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(Ramos) Know thine enemy

(Ramos) The kill will be in Britain
the day after tomorrow.

Cowley will be in a
top-security area.

And therefore at his most relaxed.

The rabbit in his warren.

The badger in his set.

The best time to strike.

For you or for them?

Sometimes l think you like to make things difficult for
yourself, otherwise you... you lose the stimulation, hm?

l am the best.

The very best.

And so, by all accounts... is he.

When you kill him you
have to take care.

(Ramos) That is why l
don't intend to run.

A safe place to hide...

a place... of many comforts.

A private plane at my disposal.

(Ramos) Mitchell.

(Ramos) One of the ten
wealthiest men in the world.

l know of him, of course.

You know him? You can trust him?

(Ramos) No...

but he has a daughter

(GARAGE DOOR SLAMS)

(Mandy) Who's there?!

(SCREAMlNG)

(SCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

(Ramos) Please, Mr Mitchell.

(Ramos) lf you value your daughter's life.

Who am l? What do l want? Banal
questions, but l will answer them.

l am the man who holds your
daughter's life in his hands.

(Ramos) And what do l want?

Co-operation.

(Bodie) How did you get on?

(Doyle) Ha, lost again.

(Bodie) He's not as good as all that.

(Doyle) Hey!

(Doyle) That the new girl?

(Bodie) Yeah.

(Bodie) l found out about her.

She's good and bad news.

Yeah. The good news
is she likes men.

l don't care about the bad news.

Women's libber.

Equality. Hm! The way to her
heart and all places south...

Yeah?

... is to let her beat you.

You're putting me on.

No.

Right, now... remember you've
got to let her beat you, right?

Yeah.

She subdues you now...
and back at her place...

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

We're due back at HQ, you know.

The Cow can wait a few minutes.

Yeah, the Cow can wait.

Get in there, boy, get in there.

(Doyle) Hallo!

Fancy a work-up

Out-
-Out

Kiai!

You doing anything on Saturday?

Sorry.

Still in the mood, babe?

Kiai!

l've got a weekend planned on the coast.
Pick you up about ten-thirty on Saturday morning.

Okay?

Love to.

Sorry about that.

But l couldn't possibly go out
with someone l feel superior to.

(LAUGHS) l made a mistake,
Ray. Sorry... !

Oh, is that what it was?
Feel superior to me?

On the mat... put them up.

No, Cowley'll be waiting.

Well, let him! Put them up!

Freddy!

Could've gone back where he started-
- Hello Freddy

You get time off, don't you?

'Course he gets time off, he's
doing a proper job. Working.

Oh. ls that right, Freddy?

He wants to see you in his office...
ten minutes ago.

Ah! He only told
you to say that.

(Doyle) Oh, you never know, it might
be something important, for once.

The lnternational Anti-Terrorist
Conference starts tomorrow.

Yes, sir. We know.

He thought it was going
to be Brighton.

What?

Ha... he had a dirty
weekend lined up.

Mix business with pleasure, Bodie.

Well, you said stand-by.

(Cowley) Oh, that was yesterday.

And today?

A job for you. Specific.

Yeah?

Nursemaids.

Oh no...

Who?

A certain former US Secretary of State.

Harbinger?

ln person. Dr Ernest Harbinger.

(Doyle) l didn't know he was coming.

Good.

Well, what about his
own secret service man?

This is our show. While he's inside
our barbed wire, he's our baby.

(ALARM SOUNDS)

(Solider) North-East sector!

(Solider 2 ) Probably a damn bird again.

(Solider 1 ) Just the same...
we'd better check it.

This is the middle of the North-East sector.

Right, l'll take that side.

Make sure you check every inch.

(Doyle) Which way's the River Kwai,
eh, Colonel?

The River Kwai... hmm.

This here fort was built to keep
the Redskins at bay, son.

(Bodie) Yep. Reckon anybody'd have a hard
time taking this here stockade, General.

Great field of fire.

Yeah.

