Hustle (2004–2012): Season 3, Episode 6 - Law and Corruption - full transcript

There it is, 90 grand cash.

I think cash is so sexy, don't you?

- Hope you don't mind if we count it?
- Be my guest, mate.

You know,
I think this is the happiest day of my life.

Mine, too.

So, when do I get to see the little blighter?

Billy?

The ball at the stump. And that's it!

The bales have come off,
the test match is drawn,

England have won the Ashes!

And just listen to that crowd!



I can't wait to get this baby
back home where she belongs.

- How about a drink to celebrate?
- A man after my own heart.

- Carol?
- Yes, please, Graham.

After she's finished counting.

I've got half a dozen private collectors
waiting for this little beauty back home.

- Should get top dollar.
- I'm glad I could help.

It's strange, you know.
In the old days, we used to swipe it first,

then try and flog it.
These days everything is to order.

There's a bloke in Melbourne,

read one of those celebrity-at-home things
in his wife's magazine.

He's taken a shine to the clock
on Nicole Kidman's mantelpiece.

Got a crew in L.A. Right now.

Ninety thousand, exactly.

- Great, get that drink, sweetheart.
- Cheers.



So have you finished
your business in London?

Hell, no,
I've got three more orders before...

- What are you doing?
- I'll take that.

- Now hold on, fella.
- Back up, big boy.

Sit down, hands under your jacksie.

- What the hell is going on?
- Change of plan.

I'll take that, too. Carol, be a good girl.

What are you doing? You work for me.

Think of this as my resignation

and the money and this
as a little golden handshake.

- You can't do this.
- Watch me.

- Do you know who I am?
- Why, have you forgotten?

I'll have you hunted down like a dingo.

Yeah, big, hard Aussie gangster man,
Graham Poole, phoning the police for help.

- Not very good on the old street cred is it?
- I don't need the police, mate.

Yeah, well, South America
is a very big place. Good luck.

Oh, yeah,
if your lot want this back, "mate,"

tell them to do it on the field. Like we did.

- That's my money.
- Not anymore, it's not.

- I will not...
- You make one more move, son,

and I'll use this.

Yeah?

Haven't got the balls.

Anyone else? No?

Thought not.

John, we need to get him to a doctor.

- I can't be here.
- What?

I can't be found
in the middle of a shooting.

- But he's hurt!
- You're not listening to me.

- I can't get involved in this.
- It's okay. I'll call an ambulance.

John, look, I'm sorry, mate,
I have to get out of here.

- I'll keep you out of it. Just go.
- You're a flaming diamond, mate.

And don't worry about that little weasel,
I'll find him.

Remind me again what I pay you for.

Ambulance, please, Eddie's Bar.
Change Alley, EC1.

Hurry, quick, it's an emergency.

Seriously though,
I was brilliant, weren't I?

You were great, Danny, great.

But all that stuff about winning the Ashes
back on the field?

"Like we did." That wasn't in the script.

Listen, mate, that's ad-libbing.
That's the texture.

You're lucky he didn't start
singing Jerusalem.

How good are we though?

Seriously, I mean the others
are going to be well chuffed.

Yes. You know what bit I liked best?
He even thanked me.

- Sorry, Mick.
- What...

Somebody not pay the TV license?

Don't worry.
Let's just find out what this is about first.

There's nothing wrong with having
a suitcase full of cash, is there?

This yours?

I don't remember seeing a search warrant.

This yours?

It's mine. It's my poker winnings.
Mickey picked them up for me.

Big game, went on for days,
I can't even remember the players.

Oh, now wait a minute.

Consider yourself nicked.

Preliminary interview with Michael Stone.

Present are Detective Chief Inspector
Matthew York

and Detective Sergeant Deborah Eastman.

11:05 p.m.

Congratulations, Michael.

There was enough cocaine found in that
case to qualify you as a major distributor.

- We both know it doesn't belong to me.
- It was found in your possession.

Albert Stroller admitted
the case belonged to him.

Which means he'll get 20 years.
At his age, that will amount to life.

You and the others
will be charged with dealing.

- What do you do for a living, Michael?
- Oh, you know, this and that.

Oh, you must do very well.

