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Do you want a lift?

No, thanks. l am
waiting for my mother.

You are Costa?

What do l call you?

Georgi will do.

l feel naked.

l couldn't risk carrying, not through Customs.

This okay?

That's good.

You think good.

We are not amateurs.

Ah, yes, you are.

Why else send for me?

How far?

An hour.

Maybe less, the way you drive.

(GUNSHOT)

You fool!-
-The car is stolen!

l've got papers, passport!
Amateurs!

Cop killer.

Not interested in a cop killer, Doyle?

l didn't say l wasn't interested.
Of course l'm interested.

Not so long ago it
could have been you.

Look, somebody kills a cop,
they stick two fingers up at all of us.

All l asked was why.

Cop killers are for cops to find.
So why us?

lt's not the cop we're interested in.
lt's the car.

Car was abandoned less
than an hour afterwards.

Blood spots. Ties him into the murder right away because
the dead man had an unusual blood group. (LAUGHS)

Lucky.

lucky? That's quite an epitaph.

Ah, what about the car?

Stolen from a British tourist
three days ago in Athens.

We've been through it with a fine tooth-comb.
Plenty of handprints, but they're all blank.

They wore gloves.

So they certainly know their job,
whatever that is.

And look here.

See?

And...

here.

There.

That's where they carried it.

Carried what?

The reason you're here.

We took a paper print. lt's part guesswork, of course, but this
bracket, here, linked to this one, here, carrying a long tube.

And this one, a more compressed form.

Put it together and this
is what l came up with.

A rifle.

Cowley, l am guessing.

They smuggled in a rifle.

Why? You know where to look,
you can find an Armalite.

Because this is no ordinary rifle.
Look at the weight of the barrel,

and the stock.

Made to measure, see.
Probably to fit one man.

A sniper's rifle?

Well, if it is, l've seen
nothing like it before.

A rocket launcher?

Maybe.

Whatever it is, it's something
very, very special.

lt's terrific.

lt is only an instrument.

No, it's more than that.
lt's beautiful.

Powerful.

No-one touches it.

No-one.

l want some coffee.

Sure.

l'll make it.

l like it sweet.

Very sweet.

You are not Greek.

What are you doing here?

l believe in the cause. Your cause.

lt is not mine.

l work for money. Only for money.

And you get some charge
out of revolution, huh?

You find the idea excites you.

And him.

l don't belong to him.

No?

To everybody, perhaps?

Would that matter to you?

The only thing that matters
to me is the job.

l don't want anything cluttering
up my mind until it is over.

l'll be here.

l know.

Coffee won't take long.

Do you want to go over the layout now?

Eventually, yes, but first l must
check the gun. Zero it in.

l think l know a place.

Hilda, when Tommy gets back, will you
send him out to get some food?

A man like this needs looking after.

(GUNSHOT)

Ah, that's enough.

You go check my shooting.

Georgi, hey!

Move. Move.

(GUNSHOT)

Damn!

Let's move out of here.

(Poacher) lf l hadn't slipped,
l'd be a dead man.

(Bodie) What were you doing up
here, anyway?

(Poacher) Taking the air.

(Bodie) Oh, yeah, and poaching
some game along with it.

(Poacher) Well, l wasn't
shooting at anyone, was l?

(Poacher) Took the hat
clean off my head!

(Bodie) What about
the two men?

Just two men.

l was too busy running.

They had a Range Rover, you say?

A white one.

And running on heavy-duty tyres.

Okay, thank you.

Well, at least we know
now it was a rifle.

Hm... a very accurate rifle.

About there, you say?-
-Yeah.

What the hell were they shooting at?

The right direction, wrong area.

Uh, where you're looking, sir, is
about two miles away. More, even.

l know.

What's the effective range
of an Armalite rifle, Bodie?

Oh, at least fifteen hundred yards.

Exactly.

So why take the trouble to smuggle it

Doyle, there.
Beyond that ridge of trees.

A field, sir.

And in the field?

Oh.

Well, looks like
a scarecrow, sir.

Athens?-
- Hey?

That car was stolen in Athens?

That's a Greek cigarette end.

What do you know about Greeks, Bodie?

Uh, the fellows all dance together
and the cops shave their heads.

They are a tight-knit community.

Yeah, ghetto time.

Don't knock it.

Ghetto means, um, being able
to depend on your own kind.

So, you and me are
a mobile ghetto, eh?

l've got some good Greek friends.

Me, too.

Funny thing is, though,
they're all girls...

Where we going?

To see a Greek...

who is not so friendly.

Hallo, Tarkos.

l am clean.

l am clean!

Finally got yourself a bathroom?

You have got nothing on me.

You...

serve a lousy Moussaka.

Oh, you are making jokes!

Fine, we'll make jokes together.
l'll bring out a bottle of ouzo and-

And you keep a fleet of pretty girls.

Till one of them steps out of line and suddenly
they're not very pretty any more.

She was lying. She fell
down and slipped that way.

lt's nothing to do with me, Tarkos.

No?-
-No.

That's police business, that is.

Let them take care of their own,
that's what l always say.

Me, too.-
-Yeah.

Tarkos.

We've known each other a long time, eh? You're my
favourite Greek, you are.lt's a good man, this.

Pillar of the Greek community.

Godfather to many children, eh?

Godfather?

Maybe, maybe.

And they all come to you for advice and comfort, don't they?
They come to you with their problems.

And there's not a dirty game in
town that you don't know about.

