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That's great,
I can't call you at home

and I can't call you on this number.

Where the hell can I call you?!
Something's happened!

I can't tell you now,
well, when for God's sake?!

- Janine!
- Listen, I've got to talk to you.

I don't care if it's finished,
I need your help.

Please ring me...

Do you mind fitting a little more
work around your emotional life now?

I'm waiting to get started
out there. Ow!

Drop dead.

Look, sorry, Janine.

Use the phone if you want!

Phone Australia if you want!

Luce? Hey, Lucy, is that you?

'Lucy?'

What's wrong with reading
The New York Times?

To incubate great thought,
one must have stimuli.

Everybody should read
The New York Times.

Well, as you're living in London,

I really think you ought to read
an Evening Standard occasionally.

The Evening Standard is not a paper,
it's a postage stamp.

Well, if you want something
big enough to sleep under,

at least buy the London Times.

Tell you what, I'll get two copies
and we can head for the park, huh?

- Dempsey!
- Hey, look out!

Hey!

Hey! Hey, watch it!

It was found abandoned
about an hour ago, sir.

Left any longer it would have been
stripped to the bone round here.

It was reported stolen yesterday,
outside a supermarket in Islington.

It didn't have your trademark
on it, then, of course?

I suppose we should feel lucky you
didn't mow down everything in sight.

What, are you kidding me?

We watched this guy aim the car
right at her.

He knocked her in the air
like a bowling pin,

what do you want me to do,
wave him down with a flashlight?

- Uh, her name was Janine Martin.
- Have you torn her place apart yet?

That was next.

I think we'll let Chas handle it.

She lived alone, chief.
Worked for a small agency.

I'm a Detective Superintendent.

You call me anything,
you call me sir.

- Still picking up bad habits.
- Still trying not to.

Sir.

- Anything in it? Anything at all?
- It's clean.

You might send it to forensics,

but they ain't gonna come up
with a name and address.

Very thorough.
Somebody's gone to a lot of trouble.

We want this one, chief.
Harry and me.

Well, you're on it, aren't you?
Start... finding out.

Try not to shoot down
too much traffic!

I just got your message, Minister.
Came straight here.

The girl is dead.

Well, certain things
must be attended to.

Yes.

They must be.

You must have some idea
who she phoned?

Giving her boyfriend some stick,
by the sound of it.

I didn't take much notice.

She usually had a drama going on
with one of them.

She had a few, huh?

Yeah, one here, one there.
No more than most.

- Was there one in particular?
- Yeah. Well, maybe.

- None of my business.
- Meaning what, yes or no?

Meaning, I do have better things
to do than this.

None of my business, right?
I just take the pictures.

Well, if there is something
you think we should know,

I'd like to hear it, cos otherwise
I'm gonna take a picture of you.

And I'm gonna put it on my wall,
so I don't forget you.

- Is he threatening me?
- No.

Not yet. You were saying something
about her boyfriends?

Yeah, well, you'll hear about it
sooner or later.

The chat was that she was having it

on the side with this
big political guy.

Don't ask me who it is because
I don't know and I don't care.

None of my business,
and I don't vote.

You just take the pictures.

Look, if you had to listen
to half the crap

some of these chicks come out with,

you'd be foaming at the mouth
within the week.

Yeah, life is hard, then you die.

- Pardon?
- Where did you hear this?

Oh, a model friend of hers.
You know what they're like,

they can't keep their mouth shut
for five minutes.

Yeah, must be hell for you.

Where can we find this friend?

Same agency as Janine.
Name's Lucy Gartrell.

Mm-hm. Thank you.

Well, is that it? Have I finished?

Or what?

Maybe you should have been
nicer to him.

He is rather well-known.

I gave him my well-known treatment.
What's so special about him?

His lacy underwear, actually.

His what?

No, he photographed a collection
for a Bond Street shop.

He's quite sought-after.

More for mistresses than for wives,
you know the sort of thing.

Yeah, I know the sort of thing.

How do you know that sort of thing?

Why shouldn't I? I buy it.

So, what do you make about
his gossip about the girl?

Hell, it wouldn't be the first time
that somebody had a sugar daddy

in your illustrious
House of Parliament.

Mm. She wouldn't be the first victim
of it either.

Yeah, so how do we check it out?

Bust into Westminster
and we yell out,

"Yo, who's the dirty old man
fooling around with the young girl?"

Trouble is, they might all get up.

Lucy!

- Lucy!
- What is it?