Hell of a lifestyle from what I can see.

Expensive clothes, penthouse flat.

Look, can we please just cut to the chase?

We all know the only way those drugs
could have gotten into that case

is if you put them there.

- They said you were smart.
- So, what now?

- I can still put you and your friends away.
- I could find a brief to tear you to shreds.

You've got form.

You live a millionaire's lifestyle
with no visible income,

six kilos of cocaine found
in your apartment, and you're black.

Who you gonna get? Perry Mason?

- What do you want?
- Adam Rice.

The press like to call him "The Ghost."
I call him a thief.

He steals to order.

Amongst other things,
he's credited with the theft

of the 1623 first folio edition
of the works of Shakespeare

from Durham University in 1998,

the theft of the Laurel diamond
from a Paris bank vault in 2001,

and the theft of Edvard Munch's painting
The Scream

from a museum in Norway,
September 2004.

You're a bright boy, Mickey.
What comes next?

- You'd like me to catch him for you?
- This is blackmail.

Call it helping the police
with their enquiries, love.

I need a big collar, this is the biggest.

You deliver Rice,
I'll drop all the charges against you.

That's big of you.

- Can I just say something?
- What?

Well, I mean, you know,
now we're all crooks together and all that,

I was just wondering what happened
to the money in the case?

You know, the 90 grand that you shits
nicked and replaced with cocaine.

Don't you ever get me confused, gobshite.

You're the crooks, I'm the police officer,

and the only reason I can bear
to breathe the same air as you now

is that I want Adam Rice behind bars
more than I want you.

Now, is there anything in there
you don't understand?

- No, just about got all that.
- Good.

You've got an hour to make up your mind.

Time's up.

You know damn well
I haven't got a choice.

- No, you haven't.
- Well, I can't do very much from in here.

Which is why I'm letting you go.

These are top security cells
away from the main custody suite,

and D.S. Eastman
will be supervising your time with us.

So, as far as anyone else is concerned,
you'll still be here.

- Look, I've even provided transport.
- Where's Albert?

- Oh, he'll be staying with us.
- You can't do that.

Yeah, but he's an old man,
you can't keep him in those cells.

Don't worry,
I'm moving him to a nice custody suite

where I can keep an eye on him.

That way I can make sure you lot
don't do a disappearing act on me.

- Call it insurance.
- That was not part of the deal.

- The deal's whatever I say it is.
- You nasty bastard.

- Just bring me Rice. Questions?
- Did you have an unhappy childhood?

Run along.

Shouldn't be too long, granddad,
as long as your friends do as they're told.

- Can I ask you something?
- How did I find you and your playmates?

- That's an obvious question.
- Detective Chief Inspector Mullen.

He resigned two years ago
after your crew made him a laughingstock

by impersonating one of their officers.

- I recall the name.
- Impressive.

So this is about revenge? For Mullen?

No, no, what happened to him
was his own stupid fault.

I want a job done, you fit the bill.

- Set a thief to catch a thief, huh?
- Precisely.

If you're smart enough to know that,

you must be smart enough to know
that Mickey is going to come after you.

Oh, I am.
That's why I'm not letting you go.

- Been up there an hour now.
- He's thinking, isn't he?

Shouldn't we be thinking together, eh?
I mean, I've got ideas.

- Which are?
- You know...

Still formulating them.

God, this DCI York's got more press
than Paris Hilton.

Probably screwed more people, too.

Tell you, don't normally take this long
to come up with a plan.

Yeah, well, Mickey hates being told
what to do, doesn't he?

It clouds his judgment.

That's just it.
I mean, who are we going for then?

This Rice bloke or the copper?

Both.

Okay, unless we deliver
Adam Rice to the police,

we can't get Albert out and we'll almost
certainly go to prison ourselves.

Okay, so go for Rice first.

On the other hand,
if we do what York wants,

then what's to stop him using us in
the same way again and again and again?

Okay, forget Rice. We go for York.

- Well, I don't bleeding know, do I?
- Ash, what have we got so far?

Right, Detective Chief Inspector
Matthew York, the Met's blue-eyed boy.

Started off in the Midlands

and is credited with the first
zero-tolerance policy in the U.K.

Moved to the Met two years ago.

