11x18 - Coming Of Age

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

CHEERING AND SHOUTING

TRUMPET FANFARE

Come on, lads! Let's have you.

What's all this?

The band are off to Morecambe. Some big parade tomorrow.

Are you sure you won't pop in?

I just need a word with Gina.

No, I'm really tired. Enjoy your pint.

BAND MEMBERS: Whay! Wa-hay!

- Noisy blighters. - Ey! They're good customers.

They get the beer down their necks. Don't sit nursing it, like some.

Well, my funds are a bit tight at the moment.

As usual.

Hi, Mike.

Excuse me, are you the doctor? Only er...

I've had an accident. - You're not my patient.

I just need someone to look at my leg.

- You should go to a hospital. - I can't get very far like this.

All right. You'd better come in.

Got everything in hand for Tom's st?

Yep. I've got the sandwiches and that sorted out,

so we just need to choose the music.

Keep it hush-hush. He's got no idea about it.

Don't worry.

So, how's Tricia?

Working long hours. I expect she's tucked up in bed by now.

- You tripped over, you say? - Yeah, down a bank.

Fell on a tin can, or something. Some jagged edge.

You ought to have a tetanus jab and it needs a stitch.

You still should go to hospital. - I will.

I'll need to know your name.

Brian. Brian Walters.

Which GP are you registered with?

I'm not, love.

I haven't been living here long.

Thanks.

I'm happy to chip in for his food and his booze. He's a decent lad.

Just don't tell him I've said it.

DOOR OPENS

He's here.

Morning. Sorry I'm late. Oh, good. Sarge not in yet, then?

Yes, I am, Nicholson. Have been for some time.

- Sorry I'm late. The reason was... - Save it.

Armed robbery yesterday in the Midlands. Wages snatch.

Security guard's been shot. He's on the critical list.

An Ashfordly man,

James Arthur Sutton, is thought to be involved.

Jimmy Sutton?

He's still inside, isn't he?

- Got nine months for car theft. - MERTON: Released last week.

It's not certain yet he was involved,

but it's urgent we check on his whereabouts.

Well, he's got family here. Mother, one brother.

And a wife and a baby, I believe, born whilst he was in prison.

I know where the mother lives. I can check it out.

No, Bradley and I'll handle that.

I want you pair out checking tax discs.

Tax discs?

Division want to clear up motor-vehicle offences.

Do spot checks on car tax.

I must have done something wrong in a former life.

How do you mean?

I get all the duff jobs and I get lumbered with you.

Come on.

- What's he supposed to have done? - Have you heard from him recently?

No.

I expect now that he's got a prison record,

you'll be after him for every crime that's committed.

Do you know if his wife has heard from Jimmy?

Don't talk to me about her.

Stuck-up little madam.

If your son contacts you, I'd like to be informed.

Would you?

Well, I'm informing you. I haven't seen him!

MUSIC: 'I Can't Believe It' by Manfred Mann

♪ Only Friday

♪ You told me, be on your way... ♪

My life's passing me by.

I'm nearly .

It'll all be downhill from now. Where's it all gone?

Doesn't seem like five minutes since I were playing with my toy cars.

I hope they were all taxed.

Yeah, right. That's quite funny.

BABY CRIES Hey, it's all right.

I won't hurt you, Darren.

- Nothing much wrong with his lungs! - He were coughing last night.

He's just a bit chesty.

Anyway, Lesley, like I say, should Jimmy contact you, let us know.

He wrote that he were looking forward to seeing his son.

Jimmy's ever so proud he's a dad.

What's he supposed to have done?

We're not saying he's done anything, but we'd like a word.

DARREN CRIES

DOOR CLOSES

Jimmy promised he'd go straight.

The police wouldn't be here if it wasn't serious, would they?

I can't really say. I'll drop by again to see how he is.

Not one out of date.

Law-abiding lot, aren't they?

What do you expect? It's our local.

Ooh, hang on. Here's one.

No...

Oh, it would be. - What? Who is it?

Three guesses.

LORD ASHFORDLY: I'll need a couple of barrels

of your best bitter in tip-top condition, Blaketon.