What's happened?

She's dead.

Janine.

There was a hit-and-run off
the Fulham Road. She's dead.

What are you talking about?

- Who told you?!
- I'm telling you, she's dead!

I saw Rory in Church Street.

The law's been round
to Clive's studio,

they were standing on
the bloody road when it happened!

Oh, God.

They've killed her for it, Paul.
They must have.

- What are we going to do?
- It's all right. It's all right.

- It's OK.
- We've got to tell somebody...

- It's going to be OK, it's...
- We've got to tell the police!

We can't.

Luce, we're in this up to our necks.

Odd. Having a basket
on the other side to catch the mail.

It can be stolen very easy that way.

See, we let it drop right
to the ground and, anyway,

Lucy has been out of town a while,
let's see.

How about the neighbours?

Nah, usual stuff.
Hear no evil, see no evil.

Apart from some loud music
about a month ago,

she may as well have been invisible.

- Makepeace.
- Dempsey.

This lock,
it's of the flimsy variety.

Mm-mm.

Now look, think of it
as a humanitarian concern.

The girl's taking a bath.
The phone rings.

She gets up to answer,
she slips on a tile, ba-doom!

- Oh, no, no...
- Oh, broken leg,

maybe even worse, concussion.
She's laying there, helpless.

- Unable to... reach the phone.
- Laying there, helpless.

What are we to do?

Paul.

- What'll you have, a Scotch...?
- I need some help.

Something good.

Well, you know me, Paul.

- Honest Arch Warton, working man's friend...
- I mean, connect.

- What would 200 quid buy?
- Well, a lot.

- It will take a little time, though.
- Very little time.

- I'm in a hurry.
- Sure.

Sure.

Hmm. The lovely Lucy's been
doing very well for herself.

Mm-hm. You know, Makepeace,
maybe you're in the wrong business.

- Is that a compliment?
- No.

She's been doing a lot
of travelling recently.

- Oh, yeah, where's she been?
- She was in Amsterdam a week ago.

How'd she get there?

Flew in and out of Schiphol,
there're the dates.

You know, I wonder if, uh...

Janine.

Yeah, Janine, I wonder if Janine
has taken a trip recently.

It had to be done.

Janine had a habit.

She could have turned us in
for the price of a fix.

The other girl's clean, I checked.

Are you sure you want this done?

Yes, I understand.

Bye.

What did he say?

We are to put Lucy
out of harm's way without delay.

The police are onto her.
We can't risk another talker.

- And what about the boyfriend, Davis?
- The same.

- Are we still moving the merchandise?
- Of course.

Nobody's going to touch us.

Least of all the police.

Chas has got all of Janine's papers
at the office.

- What did you have in mind?
- Desk work, for the moment.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Look, why don't you just
drop me someplace?

Dempsey, 50% of this job is sticking
facts together at a desk.

- You can't just walk out on it.
- I'm not walking out on it!

OK, we're a team, right?

So you do 50% of the desk work
and I'll do 50% of the legwork, OK?

We'll match up later.

- What's this?
- Someplace.

You asked me to drop you off here,
remember?

Hmm. Are you absolutely sure
about this, Chris?

Mm-hm. OK, thanks, bye.

Hmm.

What's this, then?

You're not thinking of leaving us
for the glittering lights, are you?

Not quite my line, sir.
Anyway, I'd miss your dulcet tones.

I've been checking up on
Janine and Lucy where I can.

- Any luck?
- A bit. You're not going to like it though.

Well, it won't be
for the first time, will it? Try me.

Right. Janine and Lucy were making
regular flights together.

Mostly to Amsterdam.

- Couriers?
- According to their agency,

they weren't there
on modelling jobs.

What about Janine's fella?
Any lead on him?

Mm-hm. That's the bit
you're not going to like.

I told you a moment ago, try me!

OK. We picked up some gossip
about Janine being involved

with a political bigwig.
No names, just a rumour.

So I've been checking the address
book that Chas found at her flat.

You're not going to tell me

she had the whole Tory party down
in alphabetical order, are you?

Because if you do, I shall start
laughing. I shall go, "Ho, ho, ho!"

Not quite. Try laughing
at the name Richard Clarendon

- if it means anything to you.
- Foreign Office. What about him?

Well, I found this number
by itself in here.

No name, no address and it turned
out to be ex-directory, too,

so I've just had it checked out.

Hmm. Go on.

Well, it turned out to be the flat
of Mr Richard Clarendon.

