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And I push your granny to sink your maddies.

Maddie!

You wanna do it?

Charlie Five to control.

We've been here all night.

The steak has a big zilch.

You want to come in?

Yeah.

You want to come in?

You fancy a drink, Governor?

Forget the academy, what, huh?

It's a bump-tip.

Oh, super.

Thank God for that.

Oh!

Oh, Jimmy, you didn't have smell.

Dear girl, what aids for the authentic?

Authentic, huh?

What was it you rubbed on your body?

Drive on.

Keep trying.

What's up?

Keep moving.

Just spotted a nasty pimp.

Name of that windshore.

Does a nice sideline in drugs as well?

Shall we tickle him?

Right, not the morning.

More five, baby.

Today, I'm gonna be rich.

You're rich already.

Who is it, Charlie?

There's somebody in the alley.

Some you're drunk.

Are you the guy I'm supposed to meet?

I sure am.

So you will let him do business then?

Yeah.

Okay.

Here's what I want.

Please, stop right, shoot!

Who did it?

I

mean, we're on to him pretty fast.

I guess he was lucky.

Unlike Detective Sergeant Bartholomew.

Or perhaps the pair of you were just slipping.

Then you are slipping.

Every time a cop pulls a jaywalker, he should think it through.

I suggest you were both tired.

Just completed a long staker which proved to be a time-waster.

And you were both totally switched off.

Or cut the ball.

Jimmy was slow to shoot, and that's why he's laying on a slab.

Okay.

Who says they shoot?

I didn't show how to go with him.

It was a little warm when we found it.

I bet it was.

Black girl, probably one of his hookers.

What makes you think that?

8 a.m.

Got like the deceased dressed like he was walking away at a prayer meeting.

Any fingerprints on that gun, sir?

No, a shotgun's clean.

12 gauge.

So are the shells.

Looking for a male Caucasian average height average boat.

That covers about 60 with ins and out precinct?

Precinct?

I thought I'd make him feel at home.

Okay.

Go find me the girl.

And find me the killer.

I want everybody on the streets.

Jimmy Bartholomew was one of us.

Something wrong.

What?

That guy with the shotgun.

Too quick, too cool.

Somehow he doesn't fit into this.

Look, it's too pimp, sliding over a few tarts or... piece of territory or whatever.

No way.

There's something wrong.

I can smell it.

Well, why do you smell the time you need to shower and change my clothes?

Yeah, don't fit the shave.

Shaz, you need a favor.

What?

Jimmy Bartholomew's personal file ASAP.

No red tape.

Can do it?

Okay.

Thanks.

I appreciate that.

See you later.

Be good.

You got enough money?

Sure.

Are you doing anything about three?

I've got that American in the accountant.

On your way, drop into Luigi's St. John's Wood.

Luigi's bad news, Billy.

I told him you'd do him a favor.

How's your pain?

A couple of lines.

See you later.

One minute away.

Adrian's standing there.

And there's money.

Lost him.

Do you know who he is?

He's a trick I pulled at the club.

I don't know his name.

Oh, why?

Where did he think?

I was right.

Again?

Still.

About what?

I remember Jimmy telling me he had specialist training.

He certainly had.

Yeah, well, I never seen what this trainer like is.

Look at this.

What the hell is this?

Here.

Look at the scores on reflex testing.

Wow.

He was a crack shot.

That's right.

The guy who took him out was no cheap hood.

That gun was custom built and untraceable.

An expensive class act like that to take out a nobody pimp.

That's what's wrong with this.

What are you doing here?

Billy?

What's she doing here?

Did you hear about Eggman?

Yeah.

So, who's going to be looking after you now?

Faith thought maybe you might.

It's going to cost bundles to set you up in decent clothes, isn't it?

All right.

You can come with me, doll.

Did you do what I told you, remember?

Well, do it now.

You're going to tell me the truth.

I want to know why everyone was killed, okay?

The subject's just leaving.

She's driving a gunmetal Porsche, registration Kilo, Lima, Papa,

261 Victor, over.

According to criminal records, Edmond Schuwound has this company.

Right now.

And Italian, name of Picasso.

I heard that name before.

Okay, okay.

I need you to send me to Palomac, you know, okay?

What you want?

We want a mini cab.

They got taxes on this street.

Yes, well, we specifically want one of your mini cabs.

To go where?

Edwin Shores.

