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(Charles) Well, l'm not in the
government, you know...

not yet, anyway.

Just Shadow Minister in Opposition.

But in my opinion, the electorate of this country will
put us back into power within the next twelve months.

Certainly you can quote me.

You're welcome, George.

Look after yourself.

Jessica.

(JESSlCA OVER lNTERCOM) Yes, Sir Charles?

l'm going back to London.

See you Monday.

(JESSlCA OVER lNTERCOM) Yes, sir, and you
haven't forgotten that the Prime Minister is-

No, l haven't forgotten. l'll
contact him this evening.

Have a good weekend, Peter.
l'm driving myself.

Yes, sir.

You were driving too fast!

She hadn't a chance.

Be quiet.

Are you all right?

(GROANlNG)

Now, you're quite sure you're all right?

Fine, thank you, only a couple
of bruises, that's all.

There will be somebody inside
to look after you, won't there?

No, actually. The house belongs to my
uncle, and he's away at the moment...

in the country.

Look, you've been so kind bringing me home and
everything, you will come in and have a drink?

Aren't you a little young to be offering
a strange elderly gentleman drinks?

Well, it is after six...

All right.

But l must make a phone call.

You know, you're not a bit elderly.

You're only, what, forty... forty-five?

You're flattering me.

Outrageously.

Hallo. At last.

Sir Charles Milvern here.
ls he free to talk?

No, no, l won't be at home.

l'm... dining out tonight.

Hallo, Simon.

Oh, hello, Anne. You're up early.

How did you make out?

ln the purse.

Was he generous?

(Ann) He was a louse.

l don't ever want to have to
see him again. Not ever.

And you can tell Wences
that from me.

Well, you can tell him that yourself. He's
coming here in a minute to pick me up.

Good.

Simon...

My dear, he was generous.

Simon, what are you doing here, anyway?

Clearing up. We used the place
for a badger job last night.

What was she like?

(Ann) Do you know who this is?

(Simon) l know she's got a great future.

(Simon) We picked her up a month
ago outside the station.

(Ann) She looks very young.

Yes, that was a problem...
but l solved it.

ln your usual way?

Mm mm.

Got her hooked on me first.

Then really hooked.

Now she'd do anything
for her daily fix.

Absolutely anything.

Get me a drink, will you?-
-Usual?

Shall l bring it in to you?

Ann?

Ann!

Ann?

Wences!

Did Anne come past you?

No.

Must have taken the back way.-
-Eh?

She just ran out.

(BREATHlNG HURRlEDLY)

Didn't say anything to her.
We were just talking about this girl.

This girl?

This is the girl you're using
on that badger job?

That's right.

Why the hell didn't you show me?

Why the hell should l? l found her.

You found big trouble too.

Now, you'd better find Ann, and fast!

(Ann) Doyle.

l beg your pardon?

Doyle!

Ray Doyle. ls he here?

Ray Doyle?-
-Yes.

Oh, he moved away from here about...

three years ago, at least.

Moved?

Yeah...

across the river. Chelsea.

Went up in the world.

Do you know where he is?

No.

l think l've got his phone number
somewhere, hang on.

(SCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

There we are. Knew
l had it somewhere.

Ann!

What are you doing here?

l just thought l'd...

take a walk, l- l needed some air.

Good, l approve.
Don't let us stop you.

You might have needed air,
but not that much.

(THEY BOTH LAUGH)

No.

Oh, no!

No!

(ROMANTlC MUSlC)

That's vicious.

Nice speech the old man made, eh?

A filibuster.

D'you think he's noticed we slipped
away nearly four hours ago?

He's probably still talking.

Yeah.

(TELEPHONE RlNGS)

That could be important.

We are off duty.

You're right.

You're absolutely right.

Definitely.

On the other hand...

you could be wrong.

Hallo.

Who?

Reeves?

(Doyle) Reeves who?

Yeah, yes, yes, now l remember.
Look, do you know what the time is?

What?

Well, she seemed disturbed.

She asked for you...

well, l told her you'd moved away, and
went to get your number, but she'd run off.

