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Norman Stanley Fletcher, you pleaded guilty to the charges. | 0:00:04 | 0:00:09 | |
It is now my duty to pass sentence. | 0:00:09 | 0:00:11 | |
You're an habitual criminal, who accepts arrest and imprisonment as occupational hazards. | 0:00:14 | 0:00:19 | |
We therefore commit you to the maximum term allowed. | 0:00:26 | 0:00:31 | |
You will go to prison for five years. | 0:00:31 | 0:00:37 | |
MEN SING: # The holly and the ivy | 0:00:37 | 0:00:40 | |
# When they are both full grown, | 0:00:40 | 0:00:42 | |
# Of all the trees that are in the wood | 0:00:42 | 0:00:46 | |
# The holly bears the crown | 0:00:46 | 0:00:49 | |
# The rising of the sun, And the running of the deer | 0:00:49 | 0:00:54 | |
# The playing of the merry organ... # | 0:00:54 | 0:00:59 | |
SINGING DRIFTS UP | 0:01:06 | 0:01:11 | |
Ta. | 0:01:11 | 0:01:12 | |
Making a card? Yeah. It's for my brother George. | 0:01:12 | 0:01:16 | |
It's not very seasonal, is it? It IS for George - he's only allowed it once a year. | 0:01:16 | 0:01:21 | |
Can you hear the carols? Yeah, shut the door. Don't you like it? | 0:01:24 | 0:01:30 | |
They only know four carols. And some of the words are a bit suspect. | 0:01:30 | 0:01:36 | |
Shepherds didn't wear socks in them days. | 0:01:36 | 0:01:39 | |
I find it rather moving - all them blokes united in exultation. | 0:01:39 | 0:01:45 | |
Don't be daft. They're drowning the row of Tommy Slocombe's tunnelling! | 0:01:45 | 0:01:50 | |
Tunnelling? Yeah, it's not the coming of our Lord, it's the going of Tommy Slocombe! | 0:01:50 | 0:01:57 | |
Nobody tells me nothing. It was a secret between him, six baritones, 12 tenors and a soprano! | 0:01:57 | 0:02:06 | |
We've got a soprano?! We've got lotsa-pranos here, mate! | 0:02:06 | 0:02:10 | |
Watch out for the baritones, too. DEEP VOICE: "Hello, sonny..." | 0:02:10 | 0:02:15 | |
Where's the tunnel? | 0:02:15 | 0:02:18 | |
Where's the choir? Outside Cell 28. It's three foot under Cell 29, then. | 0:02:18 | 0:02:24 | |
Give us a biscuit. At least it brings an air of festivity into our existence. | 0:02:24 | 0:02:30 | |
There's a carol service and a tree, too. Very useful, that tree. | 0:02:30 | 0:02:36 | |
Yeah, them dingly-danglies hide a multitude of sins, you know. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:42 | |
Even the fairy's got two ounces of tobacco stuffed up her tutu! | 0:02:42 | 0:02:47 | |
No wonder she looks uncomfortable. | 0:02:49 | 0:02:52 | |
Where did it come from? | 0:02:52 | 0:02:54 | |
The Governor's office. It was a present for Mr Mackay. Welsh George did a nifty switch. | 0:02:54 | 0:03:01 | |
What did he leave in its place? He left an identical gift-wrapped parcel. | 0:03:01 | 0:03:08 | |
What's in it? Well, if he uses it for putty, his windows will fall out! | 0:03:08 | 0:03:15 | |
What's Christmas Day like in here, Fletch? | 0:03:17 | 0:03:21 | |
Slightly less 'orrible than the other days. The Governor don't dress up as Santa Claus, you know. | 0:03:21 | 0:03:29 | |
Yeah, but we get turkey, don't we? | 0:03:29 | 0:03:32 | |
They CALL it turkey, but we can't be sure. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:36 | |
If it IS, then last year's turkey must have been a very funny shape - | 0:03:36 | 0:03:41 | |
28 legs and no breast! | 0:03:41 | 0:03:44 | |
Like Lulu and the Young Generation! | 0:03:48 | 0:03:51 | |
Hey, that's really good. Can I use it in my after-dinner speech? | 0:03:51 | 0:03:56 | |
Do we get Christmas pudding with cream? | 0:03:56 | 0:04:01 | |
It's that artificial muck like shaving cream. | 0:04:01 | 0:04:05 | |
And the wheeler-dealers are busy at this time of year. Genial Harry Grout has granted a few franchises. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:13 | |
And young Terry's flogging mistletoe to the poofters. | 0:04:13 | 0:04:17 | |
People forget the real meaning of Christmas. It's so commercial. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:23 | |
What do you expect from Mackay? | 0:04:23 | 0:04:26 | |
Christmas Day'll be OK, though? Not this year - | 0:04:26 | 0:04:30 | |
thanks to that flaming tunnel. | 0:04:30 | 0:04:33 | |
It spells disaster to us all. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:35 | |
Tommy Slocombe has ONLY chosen to make his break on Christmas Eve! He won't get through the traffic. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:43 | |
Only six more digging days left to Christmas, then! It's not funny, Godber. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:50 | |
This escape will implicate us all. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:53 | |
Slocombe's a nurk. Nobody will help HIM. | 0:04:53 | 0:04:57 | |
Slocombe's related to a big villain who's a mate of genial Harry Grout. | 0:04:57 | 0:05:03 | |