But damn-all protection.

lt's not the point, is it? Nobody's
going to storm the pla-

(BODlE lNTERRUPTS WlTH TOMMY GUN SOUND)

What?

Movement.

(Doyle) Where?

No.

Ner-vy?

Must be.

(Solider) Frank.

(Solider) Frank!

You can keep anything off except vermin.

Tell them it's a false alarm.

(Cowley) This is what tripped the wire?

(Doyle) Seems likely.

Yes, except l take nothing for granted.

lf it tripped the wire it would've
been electrocuted, but it wasn't...

it died of a broken neck.

(Doyle) So somebody put it there.

To make us think -
- Exactly

Exactly. l hate rats,
l can't bear them...

but this one did me a favour. As a direct result, the
ministry have installed their latest sensor equipment.

Now nothing can get in...

not even a rat... undetected.

One of the problems, Mr Cowley, is that
you people in the West are too damn soft.

Oh, l don't make the rules,
Sheikh, l just carry them out.

Nevertheless, you must
have views of your own.

Sure. l'd like to be able to shoot
every terrorist in sight. But, er...

And you, Dr Harbinger?

Would you have them shot, these hyenas?

Sheikh Achmeia, that is a...
very loaded question.

And you know it is.

Always the clever diplomat, eh, Doctor?

We're not round a conference table now.

Everything we say is off the record.
Right, Mr Cowley?

Well, you see, l learned the hard way that the one sure
way to get yourself quoted is to talk off the record.

(LAUGHS)

Well, l'll tell you, gentlemen,

if your governments won't
take a firm line on terrorism

you should ship all your suspected
terrorists to us in Murani.

We know how to deal with them...

and we don't have an
electorate to please.

Well, l'll remember your kind
offer when l get back home.

There are quite a few people
l'd be delighted to send to you.

No problems?

Except my stomach.

Ah, they'll be going into dinner soon.

Great menu.

Yeah.

Hey, maybe we should taste all
Harbinger's food before he eats it.

Ah, if you're that hungry, why don't
you take a break now?

l'll stay here, take mine later.

You sure?

Sure.

lt's over there.

What is?

A NAAFl canteen.

NAAFl canteen...

This is Mitchell's house.

Gates kept shut?-
-Yes.

Electrically operated from the house.

How d'you get them to open up?

Remote control, there's a
phone and TV camera.

You installed that?

Yes, everything. All the alarms.
The whole system. l told you.

(LAUGHS)

You put it in, so
l can take it out.

Now look, drive on, please!

Don't panic, squire. We're going to
be rich, you and me. Rich.

But not as rich as him.
Nor any of that lot.

Never mind, son. We've all
got to start somewhere.

(LAUGHS)

Now, you will be
good while l'm away?

We mustn't keep her hungry, must we?

(WHlMPERlNG)

Eat!

Good morning, Doctor.-
-Morning.

Going somewhere?

Oh, my daily jogging. ln my
position it's important to stay fit.

ln mine, it's important to stay alive.

Ah, the same thing.

Er... not in a suit that colour.

Oh?

Too conspicuous. Makes
you an easy target.

Well, l'll just have to keep moving.

Yes, but not alone.

Ah, you join me?

Oh, oh, l'd love to, but...

Ah! Too bad.

Never mind, l can always delegate.

Snap.

At least it reduces the odds.

Now it's only one in three.

Mr Cowley, you're gonna go far.

Okay, lads?

Good morning, Mr Cowley.

Oh, good morning, Sheikh Achmeia.

Has the mail arrived?

Oh, not yet, sir. lt'll still be
on its way from London.

Hm. l'm expecting urgent documents.

So are we all.

Have some coffee while you're waiting... er...

Waiter... another coffee here.

How much further?

Oh, not far.

Relax.

lt's all right for you. l'm responsible
for all that mail back there.

(LAUGHS)

Well, that's what you get for having
a cushy job at the Ministry, innit?

Better than being down
here with your lot.

Ah, that's not soldiering...
l mean, clerks are-

hello!

What's that, then?

'Ere, watch it. Could be an ambush.

