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Yeah, we're the first out of back.

Down the stairs.

Down the stairs?

Yeah, down the stairs nearly made it normal.

Yeah, I know that story.

Fractured a fuel pipe, didn't get 200 yards down the whole camera.

Yeah, yeah.

Run out of gas.

Get down next to you.

Skill light out, we can do it out.

Stay new.

It's a good driver.

Presley?

Bottles out, forgets too loud.

Loud?

Bang, bang.

Anytime you like, Debbie?

I said... I heard you.

Okay, let's do it.

Are you using the French foreign legion, Jack?

Dozium Resumont, A-Transe Parachoutiste, to your spoken.

Yeah, I'll bet you had some good times, eh?

Who's this, Presley?

Name of Clyde.

Journalist for the London Evening Mail.

Hello, Jack.

Who's the chick?

Debbie Smith.

She's writing a book about famous heists.

Hello, there.

Heist?

Are you a copper friend?

Mr. Clyde is an ace crime reporter.

It's all the best stories.

Well, there ain't no sensation here today, pal.

Pat, go ahead.

You don't want to go squat in there.

She claims she's a writer of freelance.

And Tom climbs back to her up at the London Evening Mail back.

Does she know you're onto her?

Nope.

Who's dead?

One William, James Dundas.

No.

He will build the hatchet man.

No tears for him and Harry DeSoto.

None of your penny ante villains.

Plus we've got five in custody.

One of the hit squad and four intended victims.

You shot Dundas.

DeSoto.

Who took out DeSoto?

Your girl.

She was told not to carry him.

And he was one of their pieces.

This is all very violent, Patrick.

What's happening?

I was hoping that you would tell me.

Okay.

Here's the form.

Clyde, the crime reporter, heard a rumor that someone

called Morocco Jack had suddenly appeared on the scene.

He took my dear's make piece along, undercover as a freelance writer.

Very cooperative.

I think he wanted protection.

A man of perception.

I'm no wiser.

That's the point, Pat.

I'm no wiser than you are.

You're taking this over, Gordon.

No.

It's a murder investigation.

Tell you what, though.

You'd like access.

All my notes and prisoners.

That's it.

I got a tip off from the top floor.

Saying what?

I should watch my back.

If you were me, you got it.

Name.

What's your name, Turkey?

Something funny?

You knew to this guy.

Oh, yeah.

I'm a rookie, can't you, Tom?

All right, why this guy?

Never true of me.

Your name's Haig, Edward G, Elias Miller, Elias Maxwell.

You got three convictions.

For robbery, you saw what a deadly weapon and possession of firearms.

He was seen by three witnesses to produce a shotgun and find a group of men in the

passenger saloon and to pledge about Golden Salamander.

Killing William James Dundas.

You're going to be charged with his murder.

You want to read this?

Go stick your red up here.

Oh, that's very nice.

Very nice.

Is that what they teach in prison, huh?

Language like that?

You, out.

Sorry, sir.

Get out!

Stay put.

It's Jack.

We're after.

Now what I want to know from you, Eddie?

I ain't going to put any heat on your case.

I just got one question.

What's that?

Who's Morocco, Jack?

Hey, William John, alias Morocco, Jack.

It is Church of the St. Prison, Marseille.

They also did a few years here at Lion's Penitentiary.

Leon.

Leon must say it's true.

It's different over here.

Let's say it's a serious joke.

Maybe it's eight out of ten years stretch there.

It seems that Jack was also ex-pharm agent and a member of the Spudgyari game.

Who are we?

Was that heavy?

Spudgyari's still around.

He had to bank a niece a few years back in through the sewers.

It seems Jack was in on that one.

That's where he caught his tent.

And somebody's just tried to hit him.

A London mob.

What should I spell out to you?

It's a compliment.

He's going to set up your team here in London.

That's all the noise I thought.

Top floor drops.

Leading on Gordon.

This is turned out to be a good day after all.

Where the hell is Harry?

You sounded shaky on the phone.

Well, I don't actually enjoy shooting people, you know?

Every time we've got steps out, he could end up on the slab.

I'm glad it's to Soto, not you.

Thank you.

How'd your governor take it?

You must be flavour.

Point of bitter, please.

You must be flavour of the month.

I don't know.

You mean he hasn't put you up for a medal?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I haven't seen him.

You're kidding.

