level.
Good girl. Good girl.
Now, hold it steady.
Just hold it steady.
When you're ready,
we're gonna make a nice, easy
U-turn,
we're gonna bring you back home, OK?
You're going to take
a compass heading of two-five.
You commence your turn
whenever you're ready, Harry.
- How do you feel?
- 'Elevated.'
OK, now, all you've got to do
is bring the plane down.
You're doing great, baby.
You're doing great.
Now, all we got to do
is the use the runway, OK?
Let's say we'll do it for real
this time.
Dempsey, I'm scared!
No, you're not. You're just nervous.
She's nervous!
Come on, Harry. Where's that
stiff British upper lip, eh?
All right. OK.
Nose down! Nose down!
Go back on the throttle!
Go back on the throttle!
Now, cut it! Cut it!
Good girl!
You need some practise, Harry.
I'm awfully sorry, sir.
Sorry? What are you sorry for?
- For all the mess.
- What mess?
The money. The money's everywhere.
Oh, yeah, that.
Well, I suppose it doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter? You crazy?
It's a fake!
It's a bloody fake!
The real money
went up by car last night.
You think I'd take chances
with something important? Yeah?