He could be dying.

Yeah, well, l'll wait here.

(COCKS RlFLE)
Right.

Looks like a heart attack.

He's in a bad way.

Pulse - feel his pulse.

l can't find it.

Here, l think he's
really going to croak.

Bring the first-aid kit.

Look at his colour...
his pulse is all over the place.

(SUPRESSED GUNSHOT)
(GROANlNG)

Mr Cowley, you did promise that the mail
truck would be here on time every morning.

The Guard Room.

Oh, Guard Room, the
mail truck from London

oh, thank you.

lt's just coming up to the gate now.

Remember, one glance out of place
and l blow your guts clean out. Right?

You're late, Dixie.

Yeah, sorry, Sergeant - er... traffic.

My fault, Sergeant - the mail took
longer to sort than l expected.

Clerks!

What's your name, Corporal?

Corporal Marshall, Sergeant, Ministry of Defence.

Who asked you, Dixie?

All right, on your way. And get a move
on, they're screaming for this lot!

Down! Get down!

(GUNSHOTS)

The tower! Hit the tower!

(GUNSHOTS)

(BODlE AND DOYLE SHOUTlNG)
Grenade!

Come on!

l'll be alright.

But the conference must continue.

l'm sorry.

Sorry? Hey, you just saved my life!

l shouldn't have had to.

Well?

Gone.

Damage?

Two guards gassed. They'll be okay.
We've got one corporal from the MoD dead.

Shot in the back.-
-The driver?

Oh, he's got a headache.

And, er... shock. He's still throwing up.

He'll do more than
that when l get to him.

He gave us a description.-
-Yes?

You're not going to like it...

Ramos.

ln this country?

lt fits. This guy's got class.

Yeah. He's good.

What the hell are lntelligence doing? We should
have known! We should have been warned!

Yeah.

Find him.

Yeah.

lt's down to you. The pair of you.
Find him before he tries again.

Next time we might not be so lucky,
l might not be around.

And bring him back in one piece!

l want to know who sent him...
who's paying him!

(Sammy) You're sure this
is the right spot?

(Walton) Of course l'm sure. That big
tree kept dropping its branches

(Walton) and breaking the electronic
beam so we had to leave a gap.

For pity's sake, you promised.

Soon as the job was over.

The job is not over.

l failed.

Do you understand that?
Ramos has failed.

But my daughter?

My target is still alive.

(Mitchell) Then he's alerted.

Why don't you cut your losses?

Ramos does not admit to losses.

l have nothing but my reputation...

for a hundred percent success.

A hundred percent!

This is an excellent cognac.

(Sammy) Which way in?

(Walton) First-floor window. There.

(Sammy) Right. Come on.

Come on!

(Mitchell) What is it?

l thought l saw somebody.

l doubt it...

with my security system.

You said Mitchell was away!-
-l know.

(Sammy) Let's get out of here.
Come back another time.

(Walton) Come back! Careful! lt's as
dangerous getting out as it is getting in.

(Sammy) What's that?

(Walton) Oh, my God,
it's a police alarm!

(Sammy) What?

(Walton) They must have
installed their own system!

(Sammy) What happens?!

(Walton) lt sounds direct to the police station.
We probably tripped it on the way in.

Oh, my God!-
-Well, run!

Not the Yard, not the Special Branch,
not the Police Anti-Terrorist Squad, Cl5.

Do you understand?

Listen! l want full co-operation,

and l mean full, do you understand? Now, you
tell every station in the country l want him found.

Ramos!

Commanders!

Enjoy that, Constable?

Yeah.

What about you?

Nothing. Nobody.
Not even a whisper.

How good is this bastard?

(Sammy) Ah, come on, move!

(Sammy) Jump.

(WALTON GROANS)

(POLlCE CAR SlREN)

Open the cage... here we go again.

(WALTON GROANS)

You are Samuel Arthur Martin of 47B,
lnkerman Street...

Look, l'll do a deal with you.

... Churchtown.

Well, what sort of
deal can you do?

