Dempsey and Makepeace (1985) s01e08 Episode Script

Come in.
Wilson, 7381, sir.
- Wilson.
- Right!
- Well, what's the problem?
- I'd like to speak to you alone, sir.
Hmm, that's not possible,
I'm afraid, Wilson.
But anything you have to say can be
said in front of Mr Edwards, here.
- I'd, er, rather not, sir.
- It's the rules, Wilson.
I'd like to see Chief Superintendent
Gordon Spikings, privately.
What do you mean, "privately",
Wilson?
A visit from a senior police officer
can quite easily be arranged
- through the normal channels.
- No.
I want you to phone him direct.
I don't want anyone else to know.
And what is the meaning behind
this clandestine meeting, may I ask?
Are we going to see Daddy tomorrow,
Mum?
Course we are,
can't not see him, can we?
How long will it be
before he comes back home?
Oh, I don't know, little Charlie,
maybe sooner than we think, eh?
Here, you go off and play with Max
for a while. I'll just sit here.
Hello.
- Aren't you Charlie? Charlie Wilson?
- Yeah, how did you know my name?
- Ah, we know your daddy.
- I'm going to see my daddy tomorrow.
- Where is your mummy, Charlie?
- Shall I go and get her?
Mummy!
Get that bloody dog, Sean.
Charlie!
- There's your report on Tennant.
- And?
He's squeaky clean.
Oh, yeah?
Put tabs on both his home phones
and his office, likewise.
24-hour surveillance, the guy's
slick, we're getting nowhere.
Can't stand the pace, Dempsey?
- I ain't proud, I'm crackered.
- Crackered?
- Yeah, cream crackered.
- Sorry?
Cockney rhyming slang.
Cream crackered, knackered.
- You're learning fast.
- You two finished?
Right, what we got left?
Just the car.
He's got a phone in his car.
Well, tap it.
Who's that? Oh, hello, George.
He what? Oh, does he?
I'm afraid I can't.
What about tomorrow?
At 9 o'clock in your office.
Look, I'll get the tube, you get a
car to meet me at the other end. OK?
Well, well, well. Right on cue.
Charlie Wilson wants a meet.
Charlie Wilson?
Yeah, he was driving with Tennant
last year.
He was driving on a big job.
He ripped off half a million in
gold coins and antique medallions.
I remember.
Lovely job. Right in the middle
of the sales room.
Half a dozen of them with shooters
under their coats and suddenly,
bold as brass, it's hold-up time.
Don't tell me, they got away?
Oh, yeah. They showed us a clean
pair of heels and no mistake.
I was at West End Central
at the time,
working with our esteemed Commander.
Somehow, we got wrong-footed
and went charging off
in the wrong direction.
The villains dived down the tube
and vanished.
All except Charlie Wilson, he got
nabbed. Almost by accident. Funny.
- What do you think he wants now?
- Could want to spill some old beans.
- Maybe he's got something on Tennant?
- Maybe.
I think I'll ring the Commander.
He might be interested.
Though I still want Tennant's
car-phone seen to.
Oh, Max. What are we going to do?
You go straight round to the police,
that's what you do, my girl.
- And if you won't, I will.
- Oh, mum, you know we can't. Not yet.
My grandson's been kidnapped.
That's all I know.
And I won't stand by and do nothing.
Go on, answer the thing, then.
- Hello?
- 'Eileen Wilson?'
Where's little Charlie?
He's quite safe.
And there's no need for any alarm.
He's just been taken
as a kind of insurance, that's all.
Insurance?
What are you talking about?
Your old man has got a loose tongue.
And loose tongues can be dangerous
in the wrong quarter.
So the boy stays with us
until we are certain sure
that your man's going
to keep his lip buttoned.
Is he there? Can I speak to him?
Sure.
That's your ma. Say hello
and say that you're all right.
Hello, Mum.
Is Max all right, Mum?
Oh, Charlie, darling.
Are you all right?
Oh, my God.
Yes. Max is fine.
Oh, Charlie.
Mrs Wilson.
Don't do anything stupid, now,
like contacting the police.
Just be patient
and you'll get your wee boy back.