This bloke's a one-man
crime prevention unit.

The only one who comes close
to his cleanup record

is a DCI Neil Cooper from Middlesex.

Now from what I can gather,
this Cooper bloke's had a good month,

so York needs a high-profile collar in order
to maintain his status as golden bollocks.

He framed us for something we didn't do,
so we know he's dishonest.

Yeah. And he nicked our money.

Yeah, well, his philosophy seems to be to
do whatever it takes to get a conviction.

He concentrates on high-profile crime,

that way he gets his face in the paper
when he clears it up.

Which is why he wants Adam Rice.

- Do we know who this Rice bloke is?
- Well, everyone knows "The Ghost."

- Well, I don't.
- He's an artist.

Yeah, he's been number one
on their burglary most wanted list

for the past six years.

Right, so how the bleeding hell
are we supposed to catch him then?

- We're screwed.
- No, no, I am not leaving Albert in jail.

- Ash, can you track down Rice?
- Yeah, I can try.

Then do it.

Call me back, yeah?

A few years ago,
the police set up a honey trap for Rice...

Nev? Ash Morgan.
Yeah, I'm looking for someone.

...someone to get right under his skin.

His name's Adam Rice. Yeah.

- So he slept with her...
- That's right.

...told her all about his next job,
which was to steal

the ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz,

and he let them stake out that target,
while he hit somewhere else.

Yeah, no, I've tried Peter,
he didn't even know he was in town.

- Sounds like quite a charmer.
- Yeah, so I've heard.

So are we really going to deliver him
to the police?

If it means we can get Albert out, yes.

Yeah, well, put the word about, yeah?
See you.

I can't believe the old bill
nicked our money.

- So now we're broke and screwed.
- Hello?

Hold on.

Heads up.

I found him.

Orange juice, please.

Here you go.

You lost him?

Look, I swear, Mick,
he just disappeared into thin air.

Yeah, well, he's a ghost, isn't he?

- Did he see you?
- I don't think so.

Look, if you ask me, he's the kind of bloke
who's used to being followed,

and he pulls the odd stroke, just in case.

Okay, okay, we'll try again tomorrow.
Take Stacie with you.

We're up.

Police. Anti-terrorist unit. We need
your car. Out of the car, please, sir.

- Thank you, wait here. Thank you.
- Hey, that's my car!

You can't just...

Thank you, sir. You may have helped
to avert a national crisis.

I just don't...

We'll make sure you're recommended for
a citizen's service award, sir. Thank you.

After that,
he went straight back to his hotel.

If they were plans he picked up
from the town hall,

we need to find out what they were for.

Yeah, well, I spoke to Nev again.

He thinks Rice is in town to recruit
a new team for his next job.

- Let's break into his hotel room.
- No, no way, he's a pro.

I mean, even if we got in,
he'd know we'd been there.

We need Albert.

- I need Albert.
- Not a chance.

Listen, if you want me to deliver Rice,
I will need my full crew.

I don't negotiate with criminals.
Manage without him.

Either you find out what his next job is

and arrange for me
to catch him red-handed,

or Stroller will be in Wormwood Scrubs
by the end of the week.

End of conversation.

No. There is no way he will release Albert

until we deliver Rice to him on a plate,
end of story.

- Don't want much, does he?
- Well, so what do we do?

- Well, we'll have to do what he wants.
- Okay. Let's make contact with Rice.

How?

Well, me and Stacie discovered
he's got an interesting hobby.

Which is?

No. All right? No. No way.

Before you all come up with a plan,
okay, no.

I know you think this is the funny bit
where you,

you know, you get a little scam together,
dress me up as an astronaut, frogman,

Joe 90, whatever, okay,

but I draw the line at getting off a plane
before it's landed.

Danny, don't tell me
you're frightened of heights.

No problems with heights, love, all right?

Love heights. Me and heights,
beautiful thing, all right.

There's no way I'm jumping off a plane
while it's still in the air

with a giant hankie strapped to me back.

Not even for Albert?

No, no, no, when you land you need to
bend your knees, Danny, all right?

And if you're coming in fast,
you bend and you roll.

- So, Ash, are we ready?
- Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

- All we've done is jump off a box twice.
- Would you like to do it again?