Oh, erm...

he's deaf, and blind. Come on.
What sort of deal?

Make you famous.

Oh, l'm sure,

Samuel Arthur Martin-
-You want him!

Ramos?

l can tell you where he is.

lf you'll forget about tonight.

Put him down.

What d'you mean, "put him down", eh?

Lock the door.

Gratitude.

About time.

Can l go now?-
-No.

Oh.

You've got visitors.

Visitors?

For me?

Yeah... and the best of luck.

This is your territory, Constable.

Was. Well?

Where is he?

Who?-
-Ramos. Where is he?

Look, l said l'd do a deal...

We haven't got much time.
You've got five seconds, son.

You've got five seconds to answer the question...
starting now.

What about?-
-Three...

He's at Mitchell's place.

Mitchell, who?-
-Willard Mitchell.

The oil millionaire?-
-Yes.

How do you know?

l saw him tonight.

What were you doing at Mitchell's house?

Trying to knock it off!

That figures.

How d'you know it was Ramos?

l've seen his pictures.-
-Where was he?

ln the house with Mitchell.

Anybody else see him?

No, no, me mate was
in the bushes, hiding.

What was he wearing... Ramos?

Er... a black sweater, black trousers.

Anything else?-
-No.

Oh yes, he had something round his neck...
er... a medal, like. Gold.

Can l go now?-
-No!

Your city rig, Mr Mitchell.

You do cut a conventional figure.

You're going to take
a drive into town.

We've got him pinned down.

Local ClD are providing extra surveillance.

And what about Mitchell?

Looking after him.

Willingly?

Our little thief says they're easy together.

Mitchell and Ramos?

Yeah.

Mitchell's one of the world's richest men,
why should he shelter a character like Ramos?

Who else could afford him?

Ah, shades of "Dallas".

The conference has still
got thirty-six hours to run.

Bring him in.

What, both of them?

Ramos will do for starters.

Oh, l'm glad about that.

And quietly, eh?

Well?

Mitchell left... about forty-five minutes ago.

Alone?

As far as l could tell.

Which way did he go?

That way. Towards London.

Have we got a man on him?

No, l got the local police to tail him.

Dodgy...

Short notice.-
-Yeah.

And you? What did Father say?

Bring Ramos out...

alive and well.

Great! How?

Didn't say actually.

(TOGETHER)
Hmm...

Well...

far as l can tell, Ramos
is in there on his own.

Apart from his guns.

Yes. So how do we, erm... ?

(Det. Sergeant) Ah!

(Bodie) Yeah

Er...

they've lost him.

Mitchell?

Yeah.-
-Wonderful.

How?

l don't know. London traffic.

The house. You've still
got surveillance there?

Yeah. No problem.

Right, call them off.

What?!

Call your boys off like it
never happened, right?

But... l don't understand!

Do you think there'll be some shooting?

You'd better hope not, these are all
we've got. He's got a rifle, at least.

Look, l'm not sure
l can help you,

l mean...

You'd better make sure.

And no mistakes.

Can't we wait until
it gets dark, at least?

No.

You set?-
- Set.

Come on. Let's go.

You sure this is the spot?

Cheer up, son. This might be a chance
to be a hero. Right, come on.

Up you go.

(Doyle) Which way?

Er... l think...

Don't think, know!

This way.

Right, come on.

There's a pressure pad... buried.

So?

The branch there.

Come here!

There's a beam here somewhere.

There.

So how did you get past?

Under.

Walton said it was set
for eighteen inches.

Right - down.

Wait. He's there.

How do we get in?

First-floor window. There.
You can climb up that trellis.

l'll take that. l've got a
better head for heights.

l'd better cover you, then.

Right. Give me three minutes inside, then come
round to the front. l'll open the front door for you.

What about me?
You're not going to leave me?

Stay here and keep quiet.

And keep your head down unless
you want to get it blown off.

Bodie.

(GUN BElNG COCKED)

Ramos!

What?

Mitchell.-
-What?

Willard Mitchell.

What is this?

What are you doing in my house?