Run off? What do you
mean, ran off?

Well, that's why l thought l
ought to call you, Mr Doyle.

You see, there were these men

Men - what men?

Maybe they were in a hurry,
or perhaps l imagined it, but

there were two men... in a big American car,

and they looked as if
they were chasing her.

Yeah... hang on a minute...

er, did you get her name?

What did she look like?

(Doyle) And she just asked for me, eh?

No... no, that's fine. No, that's
all right, thanks for calling.

Yeah, ciao.

Ray?

Ray!

Look, Sue, make us a cup
of coffee, will you love?

So what happened to
the party spirit, then?

A woman just turned up
at the place l used to live.

Looking for me...

very upset.

And ever so slightly pregnant?

(Doyle) No. (LAUGHS)

When l was with the Drug Squad...

(BODlE FElGNS SNORlNG)

... listen, about a dozen people knew where l lived.

And they all had strict instructions never to use
that address, unless it was very, very important.

Ray, that's got to be at
least three years ago.

Someone was chasing her.

Okay.

Okay, what?

Well, let's go and check it out.
That's what you want, isn't it?

Well...

what about the girls?

(SlGHS) Leave it to me.

Tall, very beautiful,
about... thirty, thirty-five.

(Doyle) Anything else?

She'd got a very sexy
voice, low. Erm...

oh yeah, she was wearing a... a fur coat,
er... looked like a real one - mink.

What about the men who
were chasing her?

l... l didn't say they were chasing her.
l said l thought they might be chasing her.

(Doyle) See their faces?

No -

but l think one of
them was black.

Big Yank car?-
-Yes.

Sort of gold colour.
l wouldn't know the make.

(Doyle) And they went that way?

Mm. Towards the river, yeah.

Thanks, anyway.

(Bodie) Okay, so where
does this go to?

Chiswick.

That's miles away!

Look, she's been gone an hour.

Now look, Ray. You've gone through the
motions. Now just forget it, right?

All right, we get to Chiswick.

Nice sunny day, love to see it glinting
on these polluted waters, hm?

So who do you
think it is, Sherlock?

That stuff about the voice.

Yeah?

l think it was somebody l
used to know - Ann Seaford.

Mind you, with that description it
could be anybody, couldn't it?

Yep.

(SlGHS)

Oh, let's go and get some coffee.

Ray.

Suicide.

Yeah?

Then why haven't we found the mink?

What happened to the fur coat?

She could have just dropped
her coat when she jumped.

Some joker happens along...
picks it up... simple.

Yeah? What about the
guys chasing her, then?

Well, what about them?
lf they were chasing her?

No, look - a big flash car
driven by a black guy.

Add 'em together and
what have you got? Eh?

A black guy driving a flash car.

(LAUGHS)

lt adds up to a
high-class pimp...

for a high-class hooker.
That's what Ann Seaford was.

Oh dear, Doyle, what a fallen
formative life you had, eh?

Pimps and high-class hookers, wow!

That's the basis of
police work, that is.

No!

Yeah... contacts?

What, information?-
-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Wow!

See, l was enjoying myself
while you were in the Army.

(SCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

Yeah, very nice.

Who did she hook, Croesus?

lf he was a man,
you can bet on it.

(DOYLE RlNGS BUZZER)

Security lock.

Ray... it's just a suicide.

Not even anything to do with us.

Cowley'll eat you alive.

Yeah.

(SOUND OF BREAKlNG GLASS AND ALARM BELL)

lt's a great pity.

Yes.

Ann was something special. A real investment.

l mean... that you allowed her
to see Sara's photo there.

(Baker) Foolishly allowed her.

l didn't know. lt wasn't my fault.

Fortuitously, then,

would you say it was fortuitous!?

Well, no...

Foolishly, then. l was
right from the first time.

However, from what you tell me...

you handled it well enough.

Oh, yes. A genuine suicide.

Well, hardly that.

A faked suicide.

(Baker) But it will do.

Call me later.

Right.

Sam?

Bye.

Sam...