- You said I'd have proper training.
- Danny, how hard can it be?

You jump and then you land.
We've covered it.

Well, what if, you know,
the parachute thing don't open?

- Well, then you pull your reserve.
- But what if the reserve don't open?

All right, okay,
look, if the reserve doesn't open,

there's a standard procedure, all right?

- Tell me that.
- All right, now.

You grab the knees of your jumpsuit,
and you lean forward.

- Go on.
- Like that?

Yeah, further. That's it, good, yeah.

Stick your head between your legs...

And you kiss your arse goodbye.

Thanks for the support.

Morning.

All right?

- Weather's holding up.
- Yeah.

- You jumping at 2:30?
- Yeah.

So are we.

- Michael Stone.
- Danny Blue.

Adam Rice.

- So, how many jumps have you done?
- A few.

- What about you, Danny?
- Oh, oh, no...

He's quite new. Ready? Danny?

You go, I'll catch you up.

- Danny!
- Yeah?

Okay, the last one to the bar
buys the drinks.

Oh! Okay, I tell you what, I resign.

I don't want to be a grifter anymore,
I wanna be a postman.

Okay.

Think about Albert!

- I hate you!
- I hate you, too. Come on!

- Okay, ready?
- No!

- One...
- Mickey, let's not do it!

- Two!
- Mickey, I don't wanna go...

- Three!
- Mickey!

Shit!

Mickey!

Oh, shit!

- How was it?
- Oh, awesome.

- Where's Danny?
- Hello?

Hello?

Hey. Hiya.

Thought I'd go back up,
you know, have another go.

It wasn't exactly a soft landing, was it?

It's the wind really, it took me off course.

It's not funny, lads, all right? I could have
been seriously maimed out there.

- Yeah, maybe next time.
- There won't be a flaming next time.

So, what do you guys do?

- We're con men.
- Con men?

And you are a thief.

Look, it's okay. It's okay.

We know who you are and what you do,
and we're fans, really.

- Well, that answers a question.
- Oh?

- I don't believe in chance meetings.
- Didn't think you would.

So, if you went to all the trouble
of jumping out of a plane to meet me,

it must be important.

- We hear you're looking for a new crew.
- And you think I'm looking for grifters?

I have a proposition for you.
Would you like to hear it?

I'm intrigued enough
to still be sitting here.

Whatever it is you're planning to steal,
you will sell, once.

Whereas we would copy it
and sell it five times.

- Go on.
- I already have a team in place.

- It could save you a lot of running around.
- Oh, I rarely run.

But you do need a team?

Perhaps, but I usually do the finding,
not the other way round.

The team that I have
stole the Star of Africa diamond.

We had five buyers,
made enough copies to deliver to all five

- and then put the original back in place.
- Michael Stone.

Bloody hell, you're Mickey Bricks.

I thought you was undercover police.
I'm honored.

Probably heard of me, too. Danny Blue.

Sorry, mate.

Your bellman used to be
Three Socks Morgan.

He still is.

So, what do you think?

Like I said, I usually find my own team.
So thanks, but no thanks.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

- So, what's plan B?
- We do not have a plan B.

- I thought you always had a plan B.
- Yes, well, I don't. Not now, Danny.

No plan B.

How are they treating you, Albie?

Mr. York seems to be enjoying
my discomfort.

The little shit.

You know we're doing everything we can
to get you out of here.

Michael will think of something.

Things not going too well, my dear?

It's impossible.

Trust Michael. I do.

I just hate you being here.

Well...

Is there anything you need?

Yes, there is.

So, Stone's made contact with Rice.
What will he do next?

Well, he'll deliver him.
What else can he do?

But if you read his file,
he tends to do things you don't expect.

Look, I've got the drug charges
and I've got the old man.

- He's screwed and he knows it.
- He must be furious.

He is. And when this is done,
he'll come after me.

Why do you think that?

He does not normally take this long.

Yeah, well, Mickey hates being told
what to do, doesn't he?

It clouds his judgment.

That's just it.
I mean, who are we going for then?

- This Rice bloke or the copper?
- Both.

If it's not claimed in 28 days,
you can come back and get it.