Now, Harry's got the word to get the kid out for Christmas. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:08 | |
So, if we are asked to assist, we cannot refuse, can we, eh? | 0:05:08 | 0:05:13 | |
We'd wake up one morning and find two more things hanging on the tree! | 0:05:13 | 0:05:18 | |
US! Right? | 0:05:19 | 0:05:22 | |
I ain't going down no tunnel. I get claustrophobia. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:27 | |
Do you? Yeah, it started when I was stuck in a chimney for two hours. Oh, yeah? What happened? | 0:05:27 | 0:05:35 | |
I was going to turn over this house and the chimney was the only way in. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:40 | |
My victims came home and found my feet sticking out the fireplace. I got away, though. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:47 | |
Did the police get a description? | 0:05:47 | 0:05:50 | |
Yeah, but I was covered in soot. They probably looked for a blue-eyed negro in a black suit! | 0:05:50 | 0:05:57 | |
There was two of you, then? No, I was... Oh, never mind. | 0:05:57 | 0:06:02 | |
So, that's why I'm claustrophobic. Well, it might get you off tunnelling duties, | 0:06:02 | 0:06:09 | |
but I tell you, when Slocombe's out of it, we'll be well IN it. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:14 | |
It'll upset the equilibrium of prison life. Equilibrium? | 0:06:14 | 0:06:19 | |
It'll tilt the balance of power between the law and the villain. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:24 | |
It'll push the system a bit too far. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:28 | |
Well, there's nothing WE can do, is there? | 0:06:28 | 0:06:32 | |
I know what I'M doing. I'm gonna be well out of it. How? I'm going away for Christmas. | 0:06:32 | 0:06:39 | |
Where to? Majorca (?) | 0:06:39 | 0:06:42 | |
Nah, everyone goes to Majorca, don't they? | 0:06:42 | 0:06:46 | |
I thought the prison hospital, for a change. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:50 | |
It's the only holiday you get here, and it gets me away from retaliation by the screws over this escape. | 0:06:50 | 0:06:58 | |
You'll never get past the doctor. | 0:06:58 | 0:07:01 | |
What's wrong with you? It's my knee. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:04 | |
I never knew you had a bad knee. That's because I've kept it up my sleeve! | 0:07:04 | 0:07:11 | |
Or, to be precise, up my trouser leg. | 0:07:11 | 0:07:15 | |
What's wrong with it? Cartilage. | 0:07:15 | 0:07:17 | |
What are you laughing at? I've lived with the pain for years. | 0:07:18 | 0:07:23 | |
Lately, due to the damp weather, the pain has become unbearable. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:28 | |
Which knee is it? Eh? Which knee? | 0:07:28 | 0:07:31 | |
That one. | 0:07:31 | 0:07:33 | |
..Or is it that one? | 0:07:33 | 0:07:36 | |
Ooh! Am I hurting you? | 0:07:36 | 0:07:40 | |
Yeah, but you've got your job to do. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:43 | |
It's a bad burn. I know! | 0:07:43 | 0:07:47 | |
What are you so pleased about? | 0:07:47 | 0:07:50 | |
It's no use getting hurt here if it's trivial. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:54 | |
I can't work with this hand. I must reluctantly agree. | 0:07:54 | 0:07:59 | |
But I think I could make it to the infirmary... | 0:07:59 | 0:08:03 | |
You're confined to your cell for three days. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:07 | |
I can't manage in a cell alone, with my hand tied up. | 0:08:07 | 0:08:12 | |
It may not look much, but... | 0:08:12 | 0:08:15 | |
You are NOT going to the sick bay. Understood? | 0:08:15 | 0:08:20 | |
You don't like having us in your infirmary. No, the sheets get dirty. Next! | 0:08:20 | 0:08:28 | |
Hold this dressing in place. I'll bandage you up shortly. Give me your card. | 0:08:28 | 0:08:35 | |
Out of here, Fletcher! I've got my card. | 0:08:43 | 0:08:47 | |
Out, out, out! I'm sick. OUT! | 0:08:47 | 0:08:50 | |
I'm entitled. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:52 | |
I can tell at a glance if a man is sick or not. YOU'RE a perfect specimen of manhood. | 0:08:52 | 0:08:59 | |
I haven't come about THAT - it's my knee. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:03 | |
What's wrong with your knee? | 0:09:03 | 0:09:06 | |
Ask me to stand on one leg. What?! | 0:09:06 | 0:09:10 | |
Ask me to stand on one leg. Go on, ask! | 0:09:10 | 0:09:13 | |
All right. Stand on one leg! | 0:09:16 | 0:09:19 | |
And you call yourself a doctor! | 0:09:23 | 0:09:26 | |
Get up, Fletcher. I don't think I can. Sit in the chair. | 0:09:26 | 0:09:32 | |
What is it? I'll show you. | 0:09:32 | 0:09:34 | |
There it is. There is what? There's my KNEE. | 0:09:36 | 0:09:41 | |
I know it's a knee, Fletcher. I learnt that at medical school. | 0:09:41 | 0:09:46 | |