Uncle Sam, if you please.

... Uncle Sam.

Do l get my prize now?

Prizes have to be won, my dear.

Prizes have to be... earned.

(ALARM BELL RlNGlNG)

Mr Cowley.

Detective Superintendent Tilson, sir.

Ah, yes. lt was
you who called me.

Yeah, well, l felt l had to, sir.

These two boys of yours, they're
running roughshod over my men.

Now this is a common suicide - possibly murder
but right outside Cl5's jurisdiction.

Nothing is outside our jurisdiction, Superintendent.

Doyle! Bodie!

Wait outside.

Now...

as far as l can make out,
a call girl drowned herself.

This is personal, sir.

Nothing is personal, Doyle.

When you joined Cl5 l made that perfectly clear.
The Department owns you... l own you.

l can sell your body to science
if l want, while it's still alive!

We are off duty, sir.

You are never off duty. That is one thing we do
share with the police, and the only thing.

Now l find you sharing a
common suicide with them.

l knew her.

That's no answer. You're
Cl5, both of you!

Cl5 means Special Assignments only.

With authority to investigate any, and
every, incident. That's in the small print, sir.

Don't you ever quote
the small print at me.

For every sentence of small print
you produce, l can produce smaller!

This is a police matter.
Leave it to the police.

Personal or not, we don't pay you what we
pay you to get mixed up in sordid little sui-

Tilson!

Yes, sir?

l want this apartment sealed off. This is now a
Cl5 case. We'll send in our own forensics men.

B- but-

Don't but me! Do you want to see
the small print on our authority?!

No, sir.

This phone number

do you recognise it?

No.

l'd be alarmed if you did.

lt's the Prime Minister's private line.

Well, why not? He is a man.
She's a good-looking woman.

No, it's out of the question.
Tell him why, Doyle.

Pleasure...

well, he's the one man who can't make any kind of move without
somebody noticing. Police... Special Branch... Security... so,

if he had been seeing Ann Seaford we
would have known about it, wouldn't we?

So it must be someone else.

Someone who knows
his private number.

Can't be many.

Oh, every Cabinet minister for a start.

Oh, my God!

l reckon she was murdered.

Help yourselves.

(Bodie) Thank you, sir.

Well, go on.

Well, she was
a very nice girl...

Ah!

Hookers are women, you
know, they can be nice.

Er... have a heart
of gold, did she?

No. But she did
have a sort of code.

Oh, yeah. So long as you pay.

That's right.

But if it came to something really bad,
she was as straight as a die.

Like what?

Like girls under age.

That's how l met her, she helped me to
find this fourteen-year-old girl on the run.

She just wasn't the suicide sort.

(Cowley) Was there a pimp?

No. No, no, no. Not three
years ago, anyway.

Three years are like
thirty in that trade.

Yes, yes, l know, average three tricks a day, that's
two thousand men not counting the trade fairs.

Yeah, well, l suppose she
does need a pimp by now.

l mean, someone to lean
on, you know? Security.

Don't push your luck, Bodie.

lf he exists, that pimp... .

l want him.

Charlie. Come in.

All right.

Charlie, l thought you weren't coming.

Fancy a swim?

A swim?

l'm all ready for it.

l haven't got a costume.

Never mind. l laid out a pair of
Uncle Sam's for you. Up there

First bedroom on the left.

Go on.

You can teach me
to swim under water.

Sara

your uncle, are you
sure he doesn't, erm...

l told you. He's away all day,
right until tomorrow morning.

l'll be in the pool.

(Simon) Well?

He's upstairs changing.

Sam?

Uncle Sam.

Just one little sniff. l need it.

Look, if you want me to go through
with this, l've got to have it.

Just one.

More. Much more.

When you've done your job.

Now go and entertain him.

Come on in, Charlie, it's wonderful.

Come on!

Right!

(LAUGHTER AND SHRElKlNG)

Now for your first lesson.

Charlie!

To us.

Serendipity.

Seren... what?

A happy accident.

Do you know what
l usually do now?