Respectable father,
husband and Whitehall heavy.

Now, what would Janine be doing
with a number like that?

- Applying for a job in the civil service?
- I don't know.

But you sit on it until I give you
the say so. Understood?

The press would have
a bloody field day.

And by the way, where is Starsky, or
Butch or whatever he calls himself?

I dropped him on Albert Bridge.
He wanted to do some legwork.

And one, two, three, four.
Five, six, seven, eight.

And one, two, three, four.
Five, six, seven, eight.

Hold it, girls.

You shouldn't be in here.

This is a restricted class,
ladies only.

Yeah, I noticed.

I'm looking for a lady, a model.

I've heard a lot of models
work out here. Lucy Gartrell.

Throw a stick
and you'll hit six models,

but no Lucy Gartrell, I'm afraid.

Is this a personal interest
or a professional one?

Personal, I mean, uh, professional,
strictly professional.

I'm a cop. Um...

She needs help,
I need to talk to her.

Well, you won't find her here.

There's another dance studio
in Kensington that's quite popular.

You could try there.

Yeah, I did and they told me
to try you.

Well, I'm afraid I can't help you.

Yeah, but it's Lucy
that needs the help.

- I mean, really, she's in trouble.
- I've heard that before.

Not from me, you haven't.
I need to find her.

Come on. Your muscles will get
stiff, let's take a little walk.

Hello, Makepeace.

Oh, how nice of you to call.
Where are you, in a bar somewhere?

What's the matter,
desk work getting to you?

Harry, I got us a lead
on Lucy Gartrell.

I need you to come get me.

What do you mean, why should you?
Cos you're my partner, that's why.

Hey, I'm out here digging
and dying for the team, honey.

I told you, heavy legwork.

All right, where are you?

Yeah, I know it.

Oh, by the way, we've been told
to soft pedal

until Spikings
has had a word upstairs.

- I hope you didn't jump on anybody to get this.
- 'Not yet.'

But don't leave me here too long.
Cos I might get round to it.

I'll see you.

- What do you want?
- I merely wish to reassure myself

of your silence
on certain important matters.

The unfortunate death
of your young friend, for one.

You killed her. He killed her
for you, didn't he?

The police are very interested
in you, so I think it would be best

if you were kept from their scrutiny
for a while. You and Davis.

Where is he, by the way?

The boyfriend can't be far away.

Let's hope he is more manageable,
shall we?

- It was very professional.
- Mm.

I took her for a protein drink,
strictly police business.

Looked more like loitering
with intent to me.

All right, what did she tell you?

Apart from the fact
that you were wonderful.

Apart from that, she told me

that Lucy was shacked up
with this guy, Davis.

- Has she seen them recently?
- Not for a week or so.

OK. Let's go and find that address.

- I take it she did give you an address?
- Oh, sure.

She even gave me Davis's address.

Hmm.

Looks just like your place.
After the maid came.

Lucy? Lucy!

Hello. Police.

Makepeace!

Freeze!

Nice driving, Harry.

I'm sure you'll be comfortable here,
Lucy.

I'll leave your friend, Mr Sullivan,
to keep you company.

We'll make do. Won't we, darling?

Relax, Davis.
You're not going anywhere.

You've just resisted arrest,
remember?

Oh, yeah?

Couple of strangers
break into my flat

and start chasing after me
when I go for help?

I could have you done for assault.

Yeah, you could,

right after you fall down the stairs
and break your face.

Understand?

- Who are you covering for?
- I don't know anything.

- Lucy does. Where is she?
- I told you!

I don't know anything.

Like to travel, do you, Davis?

Seems to be a popular pastime
amongst you and your friends.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We checked your passport.

You and Lucy seem to be real
20th-century little Marco Polos.

What were you carrying?

You want to help Lucy, tell us.

You know something?

I think you two probably turned over
the flat as a stunt to scare me.

I don't talk.

Harry?

Spikings wants a word.

Toot sweet, and all that. You too,
Dempsey. If you can spare a moment.

Sure.

Put him down, Dempsey. We'll lock
him up and he can chew on it.

If he leaves him anything
to chew with.

We were just getting started.

I'll be back.

- You can see how he gets his results.
- Mm, by the throat.

Unless, of course, they're female.

- You going someplace?
- No, you are.

- I thought you said he was here.
- Not here.

Whitehall. Room 104,
Foreign Office annex.

He's checking on Harry's find.

- Hmm. Must be about Clarendon.
- What find?

