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The milkman's a new bloke.

He'll want paying. Well, do it.

Morning, love.

That's two yoghurts and two pints, right?

That's £4.64, please.

You're new. Where's Brian?

Oh, he's on vacation.

Wrong yoghurt? Wrong word.

We don't go on vacation. We go on holiday.

Right.

Pin's out!

Put 'em away and back off!

Or we all go!

Where you gonna go, holding that?

Anywhere I want. Cos you're coming with me.

No way.

Armed police officer.

Where's the pin?

Where's the pin?!

Threw it away!

I never had a partner I could ask this before.

You got a bobby pin?

And this stuff - this is heavy stuff.

This is not just Saturday night special.

Huh, Doc? What do you think?

I mean, this scoop is definitely anti-social, right?

Not necessarily. "Not necessarily".

Where does a gang like this get this kind of stuff?

Mail order. Very good.

It was stolen from an army convoy.

Army convoy?

Last October.

In broad daylight.

By a very professional gang.

So how come MI5 don't give us a crack at those guys,

instead of this Mickey Mouse liberation group?

The MI5 request was to take out this terrorist cell. And that's all.

Wouldn't it be a rather nice feather in your cap, sir,

if we could deliver the suppliers of these weapons?

Yeah. Maybe a whole bunch of feathers, chief.

You could make some discreet enquiries.

Start looking. Right. So where do we start?

Local papers, under ads like "How to increase your firepower"?

Well, no doubt that's how it's done in America.

Oh, yeah. We call it free enterprise, though.

See, you mail 15 million bucks to an address in New Jersey,

and they mail you back the USS Saratoga.

Only cops still don't do the feds' laundry.

Oh, sorry, Doc.

You know, I've always been meaning to ask...

I mean, wouldn't it be better

if you stretched brains instead of shrinking 'em?

Why do you provoke him? Who, me?

I don't know. Guys like that get on my nerves.

Right, then we load up.

And away. Transfer. Drop the van there...

the lorry here.

Back in time for Playschool.

Any problems?

Who's this lot for, Jimmy?

That's my department.

You do the job... you get paid.

Just asking, like.

You know, there was a time when dinosaurs ruled the earth.

You know what did them in, don't you?

Curiosity.

You like guns, Andy?

Or are you just into grenades? Whatever it takes.

"Whatever it takes".

To kill little old ladies in shopping centres?

Kids in playgrounds... If they get in the way, yeah.

And it's not your fault. That's right.

You know something, Makepeace? I was wrong.

This ain't no Mickey Mouse outfit.

Look, the sooner you people learn that... No, I owe Mickey an apology.

We're definitely dealing with rats here.

Harder to trap. Oh, real tough.

You know, it ain't every common sewer rat

that would blow itself away to protect its source of cheese.

Now, this is gonna take a real bad pussycat.

You know what these are?

Rat pellets. Pick one.

Pick one!

Lock the door.

Now you know they're real.

We're gonna play your favourite game.

Chicken. Right?

Want to pick another? No chance.

Me first?

Not funny, Dempsey. Tell him that.

It's a double act, is it? The old soft-hard?

No act. This is for real.

This separates the rodents from the men.

Hey, what was the name of that movie?

Oh, c'mon, it was one of my favourites. Lon Chaney and, er...

Burgess Meredith, wasn't it? Oh, great picture.

Used to make me cry. You're insane! Don't goad him! Stop this, Dempsey.

He wouldn't have the nerve...

Who supplied them, Andy?

You a bleedin' lunatic, or something?!

I don't know. You'd have to ask the psychiatrist.

How about it, Doc?

have you gone completely crazy?

I'm gonna make this rat squeal. This man has rights!

This has no rights! This is vermin! Vermin has no rights!

You're gonna blow your career! I don't care.

You can't do this! Watch me!

Dempsey, I'm warning you!

OK, chicken rat...

Jimmy who?

I swear, I don't know!

Where is he? Where do I find him?

You don't!

Fella orders for him, phones them in.

He lets you know when it's ready. Who's the fella?

Billy Lucas.

You'll find him at the football stadium, Walworth Road.

That's all I know!

You pay Billy to leave the stuff in the van.

Put it down, Dempsey.

You guys oughta know me better.

I wouldn't hurt a mouse.

Come on, let's get this lot in!

We've been here all day. Take it easy.

Open up!

Right! Let's have your ticket.

I know I had it when I left Aldershot.

Did you? Then you'd better still have it, hadn't you?

What are you laughing at, King Kong?

Nothing, what?

Say "Sergeant" to the nice Sergeant.

Nothing, Sergeant.

Right. Let's start with you, shall we? Name, rank, number.

477197,

Montgomery, BL, Field Marshal...