I never read of you.

Now listen to me, pig breath.

The lady and I are police officers.

Could you show him a little thing, please?

That's wrong.

Thank you.

I don't know anything.

Who shot your partner?

Partner?

Yeah, Edwin Shores.

Sir, please, I got the bad art.

You got the what?

Bad heart.

You're a lot better shaped than Edwin.

Eddie, I...

He was what you called his sleeping partner.

He never caught me up.

But to collect his money.

You paid protection?

Yeah, but it's all legal.

Look, look, Stosh, and this I got here.

Simple.

Edwin Shores forced Mr. Picasso here to make him a partner.

50-50, sir.

It is the way she's saying.

Well, I don't make you a chief man or this fellow.

You've got a motive, friend.

Yeah, well, there is always another one.

That's the truth.

Where did he live?

With faith.

So should be all.

Faith McCarge is one of his girls.

Write it down.

See?

Thank you.

Who shot your partner?

My daughter.

Oh, my mother, confirmation gun.

I don't know what Eddie's business is.

We'll be back.

Yeah.

We've turned this on.

You still want to come?

Ciao.

You do that?

No.

There's a happy group.

What is it?

It's all the girls.

You know what?

Yes.

Tiffany Grace.

We're at school together.

Grace!

Police!

Don't freak out!

Hold it!

I'm on power.

You don't want to get done for men, so do you.

I should have shot him.

Logic tells me it must be the same man.

It wasn't.

Look, somebody blew away Edwin Calvin Shaw.

A pimp.

Somebody paid a visit to his number...

to his number one girl's pad a few hours later before taking it on the toes.

Same outfit.

But it's not the same man.

Why are you both so sure?

Only one person got a proper glimpse of the killer.

That was young Jimmy.

And he's croaked.

Well, the first guy was a killer.

The second wasn't.

We'd be lying in there donating our blood to the carpet.

He's driving, sir.

Harry.

We're only checking on that name.

Tiffany Grace.

Anything?

Yeah.

The drug squad have had to run the surveillance.

We're on a stake out in St John's wood.

How was that for you?

Marjony Moore fun and falling off a subway platform.

I like that.

That's honest.

My compliments to Billy.

Would you tell him the next delivery will be next month, eh?

Next month, OK?

Billy said you had a couple of lines for me.

Billy said that.

Sure.

Till next time, then.

Harry!

Tiffany!

Hi!

How are you doing?

Fine, how are you?

Fine.

What you up to these days?

Oh, isn't that?

Who about you?

When I joined the police force, actually.

What?

It's funny, isn't it?

It's like this, Tiff.

Drug bust.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to search your bag, Tiff.

Look, couldn't we do some kind of deal?

What's this?

What does it say?

You think I'm shooting cement?

You know, babe, you are proving to be a whole lot of trouble.

Billy, maybe we should tip off the law.

Anonymous, like... I mean, this block is going to kill a very important man.

You don't want to be accomplices.

What is it with you?

I can see you now while the bloke was trying to top you.

Is that what you're going to do?

The law could stop him.

I don't inform.

Lords are killer.

So what?

Everyone's entitled to a living, aren't they?

Billy, it's not some kind of brotherhood.

The guy killed a cop.

They'll never let go.

So what?

Probably reckon it was you.

Don't you think I'll know that?

The murdered police officer lived with his widow, the mother, in Buckinghamshire.

The police are anxious to question anyone who is within the vicinity of the shooting.

Well, a man, no.

How is the telex room today?

Daddy, I'm bored stiff.

Couldn't I be PA to someone who travels?

Darling, just because I'm a senior executive doesn't mean I can offer you a plum job.

You just have to wait your turn.

Anyway, isn't it time you married to I'm unsuspecting guards, officer?

I'd rather stick needles in my eyes.

I must lie.

I'm taking your brother to the Carlton for supper.

Private room.

P.M.

is going to be there.

Far cry from the telex room.

Soon.

Come

on, hold up, everybody.

F.B.I.

warning to interpol and deuce Scotland Yard.

One Joey, quote, the mouse, unquote, Delaney,

has left his haunts in Miami to fly to London.

Whisperer is the man who is here to carry out a contract.

Victim, unknown.

Delaney has 18 pro killings to his credit.

Two convictions.

One for speeding in Memphis.

One for turning in a restricted street.

I think this one's mine.