Tom, what the hell was all that about?

Whisper is the legend of Jack Cade has got about town.

The guy's getting some very heavy people around him.

Rumor is.

They'll try a big caper soon.

For reputation.

You're spoken to him?

Sure.

Murder's called released him.

I've got an exclusive for the late edition.

Wow.

He wants to see you.

Why?

Well, you did save his neck.

Wrecking my cover stands up.

Sure, I've outched for you.

Sticking your neck out.

Not if I get in on it at the outcome.

Another exclusive.

Well, I can't promise that does you very well now.

Well, we'll better find you someplace to stay.

Sort of safe house.

Like when?

I thought maybe my place.

You call that safe?

Chief Superintendent, you're running a squad of thugs and machos.

We're getting tired excusing you to other unit commanders.

Guns and machos.

I nearly got a girl killed today.

So did the traffic department.

They don't swagger.

There's another example of a bloody yank.

What are we doing today?

Slomming?

Kill ED.

Was this something I said?

Nothing more than usual, Dempsey.

Where's your partner?

What are you asking me for?

You send her on an operation.

You don't tell me about it?

I could have covered up Debbie Smith.

It was an informal meet with an old flame.

Harry went along out of interest.

An unknown face is collecting himself a few naughty villains together.

The ex-boyfriends are reporter.

Why don't you tell me about it?

Nobody expected a bloody gunfight.

Nobody.

All right.

Me.

I didn't.

Or Harry.

Well, then where was she?

The murder squad protected her cover.

Interviewed her and released her.

Right now, I don't know.

Who's that?

Meet this.

Where the hell are you?

So...

Sorry you've been.

Oh, don't come in.

I was fooled.

I'm better not kiss me then.

It seemed to give the soda more than a cold.

Dr. Soto was going to shoot Cade.

Yeah, I know.

He had a gun pointed at Cade's head.

I look like an inquiry board or something.

So what's the game plan?

I had a little chat with one of the hit squad boys.

Name a Hague.

Hey!

He's my Dr. Charlie Peterson.

Yeah.

You won't say what.

Well, I have to swear to him too.

Seems his voice wants Morocco and Jack neutralize the soda weaves.

So explain that we have something in common.

Sometimes you're quite bright.

But a couple of them.

Not yet.

Well, it looks like Morocco, Jack is trying to muscle into this London crime scene.

Yep.

I had the same.

What I need to find is a way into the inside track.

He needs a wheel, man.

How do you know?

I overheard him of all the crews got noisy.

You're a man, eh?

Get into pole to put out a warning on an American driver.

Link it to a drug thing.

An American driver.

That'll be you.

World will get around.

You know, sometimes you seem quite bright.

Is that a compliment?

Not yet.

Mrs. Jolie had it the other day.

Oh, you style.

It's sort of a mix between Boyd George and Tatum O'Neill.

Did she suit it, I hear you ask.

Well, to be honest, about as much as she suited the Princess die, she had last time.

Poor lad.

Shouldn't know better at 55.

This is Kate.

I'm Ellen Kate.

Hi.

I'm Ellen from Mr. Kate.

Who wants him?

Debbie Smith.

Just a moment.

From yesterday.

He says you were very quick without shooter.

Yeah, when it went off accidentally, I was telling the police.

Well, he certainly saved his bacon.

He's at the gym.

I need a car with a lot of sips, something you

don't mind getting a couple of deans in it.

Oh, what's a dean?

Who are you?

A dean.

Who's a dent?

I'm Lieutenant Dempsey.

I was a kinder from New York.

Well, what is your authority for vehicle allocation?

Yes, I can.

Even S.I.10 needs a chit lieutenant.

It must be the same in New York.

Look, chit's your lieutenant's bike.

Well, thanks.

What do you got?

Well, what do you for?

Surveillance, robbery, ambush, protection.

We'll take you some chick from the typing pool down to Brighton.

I've got that one.

It's impounded by the drug squad.

The owner's on remand for two kinds of smack.

I'll take it.

So...

This is not a Danny.

No, no, what?

Danny.

No discrete police vehicle.

It's not a police vehicle at all.

Tariff.

Then I won't need a chit, will I?

I'm only trying to see an arguing contest if you know it's going to work, okay?

Give it a spin.

Well, if it isn't our scribbler in shining armour.

Didn't see you doing that yesterday.

