Dixon of Dock Green S20E1 - English Transcript

Good evening, all. You know, most crimes are solved by routine police work. The lab boys sort out the scientific evidence and the rest of us concentrate on getting statements from people who might know something. But one of the first things a policeman learns in the job is to be very careful when it's a question of eyewitness evidence. Sometimes, though, it's the only evidence we've got. Home to your loving arms I'll be returned Are you gonna take all day or something? I'm not used to getting up at this time. We've got the car coming in ten minutes. You want to see me on that plane, you hurry yourself. All right? Yes, sir. No, sir. Three bags full, sir. - Yes? - Minicab, sir. - You're early. - Yeah. Let him talk, Tony. A little. What are you doing in my flat? Who are you? Who am I? You work for me three years and you don't know who I am? You are a funny man, Mr Bowie. Work for you? I work for Mr Peglitsis. That's who I work for. Don't argue with Mr Golly, you. Yes, but see, Mr Peglitsis works for me. I own him - like I own you. What do you want with me? - I've got to go to work, anyway. - Funny time for a croupier to go to work. Five o'clock in the morning. That's my money! That's good money for a croupier to make in three years. Swiss francs. Works out about 10,000 nicker, English. Very nice. - So I do the dogs - the greyhounds. - Shut up! I'll tell you how you make that money. You make it by playing dirty games with my tables. - That's a lie. - Shut up! I'm going to tell you something. I've got a lot of clubs here in London and I've got clubs in Paris and all sorts of places. Pretty soon they are all on it. And I finish up a poor Greek man, don't I? You see what it is, mister? You are what they call a bad apple. I leave you in the barrel, and all the other barrels start to stink as well. So we don't leave you in the barrel. Nice music. Let's have a little more of it, Paul. I'm in paradise - You dirty little thief. I'm lost in a daydream Dreamin' 'bout my bundle of joy - Nice record, that. - Yes, sir. Heard from Forensic, Sergeant? They're going to phone me when they've run the paraffin test on her. - That won't be really necessary. - Not necessary? You ever met a woman who can empty a shooter into her fella without missing at least once? And smoking a cigar at the same time. - You believe her story? - She knows who did the job all right. She's just not saying, that's all. Do I believe her story? She's standing not two yards away when her geezer gets knocked off and she sees nothing? Do me a favour, Andy. - What have we got on her, Sergeant? - Name, Anne Hastings. Age, 24. Born in Gravesend. Gives her address as 18, Courtfield Street. Knew the chap for the past few months. He invited her round for a drink before he left for the airport. At five in the morning? She must like a bevvy. Yes? Yes, Sergeant Dixon speaking. Right. Where is she now? Right. I'll ask the Chief Inspector. It's Forensic, sir. They've run the paraffin test. - Have they taken her back to the nick? - They'd like your instruction, sir. Chief Inspector Scott. Yep. Oh, no. Yes, all right. No! Send her back round here. Some mug let her phone a lawyer. Let's hope he goes to the nick looking for her. - What's all the fuss? - She's killed him. - Do what? - We saw them take the body out this morning. - And then they took her off. - Blimey. He was two-timing her. That's why she did it. Tasty. These birds. - Yeah? - Tony? This is Albert. - They've pulled a bird for the job. - Leave off. Either that or she might know something. They've took her down. Hang on. Mr Golly? - What is it, Tony? - One of my lads on the phone. Reckons the law's took a bird in for questioning. - Where do they take her? - Local nick, I suppose. - Get somebody over there. Now. - Right. Hello. This is Mr Golly. Hello, Mr Golly. - Did you see them take this bird away? - No, sir. I only just got here. So you don't know what she looks like? I don't, Mr Golly. Well, you stay over there and find out. She could have seen us leave the flat. - It's a bit naughty, Mr Golly. - It's a risk we are not going to take. Find out where she is and do something about it. - I think it's best. - Yeah. Before you do that, get Paul to arrange transport for me. Right. Paul. Tony. Listen, a problem's come up. Mr C will be going back earlier than he planned. Yeah. Soon as you can. OK? Right. All right. Thank you, Constable. - Sit down Miss Hastings. - What have you brought me