Sergeant.

You think that's funny, do you?

You're both on a charge. Pay book?

This do?

Tell 'em to load up.

You alone, Mr Edwards?

You've made a mess of things, Ben.

A bloody mess.

Oh. Sorry.

Why did you shoot those soldiers?

I-I couldn't get out of it.

Why did you shoot them?

I had to. You said.

I had to protect my cover, like you said!

I must have been mad.

Which one shot you?

Big fella. 6'5", 4"...

About 16 stone.

Yeah.

The Geordie.

He's the one you want. Geordie?

From the North. Newcastle.

5'11", 12 stone.

Ex-regular. Ran the show.

How do you know he was a vet?

Didn't like the army. You can tell?

You can tell.

Tough character, the sergeant. Your royal army breed 'em that way?

British, not royal.

Navy's royal.

Got a Royal Air Force.

Royal Marines. Royal Marines.

What's the matter? Queen don't like the army?

Her Majesty happens to be its commander-in-chief.

You sore about something?

Oh, I know. It was that, wasn't it?

That got to you, didn't it?

You know, the guy who taught me that could palm a bowling ball...

Look, this may come as a shock to you, but I'm really not interested.

Look, I woulda told you, but this way,

it looked like you cared, you know? Just forget it.

What's the matter with you?

You're the matter.

Basically, I don't think I can work with you any more.

Oh, yeah? You're too trigger-happy.

Trigger-happy?

Me, huh? Oh, that's a laugh.

The sound you hear is nobody laughing.

It got him, didn't it? It worked.

'Control to Charlie five.'

Look, if you're looking for sensitivity,

go partner a ballet dancer. 'Control to Charlie five.

'Come in, Charlie five.' Charlie five.

Stand by, Charlie five.

'I've had a word with our cloak-and-dagger friends.'

Seems they want to work in with you on the arms deal.

Now they ask. Certainly, sir.

Your liaison officer will be Keith Edwards.

you will be both cooperative and polite.

Roger, sir.

Would you please tell Lieutenant Dempsey to make his own way there?

'I thought he was with you.'

I'm right here, chief. You can tell Sergeant Makepeace

I wouldn't ride with her if she was naked on a Harley-Davidson

with a rose in her teeth.

What the hell is going on there?!

Tell Lieutenant Dempsey he should be so lucky.

Over and out.

You know, sometimes I think we're too hard on the boss.

I have a reputation

as a bit of a maverick in the intelligence service.

Well, that's not exactly a problem for me.

Depends what you mean by "maverick".

Somebody who don't run with the herd. No pedigree.

Don't play by the rules.

Sounds like we're the same kind of guy.

We're tolerated. For the same reason.

We get results.

Oh, the intelligence service

is a good deal more egalitarian than it was.

But the old school tie boys still run it. You know?

You have to play the game their way if you want to get on.

if you went to grammar school

and your daddy was a waiter.

Well, we bring home the bacon, right?

And what do I do? Make the tea?

Chief Superintendent Spikings

was very complimentary about you too, Harriet.

Now, this latest raid.

Any thoughts on where we might start?

We think they're vets.

They know the routine, where the shipments are going.

They steal to order and know exactly what to take.

We have some information on one of them.

Jimmy the Geordie? No. The big one.

His name's Ben Davis.

Leg-breaker. Ex-wrestler.

Known as Big Ben.

Well, then, he shouldn't be too hard to find.

I'd take him seriously, Jim.

According to CRO, he's done a lot of time for the violent stuff.

Small brain, but a frightening amount of muscle.

He's quite an animal.

Aggressive. Ruthless.

Extremely violent.

And he likes guns.

What do you got on Ben Davis?

Convictions for GBH, ABH,

robbery, malicious wounding and firearms offences.

Mm-hm.

A real sweetheart.

I'm not happy.

I don't like Edwards. I don't like Edwards, either.

I thought you came from the same side of the tracks?

What, are you kidding? That guy ain't never seen a subway.

He was schmoozing me.

Seems like the Home Office want you back, Dr Swann.

But I have more tests to do. I haven't seen Peters or Galloway.

Sick leave.

The rest of us sane and fit for the job, are we?

Well, most of your officers seem to cope well enough.

That shrink gets on my nerves.

What's he doing hanging around here, anyway?

Those arms raids started six months ago.

Yeah, well, maybe it took Edwards six months

to figure out he needed help.

Only one I have serious reservations about.

One I feel exhibits an unacceptable level of...

What are they saying in there, anyway?

Why us? Why not the Branch?

We're better.

There's more. There's GOT to be more.

He's been chasing them for six months.

What's he got to show for it? A few subversives.

Always the customers, never the suppliers.