A 4-4 Magnum beats any judo I know.

Where's Jack?

Through there.

No, what we need is a driver with thin ass, sir.

Not someone like that bloke who found himself

stuck in the revolving bleed and dora clarages.

That doll from a boat, Jack.

Miss Debbie Smith, come on in.

Morning, Mr. Cade.

Tom Clyde, speak to you.

You don't need anyone to speak for you, darling.

You saved my life.

Well, the gun just went off.

Lucky shot.

Tell you what.

Why don't we all go down to the angel?

For food.

Jack, there is a contract out on you.

So what?

When I hear Debbie Smith's with me?

Anyone?

Any get your gun, eh?

Come over here, Chief Superintendent.

What do you see?

A city teaming with Villainson.

One of them is a car thief.

I'm not quite with you.

One of them has stolen a car.

More than one, I'm sure.

With reference to a specific car.

Had your car stolen, sir?

Red Camaro, property of one Louis G.

Ferraro.

He's a villain.

Smack dealer.

The drug squad took his motor apart, then rebuilt it.

Like in the French connection.

Do you visit the cinema, sir?

Your left talent Dempsey drove off in it.

I've discussed it with the deputy commissioner.

We feel vis-a-vis yesterday's discussion.

I'm not parting with Dempsey.

We feel that this affords you an ideal opportunity.

Of roasting our American cookout.

And returning him whence he came.

He's a damn good detective.

So are you.

So was I, before I got command of this desk.

Spikings, SI10 has made a few enemies.

With respect, sir, doesn't every new department?

That's worth its salt.

Your squad rides rough shot over police procedures.

And conventions established in the met over 50 years.

Maybe they need changing.

Dempsey's name keeps coming up in complaints.

Dempsey and DS make peace.

Well, I can't just cut them off like wolves from the sledge.

Horses.

It's the wolves who do the chasing.

If SI10 is to go down, we all go down together.

OK.

You've got to come clean.

What do you mean?

How do you get so tasty?

Tasty?

Handy.

Able to look after yourself.

Don't like to talk about it.

False yourself.

Then I had to get in jumpy.

They think you might be there.

Have I heard of Rio?

Rio de Janeiro.

Oh, yes, sure, sure.

When I was 16, I was at a really posh school.

Confident.

I could tell.

That's why I said you wasn't there.

False.

I ran off with a sailor.

Decading.

To Rio.

Got pregnant.

He moved on.

So I got a job in the cafe by the harbour.

I'm sure you know the kind of scene.

Plus you learnt to look after yourself.

Got saved from my life with Sin by one.

Wait for it.

Marco O'Hara.

A gun runner.

He taught me the trade.

By the time I was 20, I could shoot the Kahumis off a fly at 30 yards.

You can't be caught.

Why?

Because even a rookie wouldn't come up with a light that dreadful.

Looks clean to me.

Morocco jacks planning to make a name for himself.

He won't tell me how.

Natch.

But he still needs a wheel, man.

Well, the cause and tent of Paul.

Spread the tail of an American driver in London.

Very able, very fast, big cocaine.

But a cop's supposed to push the word there and form us.

Well, time is pressing, Lieutenant.

Say Jack finds someone else.

Yeah, I better give him some inspiration fast.

What do you mean?

Something subtle, but attention-grabbing.

Subtle?

You know me.

This is the Dorchester Arcade, Mayfair.

Right.

There are two jewellers.

Here and here.

Each carrying displays of rocks worth 700 grand.

You've had them valued, I suppose.

I have, Mickey, yes.

How are we going to hit them both and stand a chance of clearing out?

What we need.

My son.

As I have been saying, ad bleed nauseam is a decent wheelman.

More than a getaway driver, an artist.

Now that's style.

I

have eight packets of white powder.

Cocaine.

Dempsey, a chic Luigi Ferraro's snow drops out of the motor.

Good luck.

Do the car crews know to now manage to get away?

No, we want it to look kosher, Guff.

Well, let's hope they don't fall it up.

Dempsey's basically a hood.

You'll get clear.

Possibly in possession of drugs.

Subject may be armed.

Approach with caution.

Hello.

All right, all right.

Take it easy.

Sorry, Officer.

That's entrapment.

I keep telling you, John.

We're not cops.

We're planning a black.

A blackie.

A heist.

That's what you're telling me for, huh?