You didn't learn about this kind of knee. It's the old trouble again. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:51 | |
What trouble? Laziness? Cartilage! | 0:09:51 | 0:09:54 | |
It's all in my records. I have an official history of knee trouble. | 0:09:54 | 0:09:59 | |
I don't believe you. So, check it out. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:03 | |
Why am I doing this? | 0:10:04 | 0:10:07 | |
Because there's just a chance that I'm telling the truth. | 0:10:07 | 0:10:11 | |
What's that? A Christmas cake - I get one every year. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:18 | |
Who for? The infirmary patients. There aren't any! | 0:10:18 | 0:10:22 | |
True. I give it to the wife. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:25 | |
That's good for a prison, eh? What? | 0:10:25 | 0:10:29 | |
A file with a cake in it! Get it? | 0:10:29 | 0:10:32 | |
Oh, yeah! Very witty, Fletch. I know. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:36 | |
Hey, were you ever in the Masons? | 0:10:36 | 0:10:39 | |
My God, it's true! Maidstone jail, 1967, cartilage. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:44 | |
Footballers get that, and groin strain. Little chance of THAT in here! | 0:10:44 | 0:10:51 | |
OK, you had surgery on your left knee, but it was YEARS ago. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:57 | |
And I've been in pain ever since. I don't complain, do I? No, never. | 0:10:57 | 0:11:02 | |
Even when he's crawling along like a wounded bloodhound. | 0:11:02 | 0:11:06 | |
All right, all right! I'm not after sympathy. | 0:11:06 | 0:11:11 | |
What ARE you after? | 0:11:14 | 0:11:17 | |
Well, when the pain gets unbearable, I have to lie down for a week or so. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:22 | |
You mean, a week in the infirmary? Yeah, maybe. | 0:11:22 | 0:11:26 | |
Ah, I see. Well, let me tell you something. | 0:11:26 | 0:11:30 | |
Of all the prisons in the north, my infirmary has the lowest record of admissions. | 0:11:30 | 0:11:36 | |
Donaldson, who's serving five years for embezzlement, | 0:11:36 | 0:11:40 | |
will get a Barclaycard before you get into my infirmary! OUT! | 0:11:40 | 0:11:46 | |
Well...on your head be it, doctor. | 0:11:48 | 0:11:53 | |
Fletcher, I KNOW you. I know you're going to make an issue of this. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:59 | |
So, what I'll do is cut it out before it goes any further. | 0:11:59 | 0:12:04 | |
Amputate?! | 0:12:04 | 0:12:06 | |
That'll get you in the infirmary! | 0:12:06 | 0:12:09 | |
I'm sending you to a civilian hospital for X-ray and examination. | 0:12:09 | 0:12:15 | |
You'll be back in a day, and then the matter will be closed! | 0:12:15 | 0:12:20 | |
Why waste the taxpayers' money? I just need to lie down, that's all. | 0:12:20 | 0:12:25 | |
Out, Fletcher. You're a liar and a malingerer. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:29 | |
Harsh words, doctor, in this season of goodwill to all men. | 0:12:29 | 0:12:34 | |
I hope your conscience pricks you! | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
You can say a prayer for me on Christmas Day. Next! | 0:12:36 | 0:12:41 | |
I will, but I'll have to pray standing up because of my bad knee! | 0:12:41 | 0:12:46 | |
Aaargh! Ooh! | 0:12:48 | 0:12:50 | |
Hey, Fletch. Shut the door. You're blowing my chains about. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:57 | |
Harry Grout's coming to see you. | 0:12:57 | 0:12:59 | |
What?! Yeah, he's on his way. Oh, Gawd. | 0:12:59 | 0:13:03 | |
He wants some favour pertaining to the Slocombe escape. | 0:13:03 | 0:13:07 | |
Hello, Harry. Hello, Fletcher. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:14 | |
What a rare privilege. You don't usually drop in on people. They usually have to drop in on YOU. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:21 | |
And if they don't, you drop things on THEM! | 0:13:21 | 0:13:25 | |
You always WERE a joker, Fletcher. | 0:13:28 | 0:13:31 | |
Yeah, yeah, I was...up to now. | 0:13:31 | 0:13:34 | |
What brings you to our humble abode? | 0:13:34 | 0:13:37 | |
Wanted to get out of my cell for a while. | 0:13:37 | 0:13:40 | |
Change of air? No, the warders are putting up my decorations. | 0:13:40 | 0:13:45 | |
There you are, sonny. Go to the pictures or something. | 0:13:46 | 0:13:51 | |
Oh, yeah. Thank you. | 0:13:51 | 0:13:53 | |
Shut the door. | 0:13:53 | 0:13:56 | |
Sit down, Fletch. | 0:13:59 | 0:14:02 | |
Oh, thanks very much. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:04 | |
I like the smell of a nice cigar(!) | 0:14:05 | 0:14:08 | |
I can't offer you anything festive, Grouty. | 0:14:08 | 0:14:12 | |
I'm not in a festive mood, Fletch. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:15 | |
A tunnel's being dug. Have you heard? | 0:14:15 | 0:14:18 | |