I'll see you later when I've dealt with Tiffany.

You want to bow out of this one?

On the contrary, I want you to.

Oh, yeah?

Which is more likely to talk to me.

Oh, girls together and all that?

We're extremely old friends.

So how come nothing rubbed off, then?

Who do you think taught her everything she knows?

That's him.

Here.

What gives?

Read, study, and inwardly digest.

This man is dangerous.

You know, the bureau still talks like it's the 30s.

Point is, my son is dangerous.

He's in London, and AC crime is on my back.

What am I supposed to do?

Just because I'm another American, I can wander out into the street.

I'll be able to find Joey, a mouse, Delaney.

Pick him out in the crowd.

That's about the height and weight of it.

You notice the thinness of the file.

They're not even sure he still looks like the man in the photograph.

How can I serve him?

Should have sent some new pictures.

I want more detailed information on his background.

You have contacts at home.

Make some calls.

I don't do desk work.

You want a bet?

Give us a minute of you.

It's okay.

Listen, Tiff.

Four kilos of herons of five years stretch.

Does your father know?

He thinks I cook executive lunches.

I think you could have the drugs anglers just the other thing.

Look, I don't believe you were pushing the stuff.

I can't see you as a dealer somehow.

But Tiffany, what was the sack doing in your car?

It's Billy.

He said the sack was cemented for some towels he's laying.

He really takes pride in his flat.

Who's Billy?

What a mess.

Who's Billy?

My boyfriend.

Is he your pimp?

No.

Is that him by any chance?

No, that's just a punter.

And the other girl, Faith McCall.

Where is she?

Tiffany.

If I walk out of here without any info, that's an end to any deal they might do.

Harry, you'll kill her.

Who'll kill her?

Tiffany, who'll kill her?

The same man who shot Edwin Shaw?

Yeah.

He's a pro-killer from America.

Faith slept with him three nights ago.

He picked her up at a club.

She said that he's been paid some money to kill someone in London.

So she tells her me, man.

So, um, she and Edwin tried a little blackmail.

Where is Faith now?

Billy's hidden her away.

It's all the heat dies now.

When you kill a cop, the heat never dies down.

Now, where do I find Billy?

Look, do you want him to get shot because that's where this is going to end up?

He mentioned a deal.

Maybe I should not delay you.

Oh, give me a break.

What do you think is a conversion to head made in town?

I think the priority right now is to find

Faith McCall, see if we can get an idea on him.

Using the vice court's prisoner to trace her through Billy.

You see the man you lost today?

Yeah.

Well, I got a homestead.

I don't know.

Who knows?

What are they like, Sherlock Holmes?

Go for it.

Will your school in town play it straight?

If it's a choice between that and prison, yes.

I hate to break up this school reunion.

Different is what I want you to do.

I want you to go in there and see if your man's in there.

And if he is, you tell him that the cubs gave you bail to locate Faith McCall.

And tell him that nobody thinks he shot Edwin Shaw all the cop this morning, okay?

We'll be here.

They're very smart.

They'll play a ball.

And both of you can walk away from this.

What are you doing out, Joe?

They want to speak to Faith.

Good dark rings under your eyes.

So, would you, if you'd spent all day in a police cell?

You want to tell me about police cells?

You want some, uh, fied de bert form coupe?

I'm not hungry.

What I am saying is there's two cops waiting for you out there.

A yank and a blonde chick?

How'd you know?

We, uh, met earlier.

Then there's a lup de meir.

Lup de meir?

I think I killed Edwin.

It's crazy.

They know who the killer is.

Don't even get to me notorious.

Could you see them?

Where are they?

Billy, you're crazy!

Trust me, babe.

We don't need all this.

Come on, babe.

You can do it.

It starts up horrible.

It won't be in Spain.

I hear the weather's lousy.

Screwed up, Billy boy.

All right.

Two police officers.

Possession of a fire-rounding of what he was a person.

That is one who was previously committed a felony.

Assisting a prisoner on bail to abscond.

Conspiracy to prevent the cause of justice with holding evidence.

Yeah.

Dropping litter.

Fowing the footpath and breathing.

You get the picture?

Haven't you two got anything better to do?

Hey, you're in deep trouble, Mac.

Can I put my arms down?

Yeah, go ahead.

A friend of mine got murdered.

I'm not about to see somebody else get murdered because you won't talk.

Don't go!