Whisper is.

There's a yank driver in town.

A wheelman.

Big Coke, syndicate.

You were driving Ferraro's car.

The great snowman.

Ferraro's in a slammer.

Who exactly are you?

Who are you?

I'm Morocco, Jack.

Whisper is.

Your team may need an London town.

Whisper is what you guys had for the obit page.

I'd have been better with the law.

Riley.

Mason.

Serfimo.

Shultz.

Weston.

O'Hara.

First name.

Tom.

Dwayne.

Take it, Beck.

It's good.

It's an honest answer.

What's your heist?

Two million gems.

What's the catch?

Two jewellers.

And then closed arcade.

We've got two minutes, forty seconds to do the law.

What part of town?

In the center.

A new third.

Ten percent.

You killed her.

We never cared about business.

The name's Danny.

Not content with stealing a vehicle in our care.

He proceeds to wreck it.

Endangering the lives of six police officers and umpteen members of the public.

With respect, sir, he was operating on by instructions.

To turn south London into a demolition derby.

All the drivers involved had been breached, sir.

On whose authority?

Chief Superintendent.

On whose authority?

Precisely.

Mine, sir.

You see?

You see?

That's exactly the kind of complaint being leveled against you.

And what have you to show for it?

Two officers have infiltrated a new London team which is

planning a spectacular heist in order to make their mark.

And that's it?

Plus, sir.

Because of Lieutenant Dempsey, the drug squad recovered four K's of

cocaine which they've previously been unable to find.

The street value of... Thank you, spikings.

I'm afraid you'll need more than that.

To keep your squad's head off the chopping block.

That's the first one.

Me and Pres did that one.

Loud exterior alarm.

Two mail assistants, late 20s.

Fit.

We're going where to use these.

Where's the second one?

Far end out, Isaac's.

Eight hundred grand's worth looking out at you.

That's twelve milama plate.

And the doors kept light.

That's where you come in.

You put the car through the window.

Mickey does the snatch.

Okay.

What do you think?

You're the driver.

Right?

Excuse me a second.

Would you hold on to that place?

Right against that pillar.

Great.

It's about a foot out of sight for a Jaguar XA-6.

So?

Tight.

Tier gas.

I can't drive when I'm crying.

Ellen, you know, Mickey?

And this handsome young here is Danny or Tom,

or I'll take you picking that right, my friend.

Please, to me.

Hi, Danny.

Hi, Miss.

It's Miss Debbie Smith.

Danny Salaputra.

She saved her life.

Saved your life, Jack.

Lucky shot.

Amy Bop.

Hey, Mickey.

Are you American?

That's right.

New York.

You know what they're saying.

If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.

Hey, you two look as if you've known each other forever.

It's like the first sight.

Don't you remember, Jack?

No, I lasted for a side-eyed, so you want to watch this bloke, Debbie?

It's a main driver.

We all know what that means.

No, Mickey.

What does it mean?

Well, you know, the double oak treats his room and the way treats his cars.

Is that right, Mr. Salaputra?

Salaputra.

I don't think so.

I never had a car gives me a bad tune of certain women, I know.

How do you feel about Coca-Cola?

You told them.

Yeah, give me a piece.

Give me a piece of me.

Get stuck.

I don't know this bloke.

No time.

Give me a look.

Good morning.

Morning.

Listen, Danny.

I want to thank you for last night.

Hey, part of service.

How's your wife?

Love.

Yeah, so are I.

I'll use your phone.

Yes, Debbie.

Debbie?

Jump tonight.

Cheers.

You were great last night.

And the beastro.

Strange.

I didn't even feel scared.

Well, you know how it is.

Sometimes you just sail right through and... sometimes...

Boys are back in a gym.

Going to do the job today.

You said Friday.

Need the bread.

If those three gangs want to war, I got both fighters.

Jack, why didn't you take Ellen back to France and open up a restaurant or something?

Debbie, I'm not in a catering business.

I'm a gangster.

Are you sure?

Women.

Okay.

Debbie.

Take a lady any way she wants to go.

Right.

We're two, Miss.

I had a horrible feeling we were going to get a real taxi.

What's the score?

They're going to hit the Dorchester Arcade at four o'clock today.

Don't see one some meat in 50 minutes.

Well, it's not your lot in the shooting last night.

What do you think?

We've got a complaint.