When they stop singing, yeah. | 0:14:18 | 0:14:21 | |
Slocombe's a relative of friends of mine outside. They want him sprung. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:25 | |
Oh, yeah. His dad was Billy the Ponce Slocombe. Got out of Brixton in 1972? Where did he end up, then? | 0:14:25 | 0:14:34 | |
He emerged on some Caribbean island where the authorities took advantage of his criminal experience. How? | 0:14:34 | 0:14:41 | |
They made him Chief of Police! He certainly had style, the old man. | 0:14:41 | 0:14:47 | |
Trouble is, I have to arrange the disappearance of his idiot offspring. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:52 | |
Ah, delicate, Grouty. Extremely. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:56 | |
If only I could help you... | 0:14:56 | 0:14:59 | |
You CAN, my son. Oh, Gawd. | 0:14:59 | 0:15:02 | |
You're going out tomorrow. For an X-ray! | 0:15:02 | 0:15:06 | |
Still, you'll be on the outside. Our friends can take advantage of that. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:11 | |
But how?! There'll be a package. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:13 | |
Someone, somewhere, sometime. No sweat. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:17 | |
Look, I'll be under constant escort. I'm not going Christmas shopping, you know! | 0:15:17 | 0:15:23 | |
It's only a SMALL package. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:26 | |
A blank passport. Inky Stevens needs one to give Slocombe a new identity. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:32 | |
Wouldn't it be more sensible to get a passport when he's outside? | 0:15:32 | 0:15:37 | |
Normally, yes. But Inky Stevens is the finest forger in England. And he's INSIDE. | 0:15:37 | 0:15:44 | |
Yeah, yeah... | 0:15:44 | 0:15:46 | |
I won't be ungrateful, Fletch. Good. | 0:15:46 | 0:15:49 | |
There'll be something extra in your Christmas stocking. | 0:15:49 | 0:15:54 | |
Besides your bad knee, that is! | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
CAROL SINGING | 0:15:59 | 0:16:02 | |
Oh, I like this one. | 0:16:02 | 0:16:04 | |
# ..Great tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, | 0:16:04 | 0:16:11 | |
BOTH: # Great tidings of comfort and joy. # | 0:16:11 | 0:16:16 | |
Haven't you forgotten something? | 0:16:31 | 0:16:33 | |
What? Your limp! | 0:16:33 | 0:16:36 | |
All right, mock the afflicted. | 0:16:36 | 0:16:39 | |
You're not sick, as your X-rays will prove. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:43 | |
Let's call it off, then. I can live with the pain. Ho, ho. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:48 | |
No, the hospitals are busy enough. I'll just hobble back to my cell. | 0:16:48 | 0:16:53 | |
Fletcher! | 0:16:53 | 0:16:54 | |
In! | 0:16:56 | 0:16:57 | |
Mr Barrowclough has to finish his Christmas shopping. | 0:17:02 | 0:17:07 | |
OK, doc, I can take it. Give it to me straight. | 0:17:22 | 0:17:26 | |
I'm afraid I have bad news, Mr Fletcher. You have? | 0:17:26 | 0:17:31 | |
Yes, you have a perfectly healthy knee. | 0:17:31 | 0:17:35 | |
It's an attractive knee, Mr Fletcher. | 0:17:35 | 0:17:38 | |
Not as attractive as yours, nurse. | 0:17:38 | 0:17:41 | |
I bet THEY have a happy Christmas! | 0:17:41 | 0:17:44 | |
Enough! You're old enough to be her father! | 0:17:44 | 0:17:48 | |
Impossible. I'm not from round here! It's also a HEALTHY knee. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:53 | |
Yeah, but you can't photograph pain. | 0:17:53 | 0:17:56 | |
- When does the pain start? - When he wants a spell in hospital! | 0:17:56 | 0:18:01 | |
That's not true, Mr Barrowclough. | 0:18:01 | 0:18:04 | |
It's like Piccadilly Circus in here. | 0:18:04 | 0:18:07 | |
Can I get you some coffee? No, just get us back home, please. | 0:18:07 | 0:18:13 | |
I'D like some. It's all milk. I only get half and half at home. | 0:18:13 | 0:18:17 | |
Half and half? Half milk, half water. | 0:18:17 | 0:18:21 | |
Well, if it's not too much trouble, miss. It's very sweet of you to ask. | 0:18:21 | 0:18:27 | |
Sure you don't fancy some? | 0:18:27 | 0:18:29 | |
Er, not COFFEE, no. | 0:18:29 | 0:18:32 | |
Oh, what a charming girl. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:36 | |
Look at you. Chapel hat pegs! | 0:18:36 | 0:18:38 | |
You're more sex-starved than what I am, ain't yer? Oh, dear. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:43 | |
How long do we have to sit here? | 0:18:43 | 0:18:46 | |
What IS the matter with you, Fletcher? You're very ill at ease. | 0:18:46 | 0:18:51 | |
Now, enjoy yourself. Have another biscuit. | 0:18:51 | 0:18:54 | |
It's your attitude. All this bonhommie just 'cos it's Christmas. | 0:18:54 | 0:18:59 | |
Mr Mackay'll be tucking us up at night soon! | 0:18:59 | 0:19:03 | |
Now, Fletcher, Mr Mackay is no different from anyone else. | 0:19:03 | 0:19:08 | |