Oh, just desk work, Dempsey.
Nothing you'd recognise.

Unless of course, you were
breaking it over somebody's head.

- You want to see us, chief?
- That's right.

I want you both to listen carefully
to what Major Danby here

has to say on the subject
of our murder victim.

He's in charge
of what you might call

surveillance of all the illustrious
bodies round here.

Isn't that right, Major?

Including Richard Clarendon,
of course.

Your inspector tells me
you've discovered a link

between Mr Clarendon
and the unfortunate girl.

Unfortunate? She's dead.

What I have to tell you
is that this department

is fully aware of the situation.

There is no question of involving
Mr Clarendon

in a public murder enquiry
just now.

I smell some red tape here,

what's the score,
can this guy do this?

Yes, of course he can. Otherwise
he wouldn't even be telling us

this much, would you, Major Danby?

I'm glad you take the point,
Sergeant.

She might, but I don't.
Who is this guy?

He's talking politics, Dempsey.

We mustn't get our big boots
in the way round here.

Diplomatic discretion.

I did smell red tape.

OK, so what if this guy killed
somebody, what do we do,

give him a ticket?

Mr Clarendon is not involved
in murder,

you can be quite sure of that.

We may be clandestine,
but we are not corrupt, Lieutenant.

The only contact
with the girl recently

was a series of phone calls.
All of which were discouraged.

As was the affair, some time ago.

By you personally, I'll bet.

Ah. So you still have
the phone calls, presumably.

Could we at least have access
to those?

Naturally, we want to help.
As long as security isn't affected.

The transcripts would be under
a D notice, of course.

But apart from that, you can
make what use of them you will.

As soon as this unfortunate incident
is over, the better for all of us.

You tapped Clarendon's phone.

And then you cover up
the murder of his mistress.

- You're quite a guy, Major.
- Only a cog in a machine, Lieutenant.

Like yourself.

Don't cog me.

Servicemen and pinstripe suits!

Oh, we could make some
discreet enquiries, sir,

to find out if anybody owes
Danby a favour.

- Out of the question. Most improper.
- Just a thought.

Just keep it that way.

Oh... by the way...

...I neglected to mention
to Major Danby

that we already had
Davis in custody.

I think you will be well pleased
with this shipment, Mr Fetterman.

The quality of your merchandise
has never been in question.

You are a remarkable man,
Mr Van Gelder.

Never has anyone been able
to supply so much so regularly,

- and at such high quality.
- We are well organised.

Your couriers
never seem to be stopped.

- There is an element of luck.
- Perhaps.

But they seem always to know

when and where to enter the country
with the merchandise. Every time.

- Don't you wish to examine them?
- I do not need to.

- Why?
- Because I am not buying.

As you like.

- I can sell them elsewhere.
- I do not think so.

Ours is a quiet trade.
You are moving in powerful circles,

people are not pleased
with the way things are happening,

where their money is going.

We may have had some minor problems
with our couriers...

You do not seem to understand,
Mr Van Gelder.

You are persona non grata
in this business, as of now.

These are worthless in this country,
nobody will touch them.

I suggest you advise your principal.

What is this?
I'm gonna sit here all night?

Has something happened to Luce?

Has she tried to contact me?

Not very likely, is it?

I don't know where you two idiots

get the impression that somebody's
tried to take her!

Could be the full moon.

So...?

So, what are we doing?

Waiting.

Something'll turn up.

Body in a river. Dumped in a park.

Who knows?

Dangerous profession at the moment,
being a model.

Hmm.

It's not gonna work.

No, it's not, is it?

You're not going to help us
find her.

I think she's going to die.

'Please, understand
that it's over between us.

'It's impossible for me, Janine.
I simply can't be involved.

'Listen, I've got to talk to you.

'I don't care if it's finished,
I need your help! Please, Richard!'

Same as the rest. She calls him.
He stalls.

Whatever it was, she saw it coming.

Clarendon doesn't seem to care.

Or... He was told not to.

Now Davis on the other hand,
I'm sure does.

- Even though he doesn't show it.
- Which may mean he really does care.

Have you noticed how Davis reacts
every time her name is mentioned?

Mm. He's definitely got the fever.

Got him scared.
Do you know what I think, Dempsey?

You tell me.

Was just admiring the desk work.

I think we should meet.

No, tonight.

All right, ring me
when you get back.

I believe we must review
our situation.

As a matter of urgency.

I don't like it. This is another
one of your circus tricks, you...

you American! And I don't like it!

