On the Beat

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(Police car bell clanging)

(Machine-gun fire)

(Gunshots)

- How many, lnspector?

- Four at least, Superintendent.

- lncluding Trigger O'Flynn.

- Right. Give me the loudhailer, will you?

All right, O'Flynn.

l'll give you just 15 seconds to come out.

Now, you know me.

One.

- Two.

- lt's Pitkin. What do we do, Trigger?

l'll handle this one personal.

Seven... Eight...

Nine...

Eleven...

Twelve...

Thirteen...

Fourteen...

You're being silly, O'Flynn.

This is it.

Fifteen. All right, O'Flynn,

l'm coming to get you.

Take a gun, sir.

(Machine-gun fire)

Trigger O'Flynn!

Trigger O'Flynn!

Come out, wherever you are.

l'm coming up for you.

Try this side...lnspector!

Over here, Commissioner.

All right, O'Flynn, the game's up.

Now drop that.

- Come any nearer, l'll kill you.

- Kill me?

l am Pitkin of the Yard.

Not for long, you're not.

Start saying your prayers.

Oh, Mr Pitkin.

Wake up, Mr Pitkin. Wake up!

What is it? Wake up, Mr Pitkin.

Your morning tea, Mr Pitkin.

Oh, thank you, Mrs Stammers.

Nasty dream you had.

l used to have them once.

l suppose Pitkin will be off early

to Scotland Yard to solve this lot.

No need to be sarcastic, Mr Bassett.

You try solving crimes

instead of sitting about.

Do you know who done this Soho job?

l am not at liberty to disclose

police business to strangers.

- Huh!

- Don't let your tea get cold, dear.

Don't worry, Dad. You'll be proud of me.

l shall be head of Scotland Yard yet!

- Got the cigarettes, darling?

- ln my handbag.

l shall have to ask you

to come along a-me.

What's the idea?

Anything you say will be taken down

and used in evidence against you.

- Get this off. What are you on about?

- l saw you put your hand in her bag.

That happens to be my wife's bag.

- Pardon?

- This lady is my wife, and that's her bag.

Oh. Sorry. l mean, well, l didn't know.

- Unlock it. Get it off.

- Um... Can't.

- Why not?

- l haven't got the keys.

- You haven't...!

- And l've got to get off here.

- l'm not getting off here.

- You are. l mustn't be late at the Yard.

Come on!

Mind the doors.

l know, darling.

The train's going now.

The train's...going...!

lt's moving! Me hand!

The wall! The wall! Aargh! The wall!

Well, Elsie, do something!

Yes, come on!

Go on, Elsie. Harder!

Hurry up, Elsie.

(Whimpering) Oh, no, don't do that!

No, don't do that.

That's all that's holding me!

A file's no good.

You want a hacksaw for that.

Hacksaw!

Ow!

Come on.

Oh! A station! A station!

Oh. Oh...l mustn't be late at the Yard.

- Morning, Sergeant.

- Morning.

- Good morning, Mr Bollington.

- Good morning.

Pitkin, l'd like you to take over

the Flying Squad today.

Very well, sir.

- Pitkin!

- Yes, Mr Bollington?

The Flying Squad like their cars spotless.

Yes, Mr Bollington.

- And Pitkin...

- Yes, Mr Bollington?

Make sure the wireless aerials are clean.

Yes, Mr Bollington.

Oh, Mr Bollington!

Oh, l've got one 'ere!

They've got to have clean aerials, so...

so they don't get

any dirty messages! Ain't they!

What about that?

- Pitkin!

- Yes, Mr Bollington?

We don't want any humorous quips.

- Yes, Mr Bollington.

- Well, get on with it, then.

Oh, boll...ingtons!

Do you mean you can take no action

about this appalling list of crimes?

They all point to one man

but we can't pin anything on him.

There are one or two pieces missing

from the jigsaw.

(Phone)

Yes? Oh, yes, of course.

- lt's for you, sir.

- Not now, l'm in conference.

lt's the Home Secretary, sir.

Commissioner speaking.

- 'l'm tired of this nonsense!'

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Quite so. There are still one or two

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