All my bitter's in tip-top condition, milord.

And I'd like you to deliver it... Set it up, tap it, whatever you do.

Right. I'll check I've got a spare barrel.

Having a booze-up, my lord?

A traditional British lunch for a party of Americans.

Roast beef, Yorkshire pud, barrel of best bitter. Sounds very nice.

They're not a bad crowd.

Considering they're Yanks, you mean?

No, they're a decent lot.

Ex-airmen stationed here in the w*r. They come over every five years,

relive old memories, do a spot of business.

I always give them a slap-up lunch.

Er, excuse me, my lord. Could we have a word?

Oh, speak up man.

You car tax is out of date! LAUGHTER

RADIO PRESENTER: 'Today's headlines again.

The gunman who shot a security guard

during a robbery in the Midlands is still being sought by police.'

"I hunt with your chief constable.

Let's hear what he has to say on the matter."

And with that he stormed out the door and left them,

standing there like a pair of lemons.

- I'll get them in. - GINA: You back already?

Weren't you meant to be leading the parade at Morecambe?

Oh, we were a day late. Parade were yesterday.

They sent us packing. - Oh, dear.

Give us five pints, love.

We've taken time off work, we've paid for t'coach and B&B

and we haven't got a bean to show for it.

You don't sound very well organised, squire.

Listen, our band's great.

We win cups, prizes galore.

People pay good money to hear us play.

When we turn up, that is.

No, it's my missus, you know.

She takes the bookings, and she made a pig's ear of it.

Oh, its not fair on her. See, what you need is a proper agent

to sort out your bookings.

Aye, maybe.

Vernon Scripps. I have extensive experience

in the managerial and entertainment fields.

Understood.

West Midlands police arrested a man about the robbery.

Carl Taylor, an associate of Sutton.

They were inside together. - Do they think Jimmy's involved?

Security guard's too ill to talk.

Taylor wouldn't have been alone, so Sutton is still a suspect.

I checked with his wife's and mother's neighbours. Nothing.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Doctor Summerbee, Sergeant.

She had a wounded man visit her last night.

There was something odd about him.

I've checked. He never went to hospital.

Probably gave me a false name. - You think it might be Sutton?

Hearing you talk to his wife, I thought I'd check.

Tricia, that's Sutton.

Did your man look anything like that?

No.

This isn't the man who came to my door.

Your guy may have given a false name for any number of reasons.

Cut his leg jumping out the wrong bedroom window, maybe.

Anyway, thanks for informing us.

Terry?

Did you find a phone? - Yeah.

We need to lie low a bit longer.

TERRY GROANS

You sure nobody saw you?

It was still dark.

Your face is known here. I don't like you taking risks.

We needed food, didn't we?

Your old mother won't grass us up?

Of course not. She'll say nothing.

My mam says the robbery was on the wireless and the telly.

- Keep your head down, then. - That guard's on the critical list.

If he dies, it's m*rder. - So?

I never knew you were tooled up. Nobody mentioned g*ns.

I was meant to drive the car, not get involved in a sh**ting!

Well, you are, like it or not.

They're looking for us everywhere.

How are we going to get out of here?

Some very smart people I know are working on it. We'll get away.

MIKE: I questioned a neighbour yesterday, who'd seen nothing,

but early this morning, she saw a man leaving with a grocery bag.

It could have been Jimmy, picking up supplies.

Time to pay Ma Sutton another visit.

Shall me and Phil cover the rear of the house,

in case he tries to leave round the back?

Let's not go mad. We don't know for sure

it was Sutton she saw, or that he was definitely in

on this robbery.

Registration number here of a car the robbers possibly used.

You two keep your eyes out for that whilst you check tax discs.

Tax discs again, Sergeant? Hardly exciting work, is it?

Lots of police work isn't exciting. On you go.

Division want results.

Stealing cars was Jimmy's game.

He was never into g*ns. - It could still be a false alarm.

Picture, if you will, my lord, the scene.

Allow me to paint it, if I may.

Your American guests,

having dined on the finest roast beef of old England,

having mopped up the last of their gravy

with succulent pieces of Yorkshire pud...