What do you want us to do, huh?

You want us to go dial the crook,
ask him who did it?

Right away, sir! Come on!

We got a chance here!

I suppose he's persuaded you,
has he?

He's right, sir, it's a chance.

If Lucy Gartrell's in
the same danger as Janine,

we don't have time
to wait for a break!

- Let Davis go, sir!
- That's right.

If he's in with them, he'll know
where they are. If they got

his girl, he'll look for her.
All we gotta do is stick with him.

Yeah, that's all.
And what if you lose him?

What if he gets to them with a gun?

They already searched his place,
he ain't got one!

Then you'll have the pleasure
of putting us on traffic duty.

You'll be lucky if you get that.

Or we get a result for you tonight.

It's not like you to go for
circus acts, Harry.

Hardly. And it was my idea.

Sucker.

Come here!

How do you feel about traffic duty
right now?

- The hours are good.
- I like the little white gloves.

'Charlie, one, two.

'Still on foot. Looks like
he's heading for his flat.'

Let him go where he wants to,
just don't spook him.

Van Gelder.

It's me.

No! You listen.

This thing's got no power,
it's just chugging along!

Take the emergency brake off.

What a good idea.

Follow that cab.

Where to, guv?

- What?
- Where to?

Uh, anywhere.

Anywhere, just drive around
for a while.

Come on, move up a little bit,
get a little closer.

A little bit closer. Right here.

- It's a pick-up truck.
- What, guv?

Bloody pick-up truck!
Think you can lose it?

No problem, guv.

- Charlie five to control.
- Hey, let me do that, you can drive.

Chas, he's onto us.
We're in pursuit,

heading east down the Old Kent Road.

Can't win.

Where to now, guv?

- Pull in here.
- Not much of a day for a stroll.

- Here's fine.
- I used to live round here, you know.

Just over there.

Charlie one-two to Charlie five,
do you read me?

'Right on, Charlie one-two.'

'I've just dropped your man
in Deptford Park by the school.'

Three-four, out the door.

Where is she?

We thought we should keep an eye
on her, for all our sakes.

- There's no need to...
- Where is she?

At the houseboat.

I want to meet this partner
of yours, you get him down there.

- Impossible.
- I have a proposition for him.

- He would never...
- Oh, I think he will.

All right, we got him, we got him.
Going east. Uh, east to, uh...

- King Street.
- ..King Street.

It's OK, it's OK. It's OK.

Now, you throw the gun down.
Over there.

Do it.

- Did he hurt you, Lucy?
- No.

- What the hell are you...?
- You...

...you untie her, and you try very
hard not to do anything stupid.

Very difficult to get access
to my personal files, Spikings.

- How did you manage that?
- No point in denying it, Major Danby.

And even less point in telling you
how I did it.

I hope you are now satisfied

that I do not have a sinister
involvement in this matter.

Yes.

Time to pool our resources, then.

I have been making my own enquiries.

I have evidence of corruption
at the highest level.

You!

You stand right over there.

Now, we've been talking,
your friends and me.

It was a nice little scam
you had going.

You look after the authorities,
eh, and they move the goods -

only one mistake!

You should never have set up
Janine with Clarendon.

It seemed like a good way of...

...to keep tabs on him, at the time.

When she started... getting scared
cos you were getting heavy

and ran to him, she...
she had to die.

You would have gone down, too...

if Clarendon had learned
of my business activities.

Now, you've been very successful
moving merchandise

in and out of this country,
well, now...

- ...now you're gonna move Lucy and me.
- I'm sure that can be done.

And lots of cash. Lots!

- Or I'm going into print.
- Paul...

It's all right, Lucy,
it's all right.

Freeze, police!

Freeze!

Freeze it!

Oh, you putz.

Is he OK?

I'll call an ambulance.

Clarendon has just been told.
I believe he is somewhat...

...disturbed.

- He never suspected.
- Too busy avoiding scandals.

- The poor boy.
- Which reminds me.

It might be best
to keep a low profile

with the press on this one.

Danby, right?

He's just doing his job.
Not such a bad chap, actually.

- Are we talking about the same Danby?
- Mm.

- Well, you know, it's just like New York.
- Dempsey.

...the same difference,
I'm telling you, when it's rotten,

it's rotten. It's the old flim-flam
cover-up here...

- Dempsey.
- ..when they try to tell me my ancestors

came over here on the Mayflower.
What?

Can I have your hat?

My hat?

No.

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