back here for? You'll be more comfortable here, miss. I've told you. I didn't shoot him. - Well, what do you want me for? - Just have a seat, Anne. Oh, I see. You're the friendly one, are you? He comes the heavy and you do the kind uncle bit? You've been around, haven't you? I've met enough coppers in my time. All right, so you know what we want. - Who shot him, Miss Hastings? - Look, I've told you. I was in there, in the kitchen so how would I knew? She's about 24, 25. A blondie. I've seen her about down West. You check at Pedro's club. I think that's where I've seen her. Good looking. Hey! Tony, listen. I think she used to knock about with Johnny Walsh. Check with him. Good boy, Albert. - Are you tooled up? - No, I'm not carrying. Better take off, then, son. Things could get lively. Thanks, Tony. It's obvious Miss Hastings can't have shot the man. So what's the point in keeping her here? We think she could tell us more if she has a mind to, Mr Pierce. She's told you all she can. She heard shots. She was frightened. When she came out of the kitchen, she found the body. She phoned the police but instead of thanking her, she's been treated like a criminal. She phoned me at home and you've tried to keep her out of my way by bringing her here. - You'll be putting in a complaint about that? - Possibly. And now, if you've finished, I shall take Miss Hastings home. Keep the motor running. She's a blondie, about 20-odd. As soon as you see her come up them steps, start rolling. Steady, like. OK? If any new evidence should come up well, that's another matter, isn't it? Yeah. I'll take them up, sir. You do that, Crawford. Right. Move. You'll let me have a copy of Miss Hastings's statement tomorrow? We'll do that, Mr Pierce. Look, Mr Pierce, she's got no chance and you know it. Whether she saw anything or not, somebody out there thinks she did and they won't be happy till she's in a vase at Golders Green. And this is London? Yeah. England's changing, isn't it? Look, Mr Pierce, I can let you take her out of here to a coffin or you can have a chat with her and see if she does know anything. She was practically living with the fellow. We think she must know something, Mr Pierce. I'll have a word with her. You do that. - Jane? - Yes, sir? Mr Pierce is coming in. It's got to be a big firm, George. It's got to be. Well, he worked the clubs as a croupier. It could be a private deal. Too many shooters about for that. I heard that cannon, remember. And that was no. 22. So when are they gonna try again? That's the point, isn't it? - If it's a big outfit, they'll be looking for her. - They'll find this place. If they haven't found it already. They could've taken her to some other nick. But I don't think so. We've got a good information service. No. They've got her banged up in some copper's house somewhere. Or in a hotel, maybe. - That's what they did with little Bernie. - Had him locked up in a 4-star hotel in Mayfair. So, first thing in the morning, get everybody on it. We've got her name, anyway. Calls herself Anne Hastings. Hey, I should have some photos for you by tomorrow but you may not need them. If she did see us leaving that place yesterday Yeah, and she could have seen more than that, don't forget. Yeah. Put it this way. If I had seen what happened, what would you do then? We'd pull the fellow who did it, wouldn't we? - And say he'd got some friends? - So, we keep them quiet, too. And where would I be while all that's going on? We'd find somewhere safe for you, Miss Hastings. - Like where? - That's the point, Sergeant. If Miss Hastings did know anything, and did volunteer as a witness, could you protect her? Look, Mr Pierce, you know these hooligans as well as I do. Once we get this fellow inside, all his mates run for cover. All right, then, mister. You get him inside first, then. - Who is he, Miss Hastings? - I don't know, do I? I've told you. I thought that shooting might have made her open up a bit. She's tough, Andy. And nasty. But we can't let her loose. On the other hand, we can't hold her. If we could keep her out of circulation while we do our digging What we need is a nice private island. Don't know any, do you? Well, as a matter of fact, I do. - Are you serious, George? - The place I had my holiday last year. It's got a hotel on it. The fella that owns it used to be in the job. He was a station sergeant in S Division. George, do you think you'd like to take an early holiday this year? Well do you think she'll agree to it? Wants to