He gave us Ben Davis.

One name in six months?

Do you remember what the sergeant said?

He said Jimmy gave the orders. Jimmy was the leader.

But your maverick friend didn't give us Jimmy.

He gave us brainless Ben.

You wanna go to a football match?

Billy Lucas?

You held your end up like a good 'un.

Maybe he's dead.

It doesn't matter. You showed him.

Ah. Yeah. There's no stopping us now! Right, Jimmy?

Right. They'll all be real scared.

When's the next job?

Billy Lucas is already onto something.

I'm Billy Lucas. You were asking for me?

I'm Carter. This is the money.

You do business here?

Depends on the business.

Some business I only do on personal recommendation.

You know what I mean? Well, Andy recommends you.

Only my client has a very suspicious nature.

So do I, sunshine. I don't know any Andy.

Caution can be carried to extremes, Mr Lucas.

What line are you in?

Hardware.

Wheelbarrows and that?

No wheelbarrows.

Don't know... Hey, stop wasting my time.

You told me you could fix this, no problem. This man is an idiot.

Take it easy. No deal. It's off. We're going.

Hey... You can go waste somebody else's time.

Look, look... Don't be so hasty. Just - just wait a wee minute.

Er, this Andy, is he a wee geezer with ginger hair?

Tall geezer, dark hair. Let's go. Hey...

Andy said you'd take us to Jimmy.

No, I can't do that.

But I can take your order.

Well, we offer a complete range of domestic in-service goods,

as you well know.

All the leading brands.

You pay half in advance

and half on delivery. What can I interest you in?

We have a very large order, Mr Lucas, if you can supply it.

Well, what do you want? SLRs?

SMGs? GPMGs? Mortars, grenades?

Claymores, sidewinders?

You name it, we can supply it.

For our particular purpose...

..details of which you have no need to know...

..we require...

one current model,

fully armed, fuelled and operational tank.

I told you, we can only afford one!

He ordered what?!

You know Dempsey. He thinks big.

Says it's easier to keep tabs on.

Can I go now, sir?

Yes. No.

Wait a minute.

How are things between you and Dempsey?

In what way, sir?

Is he easy to work with, as a partner?

No worse than usual. No problems, then?

Nothing I can't handle.

You would tell me if there were, wouldn't you?

Er, problems, I mean.

If things started to get out of hand?

If he showed signs of...

You mean, like ordering a tank?

Oh, that's just extravagance. No, I mean...

..an unacceptable level of...

I think you know what I mean,

I know it's difficult to judge with Dempsey,

but there is a line, even for Yankee police officers.

I want to know, in your judgement,

if he crosses it.

I'll let you know if he crosses it.

Freeze, turkey!

Drop it!

Drop it, fella!

I don't wanna...

Guy was crazy!

Did you identify yourself,

It was the damn uniform.

Good work, Jim.

Yeah.

We ran his prints through MoD's computer.

His name was Jimmy Casper.

He liked sailing, squash and assaulting officers.

Spent seven years in army prisons.

Dishonourable discharge, April 1983.

Well, I don't suppose you'll lose any sleep over it.

I should have said I was a cop.

It wouldn't have made any difference.

I don't suppose he liked policemen any better.

Now we only have Big Ben.

We'll get him. Soon, I hope.

Cos now he's on his own, he's more dangerous than ever.

I assume you've tried the clubs.

Clubs?

I gather he sometimes works in one of those strip clubs

down near the docks.

As a bouncer. But I don't know which one.

Well, good to see you both again.

Oh, Harriet?

Could I have a word?

I'll wait in the car.

You don't like me, do you?

Does it matter?

Well, I'm used to it.

I think you're being a bit hard on Jim, though.

He's used to it.

Do you mind some advice?

A man like Jim relies on his instincts, Harriet.

Now, while they're intact, he functions efficiently.

But once he's made to question them...

once he's made to doubt them...

you damage him more than you could know.

You damage him, and you endanger him.

He's a machine, you see.

A killer.

I think I know Dempsey rather better than you do.

I hope so. For his sake.

I saw that! Come here!

Come on, Ben. Don't give me no trouble.

I don't play with cheats! You'd better go, mate.

Mrs Braccas has called the law.

It's my day off. You're on today.

Yeah, I know.

Then you're gonna have to bounce me.

Argh!

Dempsey, Makepeace?

Hot Kat Club. Sounds like your man.

Aw...

I hate to miss a good party.

It's all right, Mr Edwards.

Police can't touch me, cos I work for you.

I can't protect you from this, Ben.

You were an informant.

That's all you were. That's all you ever were.

You're not James Bond. Nobody licensed you to kill.

I-I didn't mean to kill him.

It was my error as much as yours.