Eric, can you take this to the storeroom?

So we'll know every word
that Stone and his gang are saying?

I've got them like rats in a trap.
If they break wind, I'll know about it.

- You're so clever.
- Am I?

Look, this is stupid.
Let's go and talk to Rice again.

Mickey played his best card, we lost.

How's Albert?

Well, he's putting on a brave face,
but I know him, he's hating it.

I still say we go and talk to Rice again.

I thought I made it clear
I like to do the finding.

- How the bleeding hell did you get in here?
- A misspent youth.

Sorry I was so short at the flying club, but,

well, I had to make sure you were
who you said you were.

- You've been checking us out?
- Of course.

I'm very careful.
It's how I stay out of prison.

Well, you've already met Danny,
and this is Stacie Monroe.

Charmed.

And this is Ash Morgan.

- A very great pleasure to meet you.
- Yeah, likewise.

So, what are we going to steal?

Hans Christian Andersen was at
Copenhagen University in the late 1820s.

He shared a room
with a man called Peter Van Hugh.

Some say it was Van Hugh
who later encouraged Andersen to write.

- They stayed friends his whole life.
- Oh, I used to love them stories.

Andersen had just finished working
on a new book of stories

a week before he died.

He told his publishers about it,
but the manuscript was never found.

For 100 years,
the publishing world thought it was lost.

But you found it?

It transpires that Van Hugh
wasn't the good friend he professed to be.

- What, he nicked it off Hans Christian?
- Precisely.

The manuscript's been tracked down
to Van Hugh's great-grandson,

an eccentric who lived
in Windfield Hall just outside Isleworth.

He died last week with no heirs.

And the contents of his estate
are to be auctioned off.

Well, it must be worth millions.

I have a client that doesn't want to risk
being outbid at the auction.

- So he's hired you to steal it for him?
- Yeah.

The auction house is clearing the estate
the day after tomorrow.

So, we need to steal it tomorrow night.

- How much security?
- Lots.

That's why I'm looking for help.

And as much as I respect
your reputation, Mickey,

it was Mr. Morgan who was the real draw.

He thinks you're the nuts, Ash.

So, what do you think?

Ah, I'm going to raise you 10.

You're bluffing. I'll call you.

- Pair of 10s.
- Well...

You're right, I was bluffing.

You know, it's very cramped in here, Eric.
Isn't there someplace else we could play?

This is the estate.

A thousand acres of borderlands
surrounded by a 14-foot electrical fence.

It's only accessible by one security gate.

- One way in, one way out.
- Exactly.

The main computer
at the front security gate

controls the separate alarm systems to
each one of the three wings of the house.

Well, by hacking
into the computer system,

I should be able to get the security
passwords to deactivate the alarms.

Then I can disable them in turn
while you go through the building.

- You can do that?
- Yeah, if I can get through the main gate.

- Stacie, can you distract the guard?
- I'm sure I can think of something.

Okay, where will this manuscript
actually be?

The manuscript's in the third wing
of the house, in a glass display case.

The old boy was so terrified
someone was going to steal his heirloom,

he installed a mechanism where three
levers have to be turned simultaneously.

That way no one can take it on their own.

Okay, then Danny and I
will come with you.

Also, the perimeter fence is electrified.

Well, hang on, hang on,
so we can knock this fence out, can we?

Yeah, but only
once we're inside the house.

The switch is under the basement
in the second wing.

- So, how do you three get in?
- That's all under control.

Okay, so are we done?

Yeah, yeah, I think so, yeah.

Then let's meet up tomorrow,
4:30 at Eddie's Bar.

- You seem to have it all worked out.
- Yeah, great.

- I'll see you tomorrow then.
- Yeah, pleasure.

See you.

Well, he seems to know
what he's talking about.

- Do you know the Windfield estate?
- Supposed to be haunted, isn't it?

- It's in Middlesex, right?
- I think so.

That's Cooper's patch.
This gets better and better.

- Are those stockings?
- Yes.

Much better in here, eh?
Away from prying eyes.

I couldn't agree more.

I call.

- Three fours.
- Full house.

That's three in a row, now.

- They say the devil loves his own.
- Aye.

How about a tea break?