Yes, get on with it, Scripps.

Having supped flagons of good ale,

brewed from the finest Kentish hops...

Scripps, I have got the picture.

Imagine then, if you will,

here in this magnificent room,

mellifluous musical sounds.

Nostalgic sounds.

Prize-winning sounds...

of the Ashfordly and Aidensfield Brass Band.

The local brass band? Are they any good?

Well, they don't always turn up.

They were late in Morecambe.

You see, George's wife... - VERNON: Thank you, David.

"Any good," my lord? They're prize-winning.

They're the best in the county.

They could blow for England, that lot.

Look, imagine them here...

playing wartime melodies,

nostalgic memories, to bring back

the youthful memories, in the brave hearts

of our American flyers.

Hmm. I'm not sure.

Mr Vernon.

What's a "flagon"? - A what?

You said that everyone will be drinking flagons of ale.

Well, it's er...

Well, it's a pint pot, only bigger.

Oh, come on, your lordship.

It'll knock those Yanks for six.

Beer, best beef...

and a British brass band!

By gum! HE CHUCKLES

If Jimmy has been here, it would be better all round if you told us.

I know my son.

He wouldn't have nothing to do with g*ns.

I can understand your wanting to protect him.

Has he been here?

No.

VERNON: The band don't require a fee, as such,

but they do appreciate a contribution towards costs.

Transport, upkeep of instruments,

cleaning of uniforms, compensation for days off work, etc.

I don't like the sound of all that. What's it going to cost?

Well, they normally charge £ , my lord.

£ ? That's a lot of money!

£ ? Out of the question.

Yes, but as it's you, my lord, I'm sure they'll do it for thirty.

- £ ? - My feelings exactly.

Best brass band in Yorkshire, entertaining your guests

all afternoon, and for only £ .

Well, they'd better be damn good, Scripps.

Jimmy's easily led. He gets in trouble because of others.

He may have seen his mother last night.

She's the reason he's like he is in the first place.

Hard as nails, that one!

I've always wanted Jimmy to get away from her, better himself.

If he shows up, it's vital you let us know.

Seems he cares more about seeing his mother than his wife and child.

His letters from prison were so full of love.

Why go to her, not me?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, hi. I just dropped by to make sure young Darren's fighting fit.

All the time I was inside I thought about my little lad.

I wanted him to have the chances I didn't. That's why I drove the car.

I'd be set up.

I could get Lesley and the baby everything.

Now I can't even see 'em.

You are getting on my nerves, pal.

When we're out of here, you're on your own.

JIMMY: We've no chance.

A stolen car?

The whole country looking for us? - I've told you,

I've got people working on it and we can pay. Now shut up!

I was wondering, Alf.

It's my birthday tomorrow.

It's my st, actually.

I was just wondering if you fancied a pint.

Perhaps a game of dominoes?

Tomorrow? Sorry, Tom, I can't. I wish I could,

but Mrs Ventress is getting a chiropodist round

to look at our feet.

The wounded security guard has confirmed two robbers.

A third was driving. We had a sighting of Sutton,

so I'd like his wife's and his mother's houses

watched tonight. - I don't mind working late.

He'll probably visit his mother's. Bradley, keep an eye there.

- Shall I do his wife's? - No, I want an officer

with more experience.

Ventress, you take that. - Sergeant.

Come and have a word, you two.

He treats me like a kid. Like I don't know what I'm doing.

You've proved you're still wet behind the ears.

How?

You've broken the golden rule of seasoned coppers.

Never volunteer.

There isn't a fee, as such,

but Lord Ashfordly's such an influential man,

there's bound to be lots of paid bookings in the future.

Nah, nah. I'm not sure.

These Yanks tomorrow, they're all wealthy businessmen.

Yanks? You want us to play for Americans?

Oh, aye. Big tippers. Twenty-dollar bills.

Could mean trips to the States.

I don't like Americans.

I had a bad experience during t'w*r.

It's a long time ago, George.

Are we on, or aren't we?

No, no. I don't think so.

Look, there's free beer,

and I'll see if I can persuade Lord Ashfordly to chip in a bit,

say, ten quid towards the band's costs.