If you do anything out of line
'..you'll never see little Charlie
again.'
- I'll only be a couple of minutes.
- Right, Mr Tennant.
There's no need for you to come in,
it's business.
- Oh, go on.
- Ah, all right.
You never know,
you might even win something.
Yeah.
- Hello, Jack.
- Hello.
Sorry I'm late, I got caught up
in a spot of trouble.
Nothing serious, I hope?
Who is this?
That's a toy, my dear Jack.
It's my little toy.
Here, go and blow this, darling,
and, er, if by any chance you're
lucky, we'll split the winnings.
Oh!
Good evening, Mr Tennant.
Your usual, sir?
Thank you, squire.
Well, two from three leaves one.
One's probably been told
to wait.
I guess you're just
going to have to go down there
and charm the pants off the guy.
Then I can sweeten his gas tank.
- Hmm. Thanks a bunch.
- Come on, Makepeace.
You can ooze sex for 30 seconds,
can't you?
Hi. Going to be here long?
- You what?
- You going to be here long?
- Maybe you'd like some company?
- Go on, shove off.
Do you think I'm going to run the
risk of being pulled by the fuzz?
In the back seat
of my governor's motor? Leave off.
T'was your governor
I was looking for,
I don't specialise in chauffeurs.
Have you done what we agreed
with that stupid Wilson's brat?
No problem, Jack.
It's all taken care of.
That will make him think twice
about singing to the rooftops
about you and me
to our old friend, Gordon Spikings.
- Still
- Yes?
I think we'd better rewrite
Spikings' programme and dump him.
Dump, Jack?
It's computer lingo for finish with.
Get rid of. Erase.
- Do you win, then?
- No, I had a drink instead.
Do you take me for a soft touch
or something? Give me that!
What's up?
Don't know, sir,
the motor just cut out.
Well, here we go.
Keep your fingers crossed.
And your head down.
Why is it always me
who ends up on the floor?
- I'm not making any sexist remarks today.
- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.
- I won't.
- Are you sure this is going to work?
- No.
Well, get the bonnet up.
It's probably a loose wire
or something.
Well, don't just sit
there, do something!
What do you want?
I've stopped
behind you, I'm mechanic.
What's that you're saying?
This is my van,
I am Mercedes mechanic, specialist.
I take a look, eh? See motor?
Get on with it, Dempsey, this is
not the time for an Academy Award.
Cous cous.
You have problem.
Dirt in fuel line.
Can you fix it?
Oh, yes, I can fix.
But not here.
- 'Ere. Is this car clean?
- Yes, sir.
- Yeah? Go and get us a cab.
- Right, sir.
'Ere, if you can get it back
by tomorrow morning,
I'll see that you're well rewarded.
I don't know, I'm very busy,
shop is full, maybe day after.
If you can get it back
by ten o'clock tomorrow morning,
there's a hundred quid in it
for you, cash. 'Ere, give us 20.
- Here's 20, on account.
- I don't know. Hundred, day after?
All right. Here's my card.
Deal.
Ten o'clock, no later.
And don't even consider
any sharp moves.
Because I have friends
who enjoy righting wrongs,
if you get my meaning.
Oh, you trust me, Mr Tennant.
Ten o'clock, good as new.
Sir, I got a cab, sir.
Right.
I think you may have blundered into
a painless way of stealing cars.
This is an old, well-tried system.
Happens all the time in New York.
I got busted for it, as a kid.
Mind the doors!
Listen, everybody.
I'm a police officer.
I suspect there may be an
explosive device in that briefcase.
I'd like you all
to leave the train, please.
Steady, now. Steady. Don't panic.
Don't panic, for God's sake.
Everybody out!
Come on, you two, don't just sit
there looking stupid, get out!
Yeah?
It's all right, Officer, I'm sure
I'll be safe with Mr Wilson.
Regulations, I'm afraid, sir.
Not allowed to leave prisoners alone
with non-prison staff, sir.
Sit down.
Smoke?
The word's out that you're ready to
take some singing lessons, Charlie?
Or do I detect a sudden attack
of stage fright?
Sorry, Mr Spikings,
I don't know what you mean.