After a swim...

while my body's still
tingling and alive?

l usually go and lie
down on the bed.

l'm a creature of habit.

Some habits are good.

Shouldn't be broken.

Culver?-
-Yes.

They're on their way up.

l'm ready.

Scented cigarettes?

You don't even smoke.

We have to find a pimp, right?

Yeah.

Know thy subject.

Right. Where are we
going now, Batman?

We are going dancing.

Dancing, in the afternoon...

know thy subject, right.-
-Right.

(DANCE MUSlC)

Doyle.

What's this?

Manna from heaven.

Or is it still ginger ale?

ls this a bust?

No. lt's present time.

Ray... Doyle... you're a treasure.

You're an unmitigated, lousy, slimy,
crumby bastard. But you're a treasure too.

Hello.

These won't buy
my body, you know.

l like your friend. Has he
taken a vow of silence?

He listens...

and observes.

He doesn't look like a voyeur.

l'm very expensive.

Oh, l know, l can tell...

by the Oliver Mesens suite.

He should have taken the vow.

l need a favour, Paula.

Get lost.

You owe me a favour.

lnformation?-
-Yeah.

What is it worth?

The favour you owe me.

(Man) Having trouble here?-
-Mm mm.

(Bodie) No trouble at all, thanks.

(Man) 'l've got a bottle of
champagne invested here.'

(Doyle) Yeah, yeah, we'll be
finished in a minute.

Mm. You heard what
he said, push off.

(Man) Champagne.

(Bodie) Magnum.

(Man) Get your coat.

(SCREAMlNG AND BREAKlNG GLASS)

(Man) Right. You're first.

Come on, you lot! Clear out of here.

(Doyle) Ann Seaford?

He didn't even pay
for the champagne!

Ann Seaford? Don't you read
the newspapers? She's dead.

Took a jump into the Thames and
did deep-breathing exercises.

(Doyle) Maybe she didn't jump.

Well, maybe she didn't. Anyway, she was
out of my class. Ritzy car, own flat...

(Doyle) Own pimp?

Maybe.-
-Name?

l don't know.

(Doyle) Paula...

l don't know! Pimps don't advertise.

Anyway, wherever he is,
he runs a very fine stable.

(Doyle) So, give me the name
of another runner.

All right, Doyle. Try Joanna.

(Doyle) What's her number?

26291 38.

ls this absolutely necessary?

What's a pimp?

lt's the lowest form of life.

Yeah.

Also a protector.

His girls are valuable merchandise, anything happens
to one of his girls, pimp comes running. Here.

Come on.

You're costing me a fortune.

Hallo, Joanna?

Well, hello there. And who is this?

Yes, yes, l'm free. Say in
about an hour from now?

Of course.

l'll give you the address.

Well, hi there.

Yeah.

Yeah. The... mews, yeah, got it.

Yeah, l'll be there within the hour.

l'll be waiting.

And just one thing

who recommended you?

Er... well, it was
a girl called Ann.

Ann Seaford.

Okay. Bye.

You in business?

Yeah. Three-thirty.

Someone we know?

No. But okay - he knew Ann.

Ann Seaford?

Yeah. Poor Ann.

l'll be in the next room.

You're staying? l thought you
were going to the club?

What, and leave you all alone?

Hey!

(Charles) What about a swim?
What about it?

(SARA LAUGHS)

Sir Charles Milvern?

Yes.

Sorry, Charlie.

Sir Charles.

You have been taking a
great interest in Sara.

We, in turn, have been taking
a great interest in you.

(Bodie) Here, how're you gonna play it?

(Doyle) Er... drunk.

Oh damn, he's early.

Put on your pretty smile. A pretty
smile's money in the bank.

Joanna?-
-Yes, hallo.

Up here, is it?

You're er... not quite as pretty as
l thought you were going to be.

Oh.

That's all right, because Ann
says you're absolutely fantastic.

Good. ln there.

lt's fifty quid.

Yeah, great. how about a little drink.

For half an hour.

Sure.

Fifty-one.

Wences'll have stuff...

won't he?

Simon!?