stay alive, doesn't she? You've made good time, sarge. - Not "sarge", Jane. George. - Sorry. And her name's Anne Webster. Right. Yes. I've got it. No-one will think of looking for her down here but we might as well make quite sure. The fellas who are after her- do we know who they are? Not yet. But we soon will if it's one of the big firms. Bonjour. It's the only way they can do it, Jane. The water's usually too shallow to get a boat across. - It's fantastic. - Clever, these Chinese. When the tide's out, you can walk over. Even get a car across on the sand. How long are we gonna be stuck over there, then? Well, that depends on you, doesn't it, Miss Webster? Great police force we've got, haven't we? I'll take that. Thank you. - Morning, Terry. - Thought you'd want to see me, Mr Crawford. - Yeah? - About this wages job down Stepney way? No, that can wait. I've got a lead on it. It was 8,000 nicker, you know. This is bigger. How big is "bigger"? - A *** job. - That shoot-up this morning? - You've heard? - It's in the linen, innit? Mr Crawford, I'd like to help you but I I don't hear much about these domestic jobs. Well, we don't reckon it for a domestic job. We think he was put down by one of the firms. Gotcha. He'd been working down West in a club, as a croupier. - Whose club? - The Happy Days. Run by a bloke called Peglitsis. Do you know him? - Name don't ring a bell. - He's in the clear, anyway. But you might be able to dig up something down there. Will do, Mr Crawford. Now, about this wages job. Do you want to hear about it or not? - Let's have it, then. - Well, I had to pay a bit to get the lead. Listen, mate. This isn't a peanuts job. There's good money in it for your lads. Are you? Think of that! You'll be buying yourself a mink coat next. - Who was that? - Billy Green's mob up in Brum. Reckons he's making too much money to look for the bird. Yeah, same story with Fergie Harris up in Glasgow. No, they wouldn't have taken her that far. But Brum they might. Or Manchester. Or Bristol, come to that. We've only got enough blokes to cover the smoke. - So she has to be, hasn't she? - Mm. You can bet they've moved her out of town by now. - Hey, what about ? - Yeah? I was just thinking - They may not do it for us but - But what? Allo. Oui? Monsieur Colinatos? He is asleep. Oh. OK. Chéri. Chéri. (Test Tony. Hello, Tony. What is it? All right, Tony. I'll make some phone calls for you. No, just a minute. Better way than that. Look, you go back to them. Mm-hm. All of them. And tell them I want to see them. They are going to find this chick for me. Ah. So listen. Billy, you seem to do everything round here. That's Dad, Mr Dixon. He'd have me doing the cooking as well - if I could cook. - Settled in, then, ladies? - It's lovely here, isn't it? So peaceful. Just like Yom Kippur in Golders Green. A lot of people like it here, miss. Oh, yeah, it's a nice place for seagulls. Excuse me, won't you? You've got a hard one there, Mr Dixon. Oh, I don't know, Billy. She's had a bad fright. It will take her some time to get over it. By the way, how long are you staying? It's just that Dad was asking. It depends what the lads turn up in London. Still no idea who's got it in for her, then? About all we know, Billy, whoever it is, he's bad news. Anybody here who don't know who I am? All right, then. The bird on the photo is what you have to find for me. The law's got her hid away someplace but you've all got pipelines into your local nicks. It shouldn't be long before you find her. You all get paid for the job, anyway. But I pay a big bonus to the fella who brings her to me. You mean alive? Right. We were thinking of No, better alive. Then she can tell the law who killed this fella. - I don't follow. - You're so slow, Tony. Mr Golly has got somebody in mind. Not yet, I haven't. But the law's going to want a heavy for the job. I'll find one for them. Maybe you, eh, Tony? Couldn't have picked a *** further away? Some nice pubs out Slough way. No need to be sarky, Mr Crawford. I had you come out here cos this is a respectable neighbourhood. No villains about. - Getting pretty cautious, aren't you? - So would you. Listen. You ever heard of a geezer called Colinatos? He's a bubble. Golly the Greek, you mean? Gambler. And the rest. He was deported years ago. Lives in France somewhere. Does he? Let's have it, Terry. He's put the word around, everywhere, they gotta find a bird named Anne Hastings for him. And, as he's paying good money, the lads are gonna oblige