I mean, Charlie boy, that unless
you make my visit here worthwhile,
there's more than an odds-on chance
that you will leave this room
in little pieces. OK?
Here. You'd better leave
a clean plate, now,
because there'll be nothing more
until this evening.
Well, don't just sit there
looking at it, eat it.
Not hungry.
Eat it, little Charlie,
we don't want yous
growing weak on us, now, do we?
Come on, now,
there's a good boy.
No.
Come on.
Oh, you
That'll do, Tessa, that's enough.
Now, leave him be.
Eh, where you going, Princess?
I'm going to see
Charlie Wilson's wife.
The governor's just been
on the phone.
Apparently Charlie's clammed up
all of a sudden.
So what's he want you to do,
beat the hell out of her?
I shall charm my way
into Mrs Wilson's confidence
and deduce the reason
for her husband's change of heart.
- Yeah, when that doesn't work?
- Then I'll beat the hell out of her.
You taking that back to Tennant?
Yeah, sugar-free
and bugged all over.
Tell you what, make a deal wit' you.
You follow me over there,
I'll deliver this,
and then I'll go with you to see
this Wilson chick, what do you say?
- OK. After you.
- OK.
Race?
Smooth city.
Charlie, gimme five,
guess who, over?
'Receiving, Charlie Five, go ahead.'
Tap number 786 now operational,
pass that on to control,
thanks, over.
'Message received, over and out.'
Should we get a room?
Sorry?
Didn't I see you
hooking in Mayfair last night?
OK, lunch is on me.
- Here you are, dear, nice cup of tea.
- Thanks, Mum.
Oh, I look a sight.
I reckon I've aged about ten years
in as many hours.
Yes, and you will age a few more,
my girl,
if little Charlie gets snuffed out.
- Oh, Mother, shut up, will you?
- No, I won't.
You know my feelings, Eileen.
He's my family.
He's my flesh and blood.
He's my grandson.
Oh. Just a bit longer, eh.
Just a bit longer
and then I'll tell them. I promise.
I promise you, if we've heard
nothing by six o'clock tonight,
I'll tell the police.
But not just yet.
OK?
Well, let's see how loose
Mrs Wilson's tongue is.
If you want, I could slap her around
a little bit.
Dempsey, how many times
must I tell you
that it's very ungentlemanly
to hit women?
OK. I'll hold her, you hit her.
So, Mrs Wilson, when did you
last visit your husband?
Last week.
You normally visit him
every Tuesday, don't you?
Yes.
- So you'll be going today, will you?
- No.
- Why is that?
- What?
I asked why.
Why every Tuesday and not today?
I don't know, I just
don't feel like it, that's all.
What the hell is that?
Oh, it's Max, our dog.
- He's a bit highly strung.
- Oh, yeah, what kind of dog is it?
He's a Briard.
Oh, I like those,
mind if I take a look?
Oh, come on, Max. Come on, good boy.
Come on, come on.
Come on, good boy.
Come on, come on. Come on.
Did you see that dog?
Had a nasty cut on his head.
- How'd the dog get hurt?
- He, he
He got knocked down by a car.
Yesterday.
Did you take him to a vet?
That looks bad.
- He, er, he'll be OK.
- Did the car stop?
- What?
- The car that hit the dog, did it stop?
No, it just kept on going.
Is your son at home today,
Mrs Wilson?
No, he's at school,
he'll be back soon.
Good afternoon.
Wilson's wife has had a visit.
- 'Who from?'
- I don't know, probably the police.
'Nothing transpired at the prison.'
So Wilson said nothing to Spikings
this morning?
'Nothing.'
Well, I think
they'll have to be taken care of.
It's only a question of time
before Wilson let something slip,
- regardless of the boy.
- 'I agree.
'Leave it to me.
I'll put the wheels in motion.'
Right. Oh, er, keep me informed
of progress, will you?
Anything on tap 786 yet?
One call so far, I've set it up
on your machine.
Thanks.
- Here.
- Thanks.
- Call on ready?
- Yep. Let's get the number.
- What is this?
- Coffee.
- Could have fooled me. Ready?
- Go.
Whaddya got?
I've got three five one
oh, two, nine, one.