Outside, you'll find he's quite amiable. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:12 | |
Amiable?! On Tuesday, he patted a dog. | 0:19:12 | 0:19:15 | |
It was the Governor's boxer. | 0:19:18 | 0:19:20 | |
Oh, yeah? What happened? It bit him. | 0:19:20 | 0:19:23 | |
Oh, dear. He had to have a rabies injection. | 0:19:23 | 0:19:28 | |
The dog, you mean! It's not funny, Fletcher. | 0:19:28 | 0:19:32 | |
I'm like the Governor's dog - conditioned to mistrust in an atmosphere of mutual contempt. | 0:19:32 | 0:19:39 | |
I shall relax when... | 0:19:39 | 0:19:42 | |
(..when I'm locked up and you're insulting me again.) | 0:19:42 | 0:19:46 | |
You're spoiling my day out. Oh, forgive me. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:50 | |
I get fed up, just like you do. This has been a break for me. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:55 | |
What would you normally be doing? I was off duty. I volunteered today. | 0:19:55 | 0:20:00 | |
What?! You could have been with your lady wife. | 0:20:00 | 0:20:05 | |
Yes...that's why I volunteered. Oh! | 0:20:05 | 0:20:08 | |
Let me help you, miss. | 0:20:08 | 0:20:11 | |
I brought one extra, in case. Oh... | 0:20:11 | 0:20:15 | |
Please excuse our friend. He's a bit morose today. | 0:20:15 | 0:20:20 | |
Can I say something to him? Oh, by all means, my dear. | 0:20:20 | 0:20:25 | |
Fletcher, the young lady wishes to address you. Oh, yeah? | 0:20:25 | 0:20:30 | |
We know who you are and know this must be a sad time for you. | 0:20:30 | 0:20:35 | |
So, the radiologists and I want to give you something. | 0:20:35 | 0:20:40 | |
Not much, but it's the thought that counts. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:44 | |
It's a very nice thought, isn't it, Fletcher? | 0:20:44 | 0:20:47 | |
Yes...it is. Very nice, indeed. | 0:20:47 | 0:20:50 | |
I can't say I'm not...touched. | 0:20:50 | 0:20:53 | |
In fact, I'm...er... | 0:20:53 | 0:20:56 | |
..I'm deeply moved. Thank you. Can I open it now? | 0:20:56 | 0:21:00 | |
No! Not before Christmas Day! | 0:21:00 | 0:21:03 | |
Oh! Oh, yeah, I see! | 0:21:05 | 0:21:07 | |
Oh, no, oh, no. Spoil the surprise, wouldn't it? Oh, yeah. | 0:21:07 | 0:21:13 | |
Oh, yeah. Oh, Christ...yeah... | 0:21:13 | 0:21:16 | |
Well done, my son. | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
It gave me palpitations, Grouty. Right under Barrowclough's nose! | 0:21:26 | 0:21:31 | |
He was put off by the day out, her legs and two Johnnie Walkers! | 0:21:31 | 0:21:37 | |
Smart bird, Sandra. Yeah. | 0:21:37 | 0:21:40 | |
Does she work there? Nah. All it took was some nerve and a white coat. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:46 | |
Oh, I see. MY nerve nearly went. | 0:21:46 | 0:21:49 | |
Oh, not you, Fletch. You're a dab hand. | 0:21:49 | 0:21:53 | |
I'm sorry your knee got a clean bill of health. Eh? | 0:21:53 | 0:21:57 | |
Perhaps I could do you a favour. | 0:21:57 | 0:22:00 | |
..How do you mean, Harry? A couple of my lads could have a go at it. | 0:22:00 | 0:22:06 | |
Damage it beyond dispute. | 0:22:06 | 0:22:08 | |
Oh, no, no. I think I'll pass that one up, if you don't mind, Grouty. | 0:22:08 | 0:22:13 | |
Please yourself. Just thought I'd mention it. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:17 | |
Because I would like a bit more help. Oh, Harry, haven't I done my bit? | 0:22:17 | 0:22:23 | |
You see, it's the tunnel. Oh, no. Look, the lad gets claustrophobia, and look at me - a ferret I ain't! | 0:22:23 | 0:22:30 | |
It's nothing physical. I just want you in the choir. | 0:22:30 | 0:22:35 | |
Oh, yeah. | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
They've come up against a noisy bit. We need as much fortissimo as possible. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:43 | |
Oh, I enjoy a good sing. | 0:22:43 | 0:22:46 | |
We sang a lot at Maidstone jail, working on the farm. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:50 | |
Hymns, mostly. One of our favourites was "We Plough the Fields and Scatter"! | 0:22:50 | 0:22:58 | |
Lots of 'em DID, too! | 0:22:58 | 0:23:00 | |
Right, is that it, then? NOT quite. Just one tiny thing. | 0:23:00 | 0:23:05 | |
What now, Grouty? It's essential to the success of our venture. Well? | 0:23:05 | 0:23:12 | |
A bicycle. | 0:23:12 | 0:23:14 | |
Oh, certainly(!) What colour? | 0:23:14 | 0:23:17 | |
REPLY TAPPING | 0:23:29 | 0:23:31 | |
# The first Noel, The angel did say, | 0:23:31 | 0:23:38 | |
# Was to certain poor shepherds In fields as they lay, | 0:23:38 | 0:23:44 | |
# In fields they lay there Keeping their sheep, | 0:23:44 | 0:23:50 | |
# On a cold winter's night that was so deep. | 0:23:50 | 0:23:56 | |
# Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel... # | 0:23:56 | 0:24:02 | |
What's this, Mr Barrowclough? I want to ask you three something serious. | 0:24:05 | 0:24:10 | |