him? Mr Golly don't need to pay money He's a very big man. Thought you blokes would've known that. Mr Golly says "move", people move. - He's that big, then? - The biggest. He must have an Interpol file a yard thick. Colinatos, eh? Could have done without that. He's got the hounds moving in all the large towns. He's got a big organisation. Always did have. When they deported him, all they gave out was that he was a gambler. So he was at the time. It was the way the Home Secretary managed to kick him out. The rest of it we couldn't prove so we didn't try. - You remember Tommy Cohen going missing? - Still missing, isn't he? - Yep. - And that's down to Colly? So they say. Likewise Harry Bryant. Likewise Billy Morgan. All connections with Mr Golly All gone missing. And now he wants the girl. - Do you think he killed the kid himself? - Or one of his lads did. It's the same thing. Anyway, they haven't a hope in hell of finding her. No? - I wish I was that sure. - Oh, sir, she's well covered up. Hotels have staff don't they? Porters. Waiters. People like that get about, you know. Ought we send more blokes down there? No. The more people who know where she is, the better the chance they'll find her. No. Don't rock the boat. We work it from the other end. - Colinatos? - Yeah. If he did it - or had it done - we'll be hearing things. - Start pulling the heavies in, you mean? - I think so. Give them something to think about. What are you talking about? Some kind of toothpaste? If there's a fella named Colinatos lives in my manor, it's about time he opened a shish kebab house. This photo of what? What are you mugs trying to do, get me on a *** charge or something? Listen, mate, I don't need no girly photos. I got all the girl I can handle back at the flat. Which is where I should be. Listen, for the last time, I never heard of no Anne whatever her name is. I never heard of no Colinatos. If some of my boys have been asking people questions, and disturbing the public generally, web' I 'H stop their Christmas bonus. Is that what you want? How long? I don't say it will be, but it could be. I'm not staying in this morgue for a month, mate. - You'd sooner be out there getting shot at? - I know places I can go. And probably the people who killed your boyfriend know them, too. I can look after myself. Don't think I can't. But why should you? That's what Jane and I are doing here. A month? Oh, leave off. You'll make things much easier for yourself. Just describe the man who shot him. It's as simple as that, isn't it? I'll describe him, all right. When you've got him inside If you ever get him inside. We will. Don't you worry about that. Mm, and I'll have grey hair by then. No happier, then? Well, she's used to the bright lights. She should be thanking us. Why? We're only doing our job. - What did you get for her? - A few bloods. There was not much choice in the village shop. A bit close to home, isn't it? Oh, dear. Well, it can do for me. - Have you got the car keys, Jane? - Mm, yes. Oh, I must have left them in the car. Well, I think I'll have a wander round to the point. Try and cheer Anne up a bit while I'm gone, will you? Now ask me to do something really difficult. Are you there, Anne? This is Sandville 383. Get me the police immediately. Tango 51 receiving. Mustard-coloured ***, Bravo Oscar Mike Niner Two Two Kilo. The driver has escaped from police custody. She is probably heading your way, Tango 51. Her name is Hastings. Anne Hastings. Over. We'll get up to the Plymouth road intersection. Tango 51 out. Right. Are you Miss Hastings? Miss Anne Hastings? Thought I was called Webster in this part of the world. Tony! - Have you got something? - Taff Jones phoned from Bristol way. - They've been listening to the police radio. - Yeah. And? The law pulled a bird there this morning for nicking a car down the coast. - It's her? - Anne Hastings. They heard it. Great. Great. Where have they got her? It was the local nick but by the time the lads got there some geezer had collected her and the car. That'll be the minder. So we don't know where she is again? Ah, it's not a big place round there, Tony. She shouldn't take a lot of finding. Back to beautiful downtown Sandville. - At least it's safe. - And so popular. Here's your sidekick. Have a nice drive? It got interrupted. I suppose she'll try that again. Well, we won't put temptation in her way. I've got the keys. I wish they'd hurry up and get the bloke who did the job. Miss Webster's getting to be a pain