Yeah, go on, but no fixing the deck
while my back's turned.

Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.

I don't like this any more than you do.

But the only way to save Albert
is to make sure

that Adam Rice
is caught in that house red-handed.

York will not settle for anything else.

And to do that,
we need to go in there with him.

Yeah, well, it's a shame.
He's a nice bloke, isn't he?

Yes, yes, I know, but there's no other way.

Never, never thought I'd end up a grass.

- Okay, Danny, do you have an alternative?
- There isn't one.

Well, let's just get this done.

I'll meet with York and tell him we're on.

Yes. You see?

If you grab them by the balls,
their hearts and minds will follow.

Genius.

I feel invigorated.

- Stationery cupboard?
- Yeah, why not?

- Brought you a cup of tea, Albert.
- Thank you. Thank you.

You feeling all right?
You haven't eaten again.

No, I just don't seem to have any appetite.

- All right for cards tonight, though?
- Oh, of course, of course...

Albert? Jesus.

- All set?
- Yes.

The Windfield Estate, tonight.

Call this number
when Rice is in the house.

Hey, your mate's here. A top bloke, him.

Even pays for his drinks.

- Thought you'd changed your mind.
- I thought about it.

- First night nerves, eh?
- Something like that.

- We ready?
- We're ready.

Then let's go and steal the manuscript.

I want a press conference
lined up for 9:30 tomorrow morning.

Make sure they bring photographers.

Just tell them that
Detective Chief Inspector Matthew York

will be giving details of a major arrest
taking place tonight.

Oh, and find out which local paper
covers the Middlesex nick, will you?

Invite them along, too. Right.

Everything seems fine.

Perhaps the lack of fresh air
made you feel a little light-headed.

- Not eating wouldn't have helped.
- I'm sure that's all it was.

It'll be dark in an hour.

So when are you meeting your buyer then,
Mr. Ghost?

- My hotel, tomorrow.
- Just thinking,

you haven't exactly said how much he's
paying for this manuscript thingamajig.

That's right. I haven't.

And you haven't said how you're getting
through the perimeter fence.

I should have guessed.

Relax, Danny,
we're going in low to get accuracy.

Well, why don't we land the plane
and be really accurate?

I think they might notice.

But it's dark out there.
I won't be able to see where I'm going.

Well, you said you closed your eyes
last time anyway.

You'll hit the spot, don't worry.

Let's go! Stay close!

- Okay, come on. Come on.
- Mickey, Mickey, I can't do this!

- Mickey, seriously!
- You'll be all right!

Seriously, no, Mickey...

Where's Danny? He jumped before me.

- Get off me.
- Oh, shit.

Oh, sorry. Mick, I had me eyes shut.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Oh, thank God. Can you help me?
My car's broken down.

It just sort of jerked to a halt and died,
and I'm all on my own and it's all dark.

- Do you want me to phone someone?
- No, no, no.

Would you just have a look at it for me?

I'm sure it's something really simple.
I'd be ever so grateful.

- Just a sec.
- Thank you.

- I think it's broken.
- I'm sorry, mate. I just didn't see you.

Yeah, that's what happens
when you close your eyes.

You shouldn't have pushed me out of
the bleeding plane then, should you?

Ash and Stacie
will be at the gatehouse by now.

We have to go.

- You're gonna have to help me.
- Okay.

Wait, wait. Down.

Okay, okay, come on. Come on.

Thanks.

I can't believe I never realized
the engine was in here.

Yeah.

I'm really sorry, mate.
I just didn't, you know, see you.

Yeah, baby.

Mick, Wing One's down. You ready?

We're just making our way
to the back entrance now.

We'll let you know when we're in.

That door just opened by itself.

- Come on.
- It just...

This way.

Bit creepy in here, innit?

- Watch it.
- Would you come on?

That bottle of brandy
you keep in your desk...

- Who told you that?
- Oh, so it's not true?

Well, just to keep out the cold, you know.

Of course.
Nothing like a shot of brandy in your tea.

Just to keep out the cold.

I'll be five minutes. No peeking.

Wing Two. Wing Two. Where's Wing Two?

Warning, system re-arms in 30 seconds.

Oh, shit.

Mick, there's a failsafe.