Yes! Wences always has stuff.

Are you sure you can afford me?

Can l? Cute.

There you are. All the credit
you want, take your pick.

Don't be funny.

lt's cash... . or out you go.

Cash for what?

l like to see what l'm
buying so... get 'em off.

Look, you've been here
ten minutes already.

Time is money.

Give stamps as well?

(LAUGHS)

What's going to happen to Charlie?

l need it, Simon.

l need it now!

Listen, l'll tell you the truth, love,

l don't fancy you. Drink
terrific, but you...

(LAUGHS)

Do you give stamps? (LAUGHS)

Well, l'm not going to pay you
so what you gonna do?

Take it out of your hide.

And when your hide's all used up, l'm
gonna take it out of your pockets.

Okay, okay.

l'm throwing you out. Eventually.

l lied. You're pretty...

and the drink's lousy.

(Baker) lnventive...

and physically

But l think we can agree,
Sir Charles, not pretty.

Not the sort of stuff that
votes are made of.

Would you like a drink?

What do you want?

How much?

That's difficult to measure, Sir Charles.

The total destruction of a fine political career,
a shattered marriage... and the laughter,

yes, it's the worst of it all,
the laughter and the disdain.

Difficult to measure in terms
of money, so lets not bother with it.

Let's just say, a service rendered.

You're in a privileged position, Sir Charles.

And we would like to
share that privilege.

Share?

There is a file that shows the economic and
industrial disposition of Europe in the event of war.

We know it exists.

We also know it has a
high security classification.

We know that as Shadow Minister

you have access to it.

You know l don't
carry stuff in the car.

And you know l need my stuff.

Simon, you promised me.

When we get back to my place.

l need it now!

Later. We've got to see Baker first.

Uncle Sam.

Uncle Sam has stuff.

Lots of it.

Everything we got from Ann Seaford's flat.

Papers... letters.

Addresses?

Oh, addresses and phone numbers...
more than a thousand of them.

We've got a team checking them
out now. lt's going to take a lot of time.

ls that all?

Oh, yes... there's this.

(Cowley) A child...

(Cowley) growing into a woman.

They were hidden away
in a special place.

With this.

A baby's hair?

l think so.

Have you checked?

There's this letter to Ann Seaford,
dated eighteen years ago:

"Dear Miss Seaford, you must understand it would be
quite impossible for you to see your daughter at any time.

We are now her legal parents,
she's our child now".

"You will appreciate that in view of your lifestyle, there can
be no question of you ever meeting your daughter.

However, we are quite willing to send
you photographs of her from time to time.

By the way, we've decided
to call her Sara."

(Doyle) Sir, that pimp. We've got him.

Henry Aloysius Wences.

Sit down.

This isn't a regular bust.

You're not coppers.

No. We're worse. Much worse.

Sit down, Mr Wences!

Please.

Now,

tell me about Ann Seaford.

Ann who?

l am particularly interested
in her clientele, you see.

l never heard of an Ann Seaford.

You would know all about them, of
course, in your capacity as her, er...

technical adviser?
Shall we call it that, eh?

Sounds much better, don't you think?

Look, l know my rights.
l've been busted before.

And now you've been busted again.

Ann Seaford.

To hold me you've
got to charge me...

and with what? Something to
do with some "Ann Seaford".

Well, l've told you,
l don't know her.

And you've got to prove different.

You can't make out any
link between me and-

Yes, Mr Wences.
Know this girl, do you?

No.

No!

Oh, yes you do, in
fact, l'm sure you do!

Well, if he doesn't, l certainly do.

Saw her not less than
half an hour ago, in a car...

right outside your place.

Now, isn't that a coincidence, Mr Wences?

l want a lawyer.

l'm saying nothing until
l've seen a lawyer.

Saying nothing?

Oh, dear. That would be
most unhelpful, wouldn't it?

This is illegal...

you've got to charge me.
This is illegal!

l'll tell you one thing it's
not going to be fun.

Sir

who is she, that girl?

Ann Seaford's daughter.

Her daughter?

Well,

you've got your file.