You said he'd already agreed to pay £ ...

Hark at him! £ ?

David, you don't say a lot, but when you do...

HE LAUGHS HEARTILY

You mentioned free beer?

Aye, loads of it. Oscar's taking two barrels up.

What do you think?

I'll tell you what. You get me another...

and I'll think about it. - My pleasure.

David, make yourself useful.

Get the ale in.

Oh...

Would you like pints or the ones that look bigger, thingies?

The... er... flag-ones?

"Flag-ones." Just get pints, David.

Hey, lads!

Nicked anyone for car tax lately?

What's he so pleased about?

His latest venture. He's managing the brass band.

He won't make much running one of those.

Money's all in pop groups today.

I love brass bands, me.

My grandad played the flugelhorn. - The what?

Flugelhorn. It's a valved instrument similar in range to the cornet.

In descending order of pitch you have the... cornet, flugelhorn,

tenor horn,

B-flat baritone,

euphonium, trombone, bombardon.

Together they make the finest...

most heart-warming music known to man.

Well, that solves the music problem, then.

Why don't we book Vernon's brass band instead?

Why not?

If that's what he likes...

MUSIC: 'Goin' Back' by Dusty Springfield

♪ I think I'm goin' back

♪ To the things I learned so well

♪ In my youth

♪ I think I'm returning to

♪ Those days when I was young enough

♪ To know the truth

♪ Now there are no games

♪ To only pass the time

♪ No more colouring books

♪ No Christmas bells to chime... ♪

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

LESLEY: Who is it?

Jimmy!

I'm so, so sorry...

He's beautiful. DARREN CRIES

He's beautiful.

I'm a dad, Lesley.

I'm actually a dad.

I've dreamed of this...

the three of us together.

Jimmy, please, call the police. Let's get this sorted out.

No.

There you go. There you go.

If that bloke dies, I'm an accessory to m*rder.

I'll get six years anyway, for armed robbery.

Give yourself up.

They'll take that into account. You only drove the car.

You're young. I can wait a few years.

We're getting out of the country. Terry's arranging it.

Out of the country? Where?

I don't know yet.

Listen...

there's quid.

I'll send more later.

Look after our baby.

I love you.

INSTRUMENTS TUNE UP

Here, well, that looks pretty good.

Mmm...

Settled down quite nicely.

Mr Blaketon, you've brought pint pots,

but Mr Vernon, he wanted the er, you know, the flag-ones.

Flag-ones? What are you talking about?

They're like the pint pots, only they're... bigger.

LORD ASHFORDLY: How's it going?

Everything shipshape?

We haven't got the flag-ones.

Er, David... shut up.

Everything's tickety-boo, my lord.

My lads are all here and raring to play.

The Yanks are visiting their old aerodrome at Foxton.

They'll be here directly after that.

Beer looks like it's on good form, Oscar. Any chance of a sample?

No chance at all.

We drew a blank last night.

If Sutton was round here, he may have fled by now.

But I want us to stay vigilant.

Bradley, out and about again. Talk to neighbours.

Question his wife.

Can't we give a hand, sarge?

Everyone look out, but I've another duty for you pair.

- Not more tax discs! - No, but it is a motoring matter.

Parking fines. We need to chase up a serial non-payer.

He thinks he can park anywhere and use the tickets for confetti.

A dozen outstanding fines.

Right. Who is he?

The offending vehicle's registered to Lord Ashfordly.

Go and sort him out.

Oh, and Tom...

happy birthday.

Jimmy! Were on.

We're going to Spain! - Spain?

I've been thinking, they're watching the airports.

They'll have the number plate...

Will you stop panicking and listen.

Now, earn your money. You know this area.

We need to find a safe route to get to this place.

I know that. It's the old airfield.

Yes. There'll be a small plane waiting for us. We'll be out of here

in a couple of hours.

Splendid, yes.

Very smart! - They're in for a treat, my lord.

CAR APPROACHES Ah, that'll be them. Stand back!

Parking fines?

What are you wittering on about, "parking fines"?

The vehicle is registered to you.