Why us three? Because you were in the yard when I arrived for work. | 0:24:10 | 0:24:15 | |
You engaged me in a silly discussion about the '62 Cup Final. So, I want to ask you this. | 0:24:15 | 0:24:23 | |
Where is my bike? | 0:24:23 | 0:24:25 | |
What bike is this, Mr Barrowclough? | 0:24:30 | 0:24:33 | |
The one I cycle on. You have a bike? | 0:24:33 | 0:24:36 | |
Yes, the doctor advised me to take more exercise. | 0:24:36 | 0:24:41 | |
- I had a bike once. - So did I! | 0:24:41 | 0:24:44 | |
I want to know what's become of it. | 0:24:44 | 0:24:46 | |
So, you're saying that prior to our chat, you were the owner of a bike? | 0:24:46 | 0:24:51 | |
And now you're the former owner of a bike? That's what I'm saying. | 0:24:51 | 0:24:56 | |
So, you're saying that you came to work as a cyclist and will leave as a pedestrian? | 0:24:56 | 0:25:03 | |
Yes. | 0:25:03 | 0:25:05 | |
Yes, yes! | 0:25:05 | 0:25:07 | |
You're linking our discussion with the theft of your alleged bicycle? | 0:25:07 | 0:25:12 | |
It's NOT alleged. When did you last see your bike? When I got off it! | 0:25:12 | 0:25:19 | |
Are you sure you had it on you? | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
Why would I wear these? To stop things falling out of your trousers! | 0:25:21 | 0:25:27 | |
If we were talking, how could we palm your bike? Diverting tactics. | 0:25:27 | 0:25:33 | |
This sounds dodgy to me. Dodgy? | 0:25:33 | 0:25:36 | |
It's got all the classic elements of an insurance swindle, this has. How dare you?! | 0:25:36 | 0:25:43 | |
You said we were bicycle thieves. | 0:25:43 | 0:25:45 | |
I saw that film - an early example of Italian neo-realism. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:50 | |
You're as impossible as ever. | 0:25:50 | 0:25:52 | |
I thought that at this time of year you might have... | 0:25:52 | 0:25:57 | |
It's just my naive, trusting nature. Serves me right. | 0:25:57 | 0:26:01 | |
Come on, Warren. Where to? | 0:26:01 | 0:26:04 | |
To your cell, for a thorough search. | 0:26:04 | 0:26:07 | |
If I find anything resembling a pump in your trousers, you're for it! | 0:26:07 | 0:26:12 | |
Pull yourself together, Mr Barrowclough. It's your fault. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:18 | |
Never turn your back on them! I feel you encourage trust by showing trust. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:25 | |
They're criminals! They're also human beings. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:28 | |
Right, but CRIMINAL human beings. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:31 | |
They take advantage of you. You lack discipline, you're gullible. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:36 | |
I sometimes try to trust them. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
Whenever a prisoner makes a request, a warder must ask himself, "What is he up to?" | 0:26:39 | 0:26:46 | |
Treat even the simplest request with suspicion. | 0:26:46 | 0:26:50 | |
A prisoner ties his shoelace. Question: what is he hiding in his sock? | 0:26:50 | 0:26:57 | |
I know that. But they can't hide a bicycle in a sock! | 0:26:57 | 0:27:01 | |
Come on, man. Did we ever find any trace of our billiard table? | 0:27:01 | 0:27:06 | |
We found the red ball. | 0:27:09 | 0:27:11 | |
They'll have dismantled your bike in an instant. | 0:27:11 | 0:27:15 | |
If it's anything like the billiard table, you'll get your rear light back! It just seems so pointless. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:24 | |
Oh, no. There's always a point. | 0:27:24 | 0:27:26 | |
My antennae tell me something's afoot. | 0:27:26 | 0:27:30 | |
Think, man. Have they asked you any seemingly innocent favour? | 0:27:30 | 0:27:35 | |
No, no. Oh, they did ask one thing, but... | 0:27:35 | 0:27:39 | |
What was it? They asked me to help at the carol service. | 0:27:39 | 0:27:43 | |
And you trusted them?! Once you turn your back on them, you're finished. | 0:27:43 | 0:27:48 | |
But I WON'T - I'm conducting. | 0:27:48 | 0:27:51 | |
I think I'll conduct a little enquiry. Who's running this club? | 0:27:54 | 0:28:00 | |
# ..last looked out, On the feast of Stephen. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:05 | |
# When the snow lay round about, Deep and crisp and even, | 0:28:05 | 0:28:12 | |
# Brightly shone the moon that... # | 0:28:12 | 0:28:15 | |
Silence! | 0:28:15 | 0:28:18 | |
# When a Scotsman came in sight... # That'll do, Fletcher! | 0:28:18 | 0:28:25 | |
Stay still! Don't breathe. | 0:28:28 | 0:28:31 | |
Not anyone! | 0:28:31 | 0:28:33 | |
DISTANT TAPPING | 0:28:33 | 0:28:37 | |
What is that noise? | 0:28:37 | 0:28:40 | |
Central heating, sir. | 0:28:40 | 0:28:43 | |
REPLY TAPPING | 0:28:51 | 0:28:55 | |
I didn't know you was a plumber, Mr Mackay. | 0:28:56 | 0:29:00 | |