Now, my Zen master told me it's remarkably difficult

to pick up your teeth with two broken arms.

Maybe we could do a deal.

Hey.

You take me to Faith McCall right now.

Or complain from the prison hospital.

You got a deal.

What name did he use?

Oh.

Allison.

Johnny Allison.

He's going to kill someone.

He told you that.

No.

Well, what do you do talking to sleep or do you read his pockets?

He had 50,000 wrapped in his belt.

I figured he wouldn't miss one or two.

How do you know he's going to kill someone?

I saw his gun.

The paper around the money had a name.

And a date.

The 19th of it nodded.

And Edwin figured a sort of money made him a real bad dude.

That was smart.

Oh, he said he had P6 and 7000 more to get us off his back.

That was stupid.

Who's he going to kill?

What was the name on that piece of paper?

I don't remember.

Great.

He uses a date to find out.

No, this is not a personal call.

Yes, it's a personal call.

Well, it's the same difference.

All right, whatever.

I want to talk to Sergeant Sam Rice, homicide, Miami Police Department,

Florida, USA.

All right, I'll hold.

Thank you, Chief.

Don't mind if I do.

Rice, Dempsey, NYPD.

How you doing, man?

What's life like in New York?

Life is hard, then you die.

Listen, where you been?

I've been trying you all night.

Well, I've been busy.

What can I do for you?

Sam, you're still a man.

I'll contract killers in the state.

If there's anything I don't know, they just bomb the friska.

The name is Delaney.

Joe Rita Mouse.

That dude?

He's supposed to be in London.

England?

The bureau is sweating acid rain over him.

They contacted you on the scene.

Dom all the homicide cop.

What do you think?

I need to hear his M.O.

But dude, get some real close.

Rise and total surprise to get clear.

Also, he's got a weakness for ladies of the night.

Just before a contract.

You know what I mean?

Anything else, Sam?

Who's you worked for for the past few years?

Lots of people.

Lots of people!

I need to hear them all.

That's it.

It's all a bit hazy, okay?

I suppose you were half stoned at the time.

Yeah, so what?

Keeps you sane.

Are you sure there's nothing else?

It's a long night.

Just learn not to remember.

All right, now tune in.

Anything rings a bell.

Give me a sign, all right?

Art Daily.

You're sure?

Give me my own right in here.

Phil Barton.

Alcaster.

Alcaster, think about it.

Alcaster, was that the name on the paper?

Alcaster.

Yeah, it was.

Yeah, it was.

Are you sure it was?

I'm sure, yes it was.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

Right.

I'll run a priority check with Interpol on this coster.

If he's got any interest to protect you, they'll know all about it.

I don't see a word, it was not.

Stay very still.

Albert Frank Coster.

An American from New York.

Now living in London.

We have reason to believe he's the mafia's

European connection with casino interest here.

Fort Squad recently picked up him and his company on a tax evasion charge.

In the tune of... wait for it.

Three million pounds.

The trial starts today.

Star witness is one Charles Radley, Governor of the Bank of England.

His evidence should close down the mob's casino interest

in the UK and put Coster away for fifteen long ones.

Who's that?

Radley is already on his way to the trial.

Getting the star witness on the first day of the trial, it's so cute.

Might just discourage a few others for giving evidence.

Control to Charlie Five, woman.

Charlie Five here, come in, Control.

Radley's travelling in the Black Daimler.

Registration number November Sierra 3843.

At present, they're moving north along New Cross Road.

You should meet them at the Filmer Road intersection.

The driver has been advised there might be trouble, back up on its way.

Over and out.

Bloody yanks running about there all over that.

Please.

It's meant to be an unmarked car, sir.

What's the difference?

Whatever.

Are we pleased with...

You're right, sir.

Yes, I think the driver's here.

Take care of him.

You're facing the wrong direction.

Getting it back, Snooty.

Don't sweat this, I'm mad at you.

They're in my blood.

That wasn't funny, Nancy.

Come on, figure!

We've lost him!

Shall we close the gap, Harry?

Oh, no, it's Dempsey.

No!

I've got a hand in here, make peace.

And what to me, Dempsey?

The way you handle it.

We must speak to spikings about that and see what we can do for her.

That's nice, helping out a little school show.

Harry, another one of your alma mater.

Shalima, hi.

Hi, Harry.

How are you?

This is Dempsey.

Hi.

Where is this school?