INSTRUMENTS TUNE UP

AMERICAN ACCENT MAN: This is it. Come on, guys.

Pile on out.

Hi, there. His lordship not around?

He's discussing matters of the estate

with the local constabulary.

I, as his representative pro tem...

"in loco parenthesis," as the Greeks say,

welcome you to Ashfordly Hall.

That's real nice. My name's Gene. These guys are Glenn...

LORD ASHFORDLY: I've got important guests!

Well, you won't want to embarrass them, then.

All right.

I'll pay the blasted fines!

His lordship will be with you forthwith, Gene.

He has pressing matters of a fiscal nature to attend to.

Sure. No problems.

Strike up a tune, Jim.

MUSIC: 'Star-Spangled Banner'

No need to go over the top.

That bloke said he were called Jean.

Yeah, daft name for a fella.

Still, that's Yanks for you.

LIVELY SINGING IN DISTANCE

- Can I drive? - No.

It is my birthday.

I don't care.

ALL: ♪ Over there!

♪ Over there!

♪ Send the word, send the word over there

♪ That the Yanks are coming

♪ The Yanks are coming

♪ They're drum, drum, drumming everywhere

♪ So prepare

♪ Say a prayer

♪ Send the word, send the word to beware

♪ We'll be over

♪ We're coming over

♪ And we won't come back till it's over over there! ♪

VERNON: Yee-hah!

Hot diggedy dog, as you folks say!

Do we, now?

Calm down. Don't get over-familiar.

I love the Yanks, me! My grandad used to say,

the trouble with the Americans in the w*r

was they were "overpaid, oversexed and over here"!

Your grandpa must've been a real funny guy.

Oh, aye. Eh, you lads...

you must have had a cracking time with the local girls in them days!

Come on, be honest.

All those ciggies, nylon stockings, chocolates...

I bet the lasses were eating out your hands.

- We had our moments. - And why not? A w*r on.

Each kiss could've been your last, I suppose.

I'd have been with you all the way, lads.

Grab it while you can, that's always been my motto. Bottoms up!

Mmm!

Come on, George, belt out the White Cliffs Of Dover!

Gene, eh?

Gene Ackerman.

Yeah. Come and meet him, my swell mate,

Gene Ackerman, old buddy.

, I was in North Africa fighting for king and country

when an American airman billeted near here

took advantage of my missus.

His name were Gene.

Not a proper bloke's name, I always thought.

Gene.

Yeah, Gene.

Gene Ackerman.

Hey, hold on, George. There was a w*r going on.

I've waited a long time to do this.

Scripps!

AMERICANS: Oh, my God.

Swell to meet you, Gene...

buddy.

Hold it a minute!

- What is it? - I thought I saw someone.

Perhaps it's a poacher, or something.

Well, go on, then. Go and check it out.

Sergeant!

West Midlands Police. The man they were holding has talked.

The getaway driver was definitely Sutton.

Go on.

Well, the car that he got away in was a stolen Ford Zephyr,

along with the gunman, Terry Machin.

He's a Londoner. A hard case, from what I've heard.

CRO are sending over a file. - They're headed this way?

No one's sure.

Machin apparently gashed his leg as he kicked his way through the door.

Dr Summerbee's mystery patient. They were here, all right.

Get the wife and the mother in for questioning.

- Right, sarge. - I'll contact Division for back-up.

Where has he got to?

I haven't seen him.

You'll have to come to the station. I'll get you a car.

I don't know anything.

Why don't you leave me alone? Leave us all alone.

We just want to be a normal family!

If you withhold information, you're committing an offence yourself.

I told him to give himself up.

So he has been here?

I would never have spent it.

I begged him to give himself up.

So where's Jimmy now?

No idea. He said they were trying to get out of the country.

- Where have they been hiding? - I don't know!

Come on, Lesley. This is very important.

The man he's with is genuinely dangerous.

In the woods... Ashfordly estate, is all I know.

Yep, that's definitely him.

- Thank you, Doctor. - ALF: Sergeant! Mike Bradley.

Go ahead, Mike.

Jimmy saw his wife last night.

'He and Machin have been hiding in woods on the Ashfordly estate.'