I think you've fixed it. | 0:29:00 | 0:29:02 | |
All right... | 0:29:03 | 0:29:05 | |
Back to your cells, the lot of you! | 0:29:05 | 0:29:09 | |
We need more rehearsal. There won't be any more! | 0:29:09 | 0:29:13 | |
It's Christmas, innit? You have forfeited the right to Christmas. | 0:29:13 | 0:29:18 | |
How? Through a series of events culminating in the disappearance of Mr Barrowclough's bicycle. | 0:29:18 | 0:29:26 | |
Now, I can't prove anything, | 0:29:27 | 0:29:30 | |
but that technicality will not affect my judgment in the least. | 0:29:30 | 0:29:35 | |
Stand still, Fletcher. | 0:29:35 | 0:29:38 | |
You've been put here to keep crime off the streets, and I'm not having you bringing it into my prison. | 0:29:38 | 0:29:45 | |
Remember that we have a solitary confinement area, with which... you will become only too familiar, | 0:29:47 | 0:29:56 | |
if you continue to practise the contemptible habits that landed you here in the first place. Clear?! | 0:29:56 | 0:30:04 | |
All right, the lot of you! Back to your cells! Move! | 0:30:04 | 0:30:08 | |
DISGRUNTLED MUTTERING | 0:30:08 | 0:30:12 | |
You've just stifled what could have been the start of a religious revival in here. | 0:30:19 | 0:30:26 | |
In spite of everything, sir, a very merry Christmas. | 0:30:26 | 0:30:30 | |
Oh, and a merry Christmas to Mrs Barrowclough, too. | 0:30:30 | 0:30:34 | |
Oh, come on, move it along... | 0:30:35 | 0:30:38 | |
..er...Lukewarm. | 0:30:38 | 0:30:41 | |
Oh, yes. That's the only attitude they respect. | 0:30:41 | 0:30:45 | |
The only attitude that'll wipe out this wave of insubordination. | 0:30:45 | 0:30:50 | |
I suppose you're right. Oh! Could you countersign my report? | 0:30:50 | 0:30:56 | |
Very well. | 0:30:56 | 0:30:58 | |
I seem to have mislaid my pen. | 0:31:02 | 0:31:05 | |
Where's my wallet? | 0:31:06 | 0:31:09 | |
Mr Barrowclough...I've been mugged! | 0:31:12 | 0:31:15 | |
That's impossible, sir. We've only been here a minute. We came in at... | 0:31:15 | 0:31:21 | |
Where's my watch? | 0:31:24 | 0:31:26 | |
It's on the noticeboard. It's official. | 0:31:30 | 0:31:33 | |
What is? Christmas is cancelled. | 0:31:33 | 0:31:37 | |
It says, "There will be no Christmas Eve, Christmas Day or Boxing Day. | 0:31:37 | 0:31:43 | |
"Just 24th, 25th, 26th December." | 0:31:43 | 0:31:45 | |
No point in these, then. I TOLD you. | 0:31:45 | 0:31:48 | |
About disturbing the equilibrium? It's been turned upside down. Innit marvellous, eh? | 0:31:48 | 0:31:56 | |
You go right through the year, keeping your nose clean. | 0:31:56 | 0:32:00 | |
Then suddenly, sheer intimidation drops us right in the Yuletide clarts! | 0:32:00 | 0:32:07 | |
And as for Lukewarm's robbery... | 0:32:07 | 0:32:09 | |
Grouty told him to. They needed Mackay's wallet for the getaway car. | 0:32:09 | 0:32:15 | |
They didn't need Barrowclough's Timex, though! | 0:32:15 | 0:32:19 | |
Force of flamin' habit, that was. | 0:32:19 | 0:32:22 | |
Grouty's really messed this up. | 0:32:22 | 0:32:25 | |
He's badly organised it, he's badly timed it, he's... Hello, Harry! | 0:32:25 | 0:32:30 | |
I was just saying what a pity your brilliant strategy came to naught. | 0:32:30 | 0:32:35 | |
Well, you know... Best laid plans... | 0:32:35 | 0:32:38 | |
Should I go to the pictures? | 0:32:38 | 0:32:41 | |
No, son, sit down. No secrets now. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:44 | |
It's a bad business. | 0:32:46 | 0:32:49 | |
My friends will bear malice. They wouldn't be that heartless. | 0:32:49 | 0:32:54 | |
Why not? I would. | 0:32:54 | 0:32:56 | |
Excuse me, Mr Grouty. Couldn't you reactivate the tunnel later? Nah. | 0:32:56 | 0:33:01 | |
He was off course, anyway! | 0:33:01 | 0:33:04 | |
That Slocombe's an idiot. He nearly came up in the laundry last week. | 0:33:04 | 0:33:10 | |
So, is this tunnel now defunct? | 0:33:10 | 0:33:13 | |
Yes, except for the contraband store. I've just had an idea. Oh, yeah? | 0:33:13 | 0:33:19 | |
If the screws were to find that tunnel, it would do two things. | 0:33:19 | 0:33:24 | |
It'd restore equilibrium 'cos they'd be so pleased with themselves, | 0:33:24 | 0:33:29 | |
AND it'd look like the escape route. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:32 | |
Yeah, but it WAS. | 0:33:32 | 0:33:34 | |
Not now. It's a red herring, see? | 0:33:34 | 0:33:38 | |
While they're still congratulating themselves, you can get Tommy away in a dustcart or something. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:45 | |
'Ere, you HAVE had a thought, Fletch. | 0:33:45 | 0:33:49 | |
It'll save yer face, Grouty. That it would. | 0:33:49 | 0:33:53 | |
A perfect plan. You're not wrong, son. Tip the Governor off, then. | 0:33:53 | 0:33:58 | |
No. I think MACKAY should find it. | 0:33:58 | 0:34:01 | |
Give me the plan of the tunnel, and I might arrange that he drops right in it! | 0:34:01 | 0:34:08 | |