Only one?

Right.

We hit the arcade as planned.

Danny, here's going to heist the car.

Do you want to help, Benny?

Nope.

Other work alone.

I've cashed all weapons at a barge at Jackson's Wharf.

That's also a garage there.

Hmm?

No sweat.

It's okay, a car.

We're on day two at Jackson's Wharf in Danny.

On half to hours.

Somebody ought to go with this guy.

I'm a very good judge of me.

Danny's okay.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

So this man, Cade, is going to drive his Jaguar

motor car through the Dorchester Arcade, Mayfair.

Hit two jeweler shops, then barge his way through London traffic in his reinforced

car with two million pounds worth of stolen gems.

Yeah, that's about it, and I'm not sure.

It would be the crime of the year.

Crime of the month, sir.

It's a very naughty city.

Oh, this is excellent.

Excellent?

The man crazy?

A lot of people could get killed.

No, no, no.

We'll take over the whole precinct, stake it out.

Armed officers in all the shops, block off the arcade with trucks,

and we use fire hoses to quiet the opposition.

No, no.

That would damage the shops.

Tear gas.

Yes.

Tear gas.

Are you okay, sir?

Sergeant, make peace.

I can't begin to tell you what something like this means.

Thank God.

There is a God after all.

What a cool chief.

This guy came.

Or I'll go check.

He's a pussy cat.

He was with some tough guys in French prison, but he's out of his league, you know.

What are you suggesting, Lieutenant?

What Dempsey is suggesting, sir, is that we hit them at this Jackson's Wharf place.

Because with arms and equipment for robbery, we can do them for conspiracy.

Yeah, I was right.

I mean, my big public should have.

Because, boy, somebody on the top floor is trying to close us down.

And we need something like this to put us back on the map.

We need?

All right, I need.

And I need loyalty.

Does anyone believe that, sir?

Yo!

I need a car!

Take, take, pick!

Take my pick.

I'll steal one.

Oh, Mickey, this is a work of art.

Beautiful job.

Now we just gotta paint it down and blend it in, you know.

Very good time, we've got four hours.

All right, Mick.

We got ourselves a tank.

Yeah, the first one.

There is 11 now, Jack.

Let's have a look.

Yeah, one tiny boy, we're almost there.

Morocco.

Don't get you in or out.

I got 10% right now,ness.

Starring, Jack.

Okay, Jack.

Let's walk.

Bunch of creeps.

Like the man said, Morocco.

There ain't no room for you in the smoke.

We thought, after all that time in the desert, you would appreciate the water.

Yeah, buyer.

307, you'll be bubbling.

That's precise.

You know, I've seen this once.

It was in a movie.

The tide came in, as your crabs came in at Guy's feet.

Boy!

Give my cut to Alan.

Where have you been, sucker?

This really necessary?

Sure it's bound.

When we hit that arcade, you'll do your blem.

Yeah, rather than face a 10 stretch.

So early, we wanted to find a car park.

The timetable's changed.

We're going early.

I've got 40 officers in five vans, a couple of blocks from here.

We have three in here.

Roger?

Two at each end with shotguns.

Okay.

I want five in each of the target shops with pistols, one shotgun per team.

Oh, certainly we won't be able to.

Now, when the Jaguar enters the arcade, we let them hit the first shot,

and then block those entrances with container tracks.

Good word.

Oh, bloody hell.

Really?

Just a three-pack.

Gold!

That's demi!

Cops, you bastard!

Drive!

Drive!

Oh!

Life is hard, then you die.

Hey, please!

You got it!

Thanks.

Jack, turn this way.

I'll try and keep him for you.

Hey, my two friends.

I knew you'd turn all right.

Not exactly.

False.

Too straight to be villains.

Sorry, you're Jack.

Well, Morocco, Jack.

You're for a lagging sunshine.

They're so lagging.

What is it, wagging?

It means a long stretch.

Don't worry, I know a good lawyer.

You're going to smash up, demi.

It's Harry, actually.

Yeah, we'll pull out to the floor, yeah.

Hey, Debbie Smith.

Yes.

Danny's up on Lutro.

Salaputro.

I'm wetting them cold.

You look it.

I could do with a bit of warming.

Mm, I bet you could.

If you still got that apartment, we could finish what we started.

We didn't start anything, remember.

Didn't we?

Yeah.