Get up there as soon as you can.

Understood.

Sutton saw his wife last night!

Did you doze off? - Sorry. He must have sneaked in.

Alert Bellamy and Nicholson. Tell them to link up with Bradley.

They're not responding. I'll try again.

Could you stand by, Doctor? Machin is armed.

He's already shot one man.

Does Mike know that?

ALF: Control to Panda One.

OVER POLICE RADIO ALF: 'Control to Panda One.'

g*n IS COCKED

Get your hands up.

Hands up!

Don't be stupid.

This is daft, Jimmy. There's police all over the woods,

so... why don't you and your pal give yourselves up?

There was only two of you in the car. Where's your mate?

He's radioing for assistance, so why don't you...

drop the g*n?

- We don't need this. - Shut it!

HE GROANS

g*nsh*t

JIMMY: You've shot a copper!

- You didn't help me! - What do we do?

We'll take him with us.

- Police! Hold it! - Stay back, or your mate gets it.

All right, all right.

PHIL GROANS TERRY: Stay away.

We're taking him as hostage.

TOM: Wait. He's bleeding.

Take me instead.

It's a bad wound. If he dies, we've had it!

Yeah, a dead hostage is no good. All right, come over here.

Put your hands up!

Tom! Go away!

Let him go. There's a first-aid kit in the car.

Oh, come on. If he goes to the car, he'll radio for help!

We can't take them both!

Right, he's our insurance.

They won't risk losing one of their own.

Get in.

PHIL GROANS

And I will use this again.

You tell your lot to stay away. CAR ENGINE STARTS

I'm getting out of here, pal. No one is stopping me.

HE GROANS

ALF: 'Control to Panda One.'

HE GROANS 'Control to Panda One.

'Phil, Tom, do you hear me? Over.

'This is Control.

'Do you read me? Over.'

HE CRIES IN PAIN

ALF: 'Control to Panda One, over.

'Phil, John, come in, please.'

Phil! Are you out there?

Tom!

- Delta Alpha - to control. - MERTON: 'Go ahead, Mike.'

The car's on the road from Ashfordly Hall.

No sign of Phil and Tom. - 'They could be up at the house.'

I'll take a look.

Mike...

Hurry up, the lot of you!

I'm really very sorry, my lord.

So am I, Scripps. Gene Ackerman's vice president of a big corporation.

I do a lot of business with him.

I'm sure he'll see the funny side, once he's dried out.

I should have known not to have dealings with you.

Well, shall we just knock a tenner off the expenses, call it £ ?

Get out of my sight.

PCs Bellamy and Nicholson, are they in the hall?

No, they went a while back.

Why is their car parked on the estate road?

No idea.

Phil. Phil!

PHIL GROANS MIKE: Take it easy. Take it easy.

They've got Tom.

Here, come on.

Come on. That's it.

It's not like Phil just to go missing.

MIKE: 'Delta Alpha - to control!'

Go ahead.

'Ambulance needed on the road through Ashfordly Estate.

'Phil's been shot.

'Tom taken hostage by Machin and Sutton.

'They're in a Ford Zephyr.'

Understood, Mike. We'll organise road blocks.

Assistance on its way.

JIMMY: Let's stick to the back roads.

The plane won't wait. Move it.

You haven't a hope.

The area will be full of bobbies by now.

Shut up!

Any clue where they might have headed?

Save your energy. We must get him to hospital.

Sure.

Where does the track lead?

- A back way out of the estate. - Right. Take a look.

I'll get back to the station.

If you see anything, call me and wait for back-up. Understood?

Tom saved his life by changing places.

I know. Let's hope he doesn't try anything else heroic.

ENGINE STARTS UP

The airfield's a couple of miles on, just over that hill.

TERRY: Come on, then, let's go!

EMERGENCY-VEHICLE BELLS RING Cops!

Don't even think about it!

Those cops come anywhere near us, and you've had it.

BELLS CONTINUE RINGING

Now, you try anything else, and you will end up in one of those.

Move it, Jimmy.

In there. Get the car out of sight.

About minutes, I reckon.

You won't get away with it.

GROANS I said, shut it!