Ah, Fletcher. | 0:34:09 | 0:34:11 | |
I'm told you want a word with me. | 0:34:16 | 0:34:18 | |
Yes, just a seemingly innocent stroll away from prying ears. Know what I mean? Ah, yes. | 0:34:18 | 0:34:27 | |
I know you see me as an adversary, Mr Mackay, but we're old hands at this game, eh? | 0:34:29 | 0:34:36 | |
There's you and there's us, and we don't push each other too far. True. | 0:34:36 | 0:34:41 | |
We maintain a tolerable rhythm, seasoning our mutual contempt with mutual respect. | 0:34:41 | 0:34:48 | |
What are you getting at, Fletcher? Can we get away from these eavesdroppers? | 0:34:48 | 0:34:55 | |
You were saying? | 0:35:01 | 0:35:03 | |
I was about to say... | 0:35:04 | 0:35:07 | |
..I hate to see your authority undermined. | 0:35:07 | 0:35:11 | |
And? | 0:35:11 | 0:35:12 | |
Oh, I just wanted to articulate those views. Can we move on a bit? | 0:35:12 | 0:35:18 | |
If there's any point. | 0:35:18 | 0:35:20 | |
I think it would be a step in the right direction. | 0:35:20 | 0:35:24 | |
I wish you would be more specific, Fletcher. | 0:35:27 | 0:35:30 | |
I think I've gone far enough. | 0:35:30 | 0:35:33 | |
HE CONTINUES STAMPING | 0:35:39 | 0:35:44 | |
It's a bit parky, innit? | 0:35:44 | 0:35:47 | |
Look, I haven't come out here to discuss the weather! Nor have I. | 0:35:47 | 0:35:51 | |
This is pointless. Hang on. You might learn something to your advantage. | 0:35:51 | 0:35:57 | |
You're trying to distract me. I'm not falling for it. | 0:35:57 | 0:36:02 | |
No, you're not, are you(!) | 0:36:04 | 0:36:07 | |
Mr Mackay, I'm trying to explain my position. Argh! | 0:36:08 | 0:36:12 | |
Morning, Fletch. Morning, my son. | 0:36:34 | 0:36:36 | |
Christmas is reinstated. Yes, I'm eating it! | 0:36:36 | 0:36:40 | |
Merry Christmas. | 0:36:40 | 0:36:42 | |
Oh! | 0:36:42 | 0:36:44 | |
Cuban cigars? They're from Grouty. Where did he get them? | 0:36:44 | 0:36:49 | |
I dunno. Where did B-Block get their goose? | 0:36:49 | 0:36:53 | |
That's from me. A bit mundane after cigars, but I knitted them myself. | 0:36:53 | 0:36:58 | |
Ah...did yer? Ain't that nice? They're lovely. | 0:36:58 | 0:37:02 | |
I'll wear that one when the bandage is off. | 0:37:02 | 0:37:06 | |
They're mittens! Eh? | 0:37:06 | 0:37:09 | |
Oh, yeah. Look at that. | 0:37:14 | 0:37:16 | |
Grouty apologises for being 18 inches out in his directions. He blames it on Slocombe. | 0:37:19 | 0:37:26 | |
He should have knitted them for you! | 0:37:26 | 0:37:29 | |
Well, it all worked out, didn't it? Yeah, you're in hospital. | 0:37:29 | 0:37:33 | |
The screws are chuffed about the tunnel. | 0:37:33 | 0:37:37 | |
Compliments of the season, Fletcher. See? | 0:37:37 | 0:37:41 | |
Pardon? Nothing. Cut along, Godber. You'll miss your Christmas lunch. | 0:37:41 | 0:37:46 | |
See you later, Fletch. Yes, my son. | 0:37:46 | 0:37:49 | |
I'll get you a Get-Well-Slowly card! | 0:37:49 | 0:37:52 | |
Well, Mr Mackay, you look flushed. | 0:37:58 | 0:38:00 | |
Been to the Governor's sherry party. Everyone's jolly, except the doctor - he's lost his cake! | 0:38:00 | 0:38:07 | |
Look! What? A present from the Governor. Pipe tobacco, I imagine. | 0:38:09 | 0:38:15 | |
Oh, yeah... | 0:38:15 | 0:38:17 | |
I should open it when you get home. | 0:38:17 | 0:38:20 | |
I will. I look forward to that(!) | 0:38:20 | 0:38:23 | |
Fletcher, I just want to say that I appreciate what you did in the yard. | 0:38:24 | 0:38:29 | |
Oh? Oh, yes. Just between you and me, Fletcher. | 0:38:29 | 0:38:34 | |
I don't understand. Of course not. But, as you say, we're old hands. | 0:38:34 | 0:38:39 | |
There IS one question I'd like to ask. | 0:38:39 | 0:38:43 | |
Where's the soil that was excavated? | 0:38:50 | 0:38:53 | |
Ah, now, however you see our relationship, do not presume I'm an informer. | 0:38:53 | 0:39:00 | |
It's still them and us, and I'm on the US side. | 0:39:00 | 0:39:04 | |
A harmless question, for future reference. | 0:39:04 | 0:39:08 | |
I just want to know how they disposed of the soil. I can't help. | 0:39:08 | 0:39:13 | |
Scotland's finest. | 0:39:20 | 0:39:22 | |
With a couple of nips gone, I see. | 0:39:22 | 0:39:25 | |
It's still a treat. Bribes, is it? | 0:39:25 | 0:39:28 | |
Christmas present. | 0:39:28 | 0:39:30 | |
Come along, just between you and me. | 0:39:34 | 0:39:37 | |
Is the door shut? Oh, yes. And there's nobody outside. | 0:39:39 | 0:39:43 | |
Christmas present? Christmas present. | 0:39:43 | 0:39:47 | |
You wanna know where the soil is? Quite simply. | 0:39:48 | 0:39:52 | |
I'll tell you. Yes? | 0:39:52 | 0:39:55 | |
They dug another tunnel and put the earth down there. | 0:39:55 | 0:40:00 | |
Merry Christmas(!) | 0:40:41 | 0:40:43 | |
Tonight, our subject is the entire universe, | 0:40:55 | 0:40:58 | |
which we'll be covering in one hour. | 0:40:58 | 0:41:00 | |
As a musical. | 0:41:02 | 0:41:03 |