The file?

read the entire contents of it
three months ago in Moscow.

lt is not the file we want.

lt is him

for the rest of his natural life.

The very moment he commits that
act of betrayal, he belongs to us.

A respected politician

who will one day figure
in the Government,

in our pocket, hm?

Za vashe zdorovye.
(RUSSlAN TOAST)

Vashe zdorovye.

(GLASSES SHATTER)

Now wait here.

Simon, he's got stuff
in there, l know he has.

Please!

l'll ask him!

Wait here.

(SOBBlNG)

Hallo, Culver.

Wences has been arrested.

l don't know why!

He's in that kind of business, Wences

gets busted.

(DlSTANT VOlCES) You should have known, you
were responsible. l've told you, you've got to watch it.

But we don't know why!

(Simon) What's it matter? He won't talk!

What if he does?
What can he tell them?

He doesn't know any details of this, he
doesn't even know that you or l exist.

He could lead them to him.

Where does that get them?

One step closer to us.

(Simon) That's ridiculous, you don't think l would
talk, do you? You can't honestly think that?

l'm in this up to my neck.

l killed Ann for you!

And Sara...

who found her?

Yes...

where is the girl?

She's outside, waiting in the car.

We are very grateful
to you, Mr Culver.

(Terkoff) We now have Sir Charles
Milvern in our pocket.

Our own man, inside the establishment,

and the greatest advantage of all

is that no-one knows he exists.

Except Sara...

and you.

l'll send the squad
to clean up here.

(Baker) ls he dead?

(Terkoff) Of course. And now
we have to kill the girl.

(TERKOFF AND BAKER REACT TO NOlSE)

(Terkoff) The car!

(SCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

No! Not here.

(Terkoff) What was she looking for?

Coke...

Did she find it?

No. After the job was done
l disposed of it... all.

She didn't find it...

so she still needs it.

Where?

She knows no-one in the city.

Where will she go?

Culver's place?

Mm. Mm.

The pimp talked.

And?

Simon Culver. A procurer of girls and,
er, anything else you happen to fancy.

Like setting up a badger job.

Blackmail.-
-Yeah.

Come on.

(BREATHlNG HURRlEDLY)

That's the place.

(Bodie) That's the car l saw earlier.

(Cowley) All right, check it.

No, wait.

My God! Move! Move!

(GUNSHOT)

You're dealing with pros.

l know the fat one, Terkoff - KGB.

Right, go.

(Baker) Fifty-one, move.

This way!

Hold it right there!

(GUNSHOT)

Cut him off!

(Bodie) The girl! They're after the girl!

Bodie!

(SARA SCREAMS)

(Doyle) Terkoff!

(GUNSHOTS)

(WHlMPERlNG)

(GUNSHOTS)

Ray, you all right?

Yeah. Get the girl.

(SARA CRlES)

Terkoff.

He was a good man.

(Bodie) Yeah.

Well, there's a better man back there!

Doyle! Are you all right?

All right, Doyle?

Well, at least, l haven't
got your problem,

it's gone right through. (LAUGHS)

(lNTERCOM) Sir Charles, l have Mr Cowley outside.

Send him in, will you?

Mr Cowley.

Cl5, isn't it?

What can l do for you?

l have an urgent document requiring
your signature, Sir Charles.

What kind of document?

ls this some kind ofjoke?

lf so, it's in very bad taste.

Then l'm to blame.

l drafted it myself.

What's the meaning of it?

Oh, l thought it perfectly clear.

lll health is forcing you
to retire from all public life.

Permanently.

lll health?

What the devil do you mean?

Ah, the devil!

Yes, l... l think the devil
had something to do with it.

You'll notice that the document has been endorsed
by both the Prime Minister and your own party leader.

Your retirement is official, Sir Charles.

l hope you'll enjoy it.

l'm very sorry.

(Bodie) Be a big plus with
the girls that, you know,

sticks.

Yeah, you can fabricate a
bit... invent some story.

Say you got it ski-jumping
or something.

Or you could pretend you got it
doing something really dangerous...