- There's no need for that! - And you can belt up, too.

The pilot wants me to check the runway

to clear any obstructions.

Hands on your head! Keep an eye on him.

If he moves,

sh**t him.

There's no way out, you know.

Even if you get on a plane, they'll trace you.

Not in Spain.

There's no extradition treaty. They can't touch us.

You'll never make Spain.

Haven't you got a wife and a baby, Jimmy?

You won't see much of them from Spain.

End this now.

Hand it over. I'll put in a good word for you.

Second thoughts, you check the runway...

and I'll keep Baby-face company.

MERTON: How would you do it, Ventress?

If you were Machin, how would you try and get out of the country?

Oh, tricky. He'll know there are roadblocks.

Ports, airports, stations,

they'll all be watched. - Got plenty of cash.

Criminal contacts down south,

could they help him? - Maybe a private boat.

We're not that far from the coast.

Plenty of quiet spots just there.

Hmm... Take a fair bit of time to organise

and get a boat up here. What about air?

How many private airfields in the area?

Not many, without passing a road block.

Get Division to alert them,

even though it is a long shot, I suppose.

Hang on. They're at the Ashfordly estate.

Lord Ashfordly gave a lunch party today for some World w*r II airmen.

They used to fly out of Foxton aerodrome.

It's disused now, but the runway's still there and it's...

not that many miles away. - Now, that's definitely possible.

Let's hope you're right. I'll get over there. Call Bradley.

Ask Division for firearms officers.

Control to Delta Alpha - .

Right, Alf. I'm on my way.

The security guard's pulling through.

Nobody's facing m*rder. I'll testify you treated me well.

Don't lie on my behalf, copper.

AIRCRAFT ENGINE DRONES

Listen.

Move!

Can he see us?

Why doesn't he land? - He's checking it's safe.

Now, be ready. He won't want to hang around.

The plane'll come round again, land next time, I guess.

Where are those firearms officers, Ventress?

'On their way, sarge. With you very soon.'

If we approach the hangar, the pilot will spot us. He won't land.

How will Machin react?

He's very dangerous. Might sh**t his way out.

We can't risk Nicholson.

Where's that backup?

ALARM BELLS RING

- Cops. We've had it! - Give yourselves up!

No, that's why we've got you.

What do they think they're doing, charging in like that?

Get back, or he gets it! I mean it!

- They'll sh**t us! - Get those g*ns down!

Do nothing to risk the safety of my officer!

Right. This is your big moment. You tell your mates

to stay put while we get on the plane.

Don't worry about me!

Don't let them get away, Sergeant! - Do as I say.

I can't risk his life... especially in this light.

It's all right, Machin. We can see the position.

We're not going to sh**t.

JIMMY: They're letting us go!

Told you so. Get the money on board.

MERTON: The plane's quite small.

They'll release Tom once they're aboard.

The air-traffic authorities will deal with this.

This is no good, it's just a two-seater!

We've both got to get on. - Oh, dear. What a shame.

You've set this up. You've used me!

Goodbye, Jimmy.

No! Don't sh**t him!

BOTH STRAIN AND GROAN

MERTON: Hold it there, Machin!

Don't even think about it. - TOM: Stop it!

g*nsh*t

g*nsh*t

TOM GROANS

Tom.

Tom!

Machin!

Oh, God, no.

The first duty of a policeman...

is the protection of life.

Tom paid the ultimate price...

for carrying out that duty.

His selfless action...

protected the lives of others...

including my own.

He was tragically struck down on the very day he came of age.

That day Tom came of age in every sense.

He proved himself a man...

a man his colleagues are fiercely proud...

and privileged to have known.

Tom took great pleasure in the music of brass bands.

Join together now...

as they lead us in his favourite hymn.

MUSIC: 'Amazing Grace'

♪ Amazing grace

♪ How sweet the sound

♪ That saved a wretch

♪ Like me

♪ I once was lost

♪ But now am found

♪ Was blind but now I see

♪ 'Twas grace

♪ That taught my heart to fear

♪ And grace my fears relieved

♪ How precious did

♪ That grace appear

♪ The hour I first believed ♪