Well, if you're here, who...

Ramos. lt was Ramos in the car.

l don't know what you're talking about!
Who are you?!

Cl5, Mr Mitchell, we want
you and your house guest.

l don't have a house guest.

You can't come bursting in here like this.
D'you have a warrant?

Listen, we haven't got much time.
Where is he?

Get the hell out of here!

Listen, Mr Mitchell. Look, l don't know
why you want Harbinger dead...

Harbinger?!

... but it's our job to keep him alive.

We need this information and
we're not fussy how we get it.

Afterwards you can scream all you like.

You may be one of the world's richest men,
but that won't help you here.

Now, where is he?

l don't know what you mean.

You're in a lot of trouble, Mr Mitchell.

lf Ramos kills Harbinger, you'll be charged
with murder, too. lf you hire a killer...

No! l did not.

We know he was here.

He was seen...with you.

Now listen, we're going to take you out of here
and we're going to lock you up, anyway...

Oh, no! For God's sake, no.

l... l have to stay here.

Why?

He's got Mandy.

My daughter, Mandy.

He's kidnapped her, he's holding her hostage.

lf anything happens to him, she'll die.
No-one else knows where she is.

l have to stay here...

by the phone.

Sit down, Mr Mitchell.

(MANDY WHlMPERS)

Thanks for your help.

lf you need me again
anytime... don't bother.

(CELL DOOR BElNG LOCKED)

Oh, Mitchell won't be making any charges.
Keep him locked up for a few hours, for his own safety.

Yeah... how long?

Oh, till tonight...
should be okay then.

He's loose. We don't know where.

You don't know?

No. And Mitchell doesn't
know what Ramos is up to.

Except that he's going to finish
the job that he came for.

Get down here.

There's only a few hours before the conference
breaks up and Harbinger leaves for home.

lf Ramos is going to try again,
it's got to be soon.

Yes, sir.

lt's been a most interesting experience,
Mr Cowley, l've learnt a great deal.

But l still say you should follow the example of
Murani and execute all terrorists without hesitation.

Oh, that may be your way,
Sheikh Achmeia...

lt can't be ours. Goodbye.

Well, thanks for everything, Mr Cowley.

We survived, Doctor.

Right. You know, l reckon it was your
quick thinking that scared off Ramos.

Perhaps.

Well, goodbye, Mr Cowley.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Follow him to the airport, see him onto the plane.
And then report to my office.

"Well done, Bodie, aye.
My ace case, Bodie."

(MANDY WHlMPERS)

(WHlSTLE BLOWS)

(Foreman) Ok lads that's it.

Tat-ta. Good night. See you tomorrow, Dave.
Okay. Tat-ta. See you tomorrow.

(BEAMS CREAKlNG)

(Ramos) The badger in his set, hmm?

Where he feels most secure.

(Ramos) l've seen enough. Side entrance.

Well?

Safely on his way-
-No problems.

At least, that's the target gone, anyway.

ls it?

Harbinger.

No.

Not Harbinger? Who?

Me.

(Ramos) Side entrance or not, it will
be manned, patrolled. l know it.

(Cowley) The angle those bullets hit the doorway.
Not just one, the three of them.

(Cowley) Oh, that's a lovely bit
of grouping at that range.

(Cowley) Now, there is no way those shots
could've been aimed at Harbinger down here.

(Cowley) Ramos is too
good for that sort of miss.

And the only person
standing by the door...

There.-
-was me.

(Ramos) Think of something to
give me a moment's diversion.

(Villa) All right.

(Villa) Give me that book.

(TWO SUPRESSED GUNSHOTS)

Right, what do we do?

We take him. Now we know.

How?

Like a tiger, with a sacrificial goat.

You.-
-Right.

A trap... with you as bait. Like it?

Risky.

Yeah, but effective.

Where?

Ramos is good. He'll know
my routine. Everything.

So?

l don't like it.

Oh, l'm not mad about it myself.

Now, if you were Ramos...
put yourselves inside his head.

Where would you be most vulnerable?