Yeah. You've got 20 seconds
to get to Wing Two.

Ash, Adam is injured.
We're gonna need some help.

- You're gonna have to stall it.
- I'll try cutting the wire in the control box.

Danny.

Ten seconds. Nine,

- eight, seven...
- Yes, yes, yes. Brilliant.

... six, five,

four, three,

- two... Alarms deactivated.
- All clear.

The system is disabled.

Ash, you're a genius.

I really don't see what's wrong, love.

- You all right?
- Not so good.

Come on. One, two, three.

- You all right, son?
- Okay, here we go.

Right, we sit tight
and wait for Stone's call,

then we'll catch them all red-handed.

This will put you right back on top.

We need to deactivate the electric fence.

Wait here, wait here. Danny.
Danny, down there is the basement.

You'll find the fuse box for the main fence.

Drop the switch,
and we'll meet you in the display room.

- What about him?
- We'll manage, go.

Why have I got to go downstairs?

Don't go down in the cellar.

Oh, please be this one.

I hope that worked.

Mickey?

Okay. That's it. That's it.

That's it. This way.

- You out of Wing Two yet?
- No, not yet, almost.

Can you hear something?

Quick.

Danny, will you stop sneaking about?

I'm a burglar, ain't I?
I'm supposed to be sneaking about.

- The display room is over there.
- Come on.

Oh, come on. Shall we give it a little go?
I could turn it over for you.

I can't see the point.
I haven't done anything.

- Oh, come on.
- I'm supposed to be on duty.

There's a local garage
a couple of miles away.

- I'll give them a call.
- Oh, no, wait.

- I've got something I want to give you.
- What?

Trev, can you go and check
the main fuse panel in the basement?

- It looks like the fence is down.
- On my way.

Mick, you've got to move on this one.
They've discovered the fence is down.

- Okay. We're outside the room now.
- Okay. All right.

- We're inside.
- Where's the levers?

It's the gargoyles. You grab one each,
then you turn to the right.

Let's go.

Ready? Okay.

On three.

One, two, three.

Wow.

God, Hans Christian.

Good, let's go.

York, it's done.

Keep him there.

Well, that's your problem, not mine.
Just do it. I'm on my way.

All right, call the cavalry.
It should take them three minutes,

just enough time for them to see me
dragging Rice out single-handed.

This is Detective Sergeant Eastman,
I want backup, please.

To Windfield Hall as quick as you...
That was quick.

Police!

Well, if it isn't DCI Cooper, the nearly man.
What are you doing here?

We had a tip off, so whatever's going on,
this is a Middlesex collar.

Oh, no.

I've been running a covert operation,
which makes it my collar.

Police! Open up!

Gentlemen, meet... The Ghost.

This had better be good.

I know who did this.
I can take you to them.

Who?

Don't seem to be anyone here, sir.

Sir, we ran a check
on the names Mr. York gave us.

They're showing as being in custody.

Yeah, well, it would show that, but
they're not really because I let them go.

It's complicated.

Are they in custody or not?

Not.

But this isn't possible.

- Have any of these people left the station?
- Of course not. How could they?

You have to listen to me.
They did the robbery.

- Well, that's hardly likely, is it, Mr. York?
- All right. Look.

I told you,
this was an undercover operation.

I was using them to help catch The Ghost.

- Ghost?
- Adam Rice!

I offered them a deal on the drugs charges.

What drugs charges?

This was the case
found in their possession.

I think you'll find it corroborates my story.

Sherbet.

Vanilla sherbet, I think you'll find.
I'm a confectionary salesman.

He's lying. Well, don't you see?

This was cocaine. He's conning us.

Don't you see?
That's what he does, him and The Ghost.

Maybe it's time you took a holiday.
Release them.

No. No, wait!

It's not sherbet, it's cocaine.
I've... I've got a press conference.

You know what? I think I'll take it.

Tell them about the internal affairs
investigation I'm about to start.

You did this. It was you.

I think I mentioned earlier, I am not a thief.

I had you bang to rights.
How did you do it?

You're a bright boy, Matty. Work it out.

- Is there anything you need?
- Yes, there is.

- How much sherbet would you like?
- Six kilos, please.