We done another job yesterday.

I was gonna tell you.

It's a bit late now.

What happens now, then, Mr Edwards?

Do I give myself up?

No, don't do that.

Do you have, er...

any place you can go for a while?

Some place you can go till this blows over?

Yeah, my mum's. Yeah.

Good. You go there.

And I'll tell you when it's safe.

Did you ever see this man before?

He's the one done Jimmy.

Soldier, isn't he?

Police. SI-10.

A very highly trained and ruthless man.

If he finds you, he won't give you any more chance than he gave Jimmy.

I-I ain't scared of him.

No, I didn't think you would be, somehow. But...

if you do ever come across him...

..remember what I said.

Hello, Ben!

What are you doing here? I've come to see you, Mum.

Look, I got you some stuff.

What'd you pinch this time? The Crown Jewels?

Oh, Ben.

You shouldn't have come here.

Well, I don't like you living here,

It ain't safe.

Oh, no one bothers me!

No, they all know who you are.

We'll find it. All right.

Hey, Edwards, nice work.

Ding-dong!

He knows where Ben is? An apartment block in Wapping.

Seems Mama's boy came home for tea.

You coming, or what?

Just you and me?

He said no cavalry. Don't wanna scare the big guy off.

You wanna tell me? Or are you gonna make a production out of it?

Your theory.

You got "theory" written all over your face.

Just questions.

Let's hear 'em. Well, question number one you know already.

How come Edwards always delivers the buyers and never the suppliers?

You answer it. OK, simple.

Edwards knows about every raid in advance,

because he knows who they're selling to, because he's got someone inside.

He's running one of them.

Ben. I mean, he's already told us why.

Edwards admits he's a maverick. Results are all he cares about.

So he lets Ben and his gang run,

and they lead him to terrorist organisations.

And he delivers the organisations to his MI5 boss,

and voila, he's the golden-haired boy.

All right, let me guess question number two.

Why's Edwards leading us to Ben?

Not us. You.

Ben's become an embarrassment...

And he wants Ben dead, and he thinks you're a killer.

What do you think?

What do you want? Are you Mrs Davis?

He don't live here no more. I don't know where he is.

Mrs Davis, we need your help. You've got a nerve.

We want to help your son. Fat lot you care!

Look, we want to help him. Please help us.

Look, just tell him to come out real quiet. That's all we want.

You leave my mum alone!

I'm not bothering her.

Look. I'm not bothering her. OK?

Mr Edwards sent us.

They don't work for Mr Edwards.

He's SI-10.

Leave him alone. You're right.

You're right. We're working with Edwards on this one.

You shot Jimmy!

You shot the sergeant. I had to!

I had to protect my cover!

Mr Edwards wants to see you.

Then why isn't he here?

He sent us.

I don't know. Mum!

Put it down, fella. Go on, put it down.

Tell him to put it down.

Put it down, son.

You're not gonna get me to give myself up!

Ben, don't do this! Tell him to stop!

Benjamin! Put that thing down!

If you follow me, I'll shoot!

Hold your fire!

Hold it!

Dempsey's up there, guv.

Dempsey? I want you down here now.

Look out!

Bloody hell.

Chas, get your men away from those cars.

Right, guv. Get away from the cars!

Fall back from the cars!

Get away from the cars! Get away from the cars!

Did Edwards call you, sir?

Are you accusing Edwards of setting this up?

Can you prove it?

Not if they kill Ben, sir.

What do you think? He'll kill whoever walks through that door.

Or himself. Or both.

Send your men in. The man's a killer.

I'm the one who gives orders around here.

Ben?

It's Dempsey. I wanna talk.

I'm coming in.

I'll blast you!

I know you're not a coward, Ben.

I'm gonna throw my gun down.

Here it goes.

I... I don't trust you!

There's a shrink down there that thinks I'm crazy.

You know what I think about shrinks?

I think they're nuts.

Hey... Nice shooting, kid.

You could have shot me.

When we were outside.

You know how to handle a gun.

You've been in the army?

They didn't want me.

Jimmy was, though. Yeah?

He didn't like it.

I would.

I like guns.

Yeah, well, uh...

You've got quite a collection.

Yeah, I know. I've been saving. Jimmy didn't know.

You won't tell Mr Edwards?

No.

He said that I'd get a badge.

But I never did.

Is that real?

Well, I don't know about the gold, but...

it's a real New York Police Department detective's shield.

What's that bit say?

Lieutenant.

What the hell. Why don't you keep it?

I can get another one.

You're in trouble, Ben.

I know.

I think it's time to go.

You sent me up there to kill him.

I thought we came from the same side of the track.

You're finished.

How did you persuade him to come down?

I slapped him around a little.