Check.
'Good afternoon.
Wilson's wife has had a visit.'
- 'Who from?'
- 'I don't know, but probably the police.'
'Nothing transpired at the prison.'
- 'So Wilson said nothing to Spikings this morning?'
- 'Nothing.'
'Hmm. I think they'll have to be
taken care of.
'It's only a question of time
before Wilson lets something slip,
- 'regardless of the boy.'
- 'I agree.
'Leave it to me,
I'll put the wheels in motion.'
'Right.
Keep me informed of progress.'
- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- I doubt it. But here goes.
Wilson's taking the rap
for somebody else.
Namely, Tennant,
who he used to drive for.
And the person on the other end
of that phone number.
- He was gonna turn State's evidence
- Queen's evidence.
Whatever.
..thereby reducing his sentence.
- He was going to spill the beans
- Ah! Ah!
- this morning to Spikings
- Ah!
- What?
- "Regardless of the boy."
They've got Wilson's son. And that's
what stopped Wilson this morning.
The boy wasn't at school at all,
the schools are on holiday.
I knew there was something odd
about Mrs Wilson.
And that dog, that dog bothered me.
Never mind about the dog,
what about the rest?
What about the, "I think they'll
have to be taken care of" bit?
Uh, what's on, eh?
What's all the rush, eh?
Search me, Wilson, I'm only doing
as I'm told. In you get.
Transferred?
What do you mean transferred? When?
Oh, I see.
And where did the authority
come from?
Could you do that? Thank you.
Wilson's been transferred. And
nobody seems to know where or why.
They're ringing back.
- Chas?
- Yep.
Do you know where the governor is?
Er, he went to see the Commander
about ten minutes ago.
Gordon. You're not wrong often.
But this time, you're way off beam.
That Islamic already claimed
responsibility for it,
it was in the midday edition.
You don't believe everything
you read in the papers,
- do you, Commander?
- Gordon, it's not a question of believing.
Who wants you put away so badly,
they're prepared
to blow up a tube train
and a couple of dozen passengers?
Now, be reasonable, man.
That's the $64,000 question,
isn't it?
I don't know. But I'll find out
Wilson knows.
But he's been got at.
Either by an inmate
or one of the screws.
- Either way, the word came from here.
- From here?
Directly or indirectly,
I don't know.
But I promise you one thing, sir.
I'm going to find out.
And when I find out who it was,
I'll nail him to the wall.
Gordon, I think you should go home.
Why the hospital let you out,
I shall never know.
No, I'll-I'll be all right.
It's just that I feel as though
I've been on the booze
- for about a week.
- I insist. I'll send for my car.
First off, I'm going to find out
who is the other end
- of that phone number.
- Right, and I'll fill Spikings in.
Commander.
- Commander?
- 'Who is this?'
Er, this is Lieutenant Dempsey,
sir, erm
sorry to trouble you, er,
I believe Mr Spikings is with you.
We've got a little problem here,
I was wondering if I could
have a word with him?
I'm sorry, Dempsey, I've had to
send the Chief Superintendent home.
- He was suffering from delayed shock.
- Yeah, yeah, I see, sir.
Erm, do you know if he's left
the building yet?
- 'Yes, he has.'
- How long ago was that, sir?
Few minutes. Why?
- 'Nothing wrong is there, Dempsey?'
- Oh, no, no, no, sir.
'Sorry to trouble you.
Thank you very much.'
- You all right?
- I don't know.
Hello, Sergeant Makepeace.
Oh, yes, hello.
We must have made a mistake.
I'll re-check and get back to you.
Thank you.
That was records. They've traced
that telephone number.
We've obviously made a mistake.
You'll never guess
whose number it was?
You wanna bet?
There he is. He's leaving
in the Commander's car.
And it looks like he's got company.
Let's go.
Where's your car?
Oh, we'll never catch them.
There is
- Do you know how to ride one of these?
- No, get on!
All we need now is some bright spark
from traffic to pull us
- for not having titfers.
- Titfers? Tit for tat, hat.
Are you all right, sir?
I'll live.
The tyres, shoot the tyres.
Hold on!