Now come on, it's crazy!

Where you'd feel safe...

like he did...

behind the security fences before.
At home.

(Cowley) Right

That's where l'd normally go after finishing
this conference - home to bed.

Stay here, then.

He'll try to get there before you.

Ah, right, Bodie.

So what are we waiting for?

You two go on ahead.

Well, sleep here tonight,
you've done it before.

Here's my spare door keys, if you're fast
enough you'll be there before him.

And you?

Oh, l'll give you half an hour to get set up...
and then l'll follow you as though nothing's happened.

l'll take a shower here to freshen up,
help sharpen the reflexes.

You don't need to come.

Ah, he'll probably wait.
So follow me in.

He's crazy. lt's too risky.

You heard the man,
if you want to catch a tiger...

Or lose a good goat.

Broken down.

Cleaners, more like.

Quicker on foot.-
-Right.

(Doyle) Freddy!

(Doyle) Well, he's supposed to be here,
he's not supposed to go out to tea. Freddy!

(Doyle) Freddy!

(NOlSE OF SHOWER)

Bodie!

He's here!

(ALARM BELL RlNGlNG)

(SUPRESSED GUNSHOTS)

Where were you?

(Doyle) We thought...

Did you sound the alarm?

Yeah.

Thanks.

You might have been caught
with your pants down, else.

Deal with that.

(Bodie) Bring him round.

Right.

(Ramos) A man could drown!
l wouldn't try anything, cop.

Who're you calling a cop?

Not if you want to
find your girl alive.

Okay, so where is she?

Safe...

till about eight o'clock in the morning.

Then?

lf you don't get to her, she dies.

Okay, so talk! Okay, fast!

No, you talk. Fast!

What d'you mean?

There is a plane leaving London Airport,
seven forty-five. First stop Aden.

When l'm safely aboard that plane,
l'll tell you where the girl is.

Otherwise, no deal.

Deal? You're in no position to make deals.
You're going to jail for life, mate.

l don't think so. Right, Mr Cowley?

Listen, you could die in this room.
Nobody knows you're here.

My friends know. lf they
don't see me tomorrow...

Anyway, what good would that do you?
Kill me, you'll never find the girl.

(Ramos) Put me in jail...

you'll never find the girl.

And your friends take steps
to secure your release, eh?

You just can't win.

Do l have a deal?

Sorry to disturb you, sir. Cowley.
We have a slight problem.

(MANDY CRlES)

The combat school can manage without you for
a couple of days.Your fitness is more valuable here.

Ticket. Keep an eye on him, but don't
make contact of any sort. Understood?

And the other...

you know what to do.

On your way, then.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yeah?

Well, where's the girl?

l hope you have a fast car.

They start work at eight

(MANDY WHlMPERS)

Come on, drive the bloody thing!
lt's eight-fifteen already.

(LOUD CRASHlNG AND NOlSE OF MACHlNERY)

(MANDY SCREAMS)

Stop everything! Shut down!

Shut down!

Stop it!

(Builder) Come back! 'Ere!

'Ere, come back!

(MANDY WHlMPERS)

(Bodie) lt's the floor above!

(MANDY SHOUTS)

Take me home, please, take me home.

(Stewardess) l'll go and tell the Captain.

Ramos was right.

No government in its right mind wants
a terrorist like him in one of its jails.

He means nothing but trouble.
Hostages, blackmail, hijacking.

(TELEPHONE RlNGS)

Cowley.

Sheikh Achmeia, this is a surprise.

Yes?

Uh huh, yes!

Oh, thank you for letting me know.

Ha...

Not at all. Goodbye.

Ramos's plane had to divert to
Murani before it got to Aden.

An emergency.

Ramos?

Tried to leave the plane...

was shot and killed by one of
Sheikh Achmeia's security guards.

Oh... how sad!

Why did the plane have to divert?

One of the other passengers
apparently had a heart attack.

ls it, erm...

anybody we know?

Suzie.

You're looking great, babe.

Hi ya, kid.

Nice to see you. How you been?