What?

If it's not claimed in 28 days,
you can come back and get it.

Eric, can you take this...

So we'll know every word
that Stone and his gang are saying?

I've got them like rats in a trap.
If they break wind, I'll know about it.

You're so clever.

Look, this is stupid.
Let's go and talk to Rice again.

Mickey played his best card, we lost.

How's Albert?

Well, he's putting on a brave face,
but I know him, he's hating it.

I still say we go and talk to Rice again.

I thought I made it clear
I like to do the finding.

- Pleasure.
- See you.

Well, he seems to know
what he's talking about, but how are we...

Never, never thought I'd end up a grass.

- Okay, Danny, do you have an alternative?
- There isn't one.

Let's get this done.
I'll meet with York and tell him we're on.

Yes. You see?

If you grab them by the balls,
their hearts and minds will follow.

Genius.

You know, it's very cramped in here, Eric.
Isn't there someplace else we could play?

Nothing like a shot of brandy in your tea.
Just to keep out the cold.

I'll be five minutes. No peeking.

- Here we are.
- Ah, good. Right on time.

- To keep out the cold.
- Right.

Trev, can you go and check
the main fuse panel in the basement?

- It looks like the fence is down.
- On my way.

Mick, you've got to move on this one.
They've discovered the fence is down.

You'll have to find another way out.

- We ready?
- We're ready.

Then let's go and steal the manuscript.

Before we do this, there's...
There's something you should know.

What?

We've all been working for
Detective Chief Inspector Matthew York.

You want me to do what?

You're lucky someone handed it in.

It's brilliant, that, mate.
My little girl's gonna be made up.

You know what?
I think he's ever so handsome.

Give us a break.

I mean if you like that, you know,
obvious square jaw, six-pack rubbish...

Well, now you come to mention it.

Yeah, well, I reckon he's, you know,
a bit gay.

Seriously, I mean,
you don't get skin like that

without using moisturizer, dead giveaway.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Blokes know these things.
We've got, like, a sixth sense on it.

- Isn't that right, Eddie?
- Yeah, definitely.

You know, if I didn't know you better,
Danny, I'd say you were jealous.

Me? Jealous?

- So, how's your ankle?
- Hairline fracture, it'll mend.

- I'm sorry you got dragged into all of this.
- It was fun. We should do it again.

Oh, no, no, no.
I think we'll stick to grifting.

Well, if you change your mind.

- What time's your buyer due?
- Any minute.

Well, I have to say,
that was quite a ride, wasn't it?

So, Albert, where's the cocaine?

Oh, I flushed it down the toilet.

So, what happened to the 90 grand we got
for the old Ashes thing?

- Well, the police have still got that.
- No, they don't.

Yay!

Do you know, I haven't got
the faintest idea what's going on here.

But it's great.

Well, I wonder what kind of day
Mr. York had.

I love you.

- Well, your buyer's late.
- Yeah, well, I need a leak,

so keep him warm for me
if he comes in before I get back.

What's he look like?

I haven't met him yet. He said he'd wear
a flower in his buttonhole, though.

Nice kid, nice kid. He is definitely, yeah.

You know, I think I might take up
that sky diving lark.

- I reckon I'm a bit of a natural.
- Yeah, right.

You know, I'm very touched that Danny
would risk his life to get me out of prison.

Yeah, no, fair play to you, Danny.
It must've taken a lot of bollocks.

Hey, guys, you know,
we're a team, aren't we?

Never leave a man down in the field.

If one of us is in danger,
there comes a time in a guy's life,

you got to step up to the plate. You've...
You gotta say, "Yeah, I'll be counted."

- Very articulate, Danny.
- Thank you, thank you.

I mean, that's why people like York,
they underestimate us.

You see, they don't understand
how smart we are.

He should learn to expect the unexpected.

'Cause we are brilliant, ain't we?
I mean, we're brilliant.

Anything you throw at us,
we can handle it.

- Oh, dear, Danny's going into one again.
- Yeah, well, it was only a matter of time.

That's what it's about, innit?
Thinking on your feet,

dealing with any situation,
knowing that whatever happens, eh, kids,

we always come out on top.

- Yes.
- Guys, guys.