You OK? Check the old man.
What are you after, Makepeace?
Promotion?
Freeze!
Go and get Wilson out,
his sleeping partner's on his way.
Hurry!
Hang on in the back.
Makepeace, get your head down.
I'm on the floor again,
I don't believe it.
Don't fight it,
it's where you belong.
Freeze!
Tennant's dead, I'm afraid, sir.
Wilson's alive. Just.
And the supporting cast
have all been rounded up.
- That bloody cowboy again.
- I'm afraid so, sir.
Once he gets the taste for it,
there's no stopping him.
We got a tap on Tennant's car-phone.
They've got Wilson's small boy,
but we don't know where. And, er
And Tennant's telephone call
was to our own,
dearly-beloved Commander.
You knew?
Is Dempsey's last stand
finished out there?
Get him.
Come in.
Commander,
we got a serious situation.
Oh, really, Dempsey? Can I help?
Chief Superintendent Spikings,
he's been killed.
And this guy, Wilson,
he wound up in a concrete coffin.
Somehow the two are connected,
I don't know how.
I think it's something Spikings
was working on alone.
Good God.
- Well?
- Well, he seemed very upset.
He'll be more than upset
at the end of the day.
Agh. I don't understand,
I can't get to talk to anyone.
Not Tennant, no-one.
- I don't like it. Something stinks.
- So what do we do now?
I don't know.
If I can't contact anyone
within the next half-hour,
- I think we ought to move.
- Move? Where?
Away from here. Away from London.
And what about him?
- Do we take him, too?
- For as long as he's useful.
'Charlie five,
all stations, black cab,
'registration Kilo, Yankee, Whiskey,
eight, five, nine, X-ray.
'Now under surveillance.'
Wait for me, I shan't be long.
Hey, what's the panic?
I can't get hold of Tennant.
- Tennant's dead.
- What?
So is Wilson.
Look, you better move.
Go here for a couple of days,
I'll arrange a trip abroad.
And what about the boy?
Er, not here, though.
Er, I'll be in touch.
Don't ring me at all. Understand?
And who pays the ferryman
now that Tennant's dead?
Look, don't worry about money,
that's one thing we're not short of.
OK?
You know, I've got a funny feeling
we're being set up.
Set up or not, we'll move.
Go and get the car.
- Now what?
- Let's find out.
Hello.
Please don't give me
any reason to use this.
I'm very proficient with it.
Help!
Help! Help! Help!
Help! Help!
Police. Put him down.
Just, er, trying it for size.
You don't mind, do you, Jack?
Dead men's shoes and all that.
Know what I mean?
Tell me, what does the number
9-7-0-0-3-8-7 mean to you?
Nothing? Let me give you a clue.
It's in Switzerland.
And it's not the figure for their
annual production of cuckoo clocks.
Still none the wiser?
Then let me tell you.
It's a Swiss bank account
full of money.
Your money, Jack.
Paid for blind eyes that have
been turned over the years.
Until today, that is.
When it all got out of order.
And things began to come together
for me. A bit quick, like.
One or two unexplained jobs,
question marks,
one or two blind alleys.
Eh, Jack?!
And all you had to do
was to get rid of poor old
Charlie Wilson and yours truly
and you'd have been home and dry.
Wilson was the key one.
Without him,
you will have a hell of a job
to prove anything.
Now, that's where you come adrift
sir.
Charlie.
You've never met our Commander,
have you, Charlie?
Not face-to-face, sir.
But I've been looking forward to it
for about six months.
So have I, Charles. So have I.
I took on Charlie three years ago,
just to catch you.
What a bastard.
Don't trust anyone this days, can you?
Max, don't die, please don't die.
Mum, Mum!
Hey, little Charlie!
- Hey! How you doing, partner?
- Good. Except about Max.
- Hey, you want a surprise?
- What is it?
Stay here.
All right, come here, puppy. Mwah.
- Surprise.
- Oh, is that for little Charlie?
Yeah. And it's for you as well.
See, er
We didn't know
you were on the same side.
That's a really good match.
A saucepan lid and a cherry hog.
Saucepan lid, kid. Cherry hog?
Dog! What a clever boy.