in the neck. Oh, they'll be doing the best they can. They got everybody on it all over the country. Like a military operation. - Any leads yet? - Nothing. Wherever you've got her stashed away, nobody knows about it. I don't know this area at all, see. But if they run to form, they've got her in a hotel somewhere down here. Yeah. As far as we know, the law picked her up heading north. So that means she's come from one of these little places down on the coast. There's quite a few hotels. I've marked them all. See? - Cliff and I will take this area here. OK? - Yeah. I think you two ladies ought to go inside. Oh, not again? Just till I find out who's coming over. - You're taking real good care of me, aren't you? - That's right. Come on, Miss Webster. - Cliff. - Yeah? - Hark at the fella standing on the jetty. - Do you know him? No. I just wonder what he's watching. - Could be the Old Bill, do you reckon? - Could be. Let's split. Do a bit of bag-carrying. Thank you. Um I'm sorry to bother you. The light switch in my room seems to have gone wonky. - Can somebody have a look at it? - Mr Everage, room 23? - That's right. - Sure. I'll go up right away. That's very good of you. I'll finish my drink, then. - Same Christian name. - Yeah. And she's not put in an appearance yet. But this bird was having dinner with the bloke who was watching us. She's sharing a room with this Anne Webster? May not be anything but I'd like to have a look at the bird. Oh, no, it's bad enough being here without being locked up in this room. I just want to do a bit of checking first, Miss Webster. Look, there's two fellas come over for a holiday. There'll probably be more tomorrow and I'm not having all my meals up here. Just until I've checked. Look, Gladys, we've already covered the Exeter area with the advance publicity. No point in doing a poster campaign for at /east a fortnight. Look, darling we'll be back in town by, say, the end of the week. Get the client to agree a price, will you? Yeah, get them to ring me here in about an hour's time. Yes. Oh, and don't forget to mail the Bristol material through. OK, love. Bye, now. These dolly birds they'd forget their heads if it wasn't screwed on. Is that your business, Mr Gladwell? Advertising? I'm sorry to say it is. Good night. Good night, sir. They got a tickle. Pete's letting us know they got a tickle. So let's get onto the client. Billy, did your dad have a word with you? - About the new guests? - That's right. Yeah. I took the phone numbers clown Another London call just now. - Mr Gladwell. He's in advertising. - You sure about that? Yeah, they've just done a big campaign down here. - He was phoning his office. I was listening. - That's all right, then. I've got the list here. I don't think we shall need it now. Thanks, Billy. Good. Good. Good. Well, Tony, when you phone them tell them this is how we arrange it. Yes. Can do. - He'll be waiting for you from ten o'clock on. - Got it. - Yes? - It's all arranged. If it's the wrong bird you could cause trouble. It's the right bird. I showed her photograph to one of the waiters. - So when do we move? - What time's it get light? Wake up, ladies. But very gently. And you, don't scream unless you want your friend hurt. Now you, lady copper, get her clothes. Quick. - Any trouble? - Gave her a little tap. Let's get moving. Mr Dixon! Mr Dixon, quickly! Hey! - Those fellas have pinched the tractor! - Let's get moving, then! Don't try any tricks, Anne. I don't want to have to use this. No. Leaving that for your boss, are you? - Mr Dixon? - Yes? I've just thought. The unfinished motorway. - We could catch them up that way. - Let's take it. They're over by that plane, Mr Dixon. We'll make for the control tower. I'm a police officer. Thank you, boys. You can go now. Yes, you know me, don't you? - No. - Oh, you don't? Good. Very good. Fasten your belt. We are going for a little trip. - He's not giving us clearance yet. - Well, wait. But he says there's a 600-foot cloud base over the hills. - Well? - I brought you in that way. The cloud base was at 2,000 feet. It can't have lowered that much. I see. Miss Hastings, would you like to be very, very rich? Anne Hastings did not testify against Mr Colly and the only charge we were able to hold him on was breaking a deportation order. Two days after he came out of prison, he was killed by a hit-and-run driver in a street in Paris. An accident, perhaps, or maybe some of his friends thought he'd gone too far for once. Good night, all.