A rifle.

And a hitman.

l don't know nothing about that.

You have to believe me

Oh, l believe you.

What are you doing?

lt's an old Greek custom.

l'm with him.

No!

Hey, that's Limoges!

Limoges! Careful, that's Limoges.

Oh, yeah, Limoges.

Okay, okay!

Tommy Karishkos.

He lives with his mother,

but last week he took
an unfurnished flat.

He runs with a pack; opens old wounds.
He's very political.

He's up to something.
l don't know what.

Up to something?-
-That's all l know, that's all!

(Tarkos) l know he and his friends have
been pulling off some jobs to get money.

To pay a hitman?-
-l don't know, maybe.

Where do we find him?

The next street, number forty.
Please!

They are political animals. Not like me.
l do not mess with politics!

Well, you should. l mean, after all,
democracy is a Greek word

Oomph.

Now, he didn't ask you to dance.

Hmm?

l think you've offended him.

You should have seen me in my prime.

Ah, no, seriously, Ray, you were
great back there, you know

So cool, in command.
Good trick, that.

That's not a trick. lt's just
being... offensive.

(Georgi) The field of fire is narrow.

(Georgi) Very narrow.

But this elevation
makes it possible.

You have done a good job.

Always announce yourself.
Always.

Sorry.

l got you some kleftiko and hummus-

Amateurs! You wear your
nationality like a badge.

He's proud to be Greek!

Sure he's proud.

And when my job is done and they start asking questions,
all this will convince them he is a home-loving boy, huh?

You're right, so,

we've got to keep a
low profile, all of us.

Non-existent.

And this

take it away, break it
up and bury it.

Hey.

Do you know where
Tommy Karishkos- ?

Georgi!

(Doyle) Erm - what's the matter, son?

Move.

Move!

(GUNSHOT)

Go!

Right.

Double barrel, and he's had one.

l'll draw his fire.

Ray

alive.

(GUNSHOT)

Yeow!

l think you lost.

Move!

(Hilda) Where to?

Drive out of town. Somewhere quiet and empty.

They've got Tommy. He'll talk.

Of course.

He can describe you.

Yes, but it will take them some
time to find me in their files

We must use that time to advantage.

To do what?

The gun.

We still have to prove the gun.

The length of the stock determines his reach,
and that in turn suggests an approximate height.

He's probably around six feet tall.

Snipers usually scale heights,

so he's probably fit and
average weight for his height,

say a hundred and fifty-five pounds.

The curve there could
mean he's left-handed,

but that's all conjecture.

He could turn out to be a short,
fat, right-handed orangutan.

What we do know is, the rifle
is a one-off, made to measure.

And that means the man who intends
using it knows what it's all about.

Now get out and ferret.

Sniff hard. A rifle anything that might
connect with a rifle l want to know about.

Okay?

(Doyle) Hi, Tim-.
-Hallo.

Hallo, John.

(Doyle) Present for you.

lt killed a policeman.

lt nearly killed Doyle and Bodie.

(Cowley) Your prints are all over it.

Cop killers are not liked,
not even in prison.

Cop killers suffer.

You'll find that out after twenty years or twenty-five without
remission, because judges don't like cop killers either.

l didn't- l didn't kill anyone!

(Cowley) Well, to convince us of that,
you'd have to tell us who did.

How old would you say he is?

Twenty-three.

Twenty-five at most.

Add about the same again,
he'll be fifty when he comes out.

(Cowley) All those years wasted.

All those girls.

Best years of his life.

l didn't kill anyone!

(Cowley) But this did.

And covered in your prints.

l'm a man with a tidy mind, you see. l enjoy stamping
"Case Closed". l know you didn't do that killing.

What?

But if you want to serve someone else's time,
that suits me. Keeps everything neat.

But, whoever he is, he must
be a very good friend.

(Bodie) He'd have to be your brother.

l don't know who he is.

(Cowley) You go and check his apartment.

Now, Tommy.

lt is Tommy?

Nothing.

Mind it!

Oh, it's all right.
That footprint's mine.

What's that?

Gun oil.

(Doyle) Hey!

There's an imprint on this.

See? What's that?

T... -
-Yeh.

... R. J.

"Trajectory".

Could be.

Could be "transistor radio".

Yup.

There's some diagrams here.

Let's get it worked on.

(Cowley) So, he calls himself Georgi?

ls that right, Tommy? Georgi?

No other name?

But you can describe him, can't you?

You can pull his face out of a file...

for me.

(Cowley) Yes, of course you will.

Who's he going to hit, Tommy?

l don't know. l don't know.

l told you, they wouldn't tell me.

Ah, yes, because they didn't think
you were important enough.

But you were important enough to take the risks, eh?
To raise the money. How much? Five thousand?

No, ten!

Thirty.

What?

Thirty thousand.

We had to raise thirty thousand.

For a contract? The going rate is ten.
lt must be a very special hit.

Or one very long shot.
Now, look at this.

(Bodie) The trajectory. Elevation high.

(Bodie) Very high.

(Bodie) And this is possibly
a ten-storey building

(Bodie) church, tower -
and that could be the target.

(Cowley) Some kind of circular road?

Or a castle.

Or a perimeter fence.

Or anything.

Tommy Karishkos pulled a face
out of File, lnternational File.

Theodore Scafross. Mixed parentage.
Armenian, Greek, lrish.

An lrish Greek?

Well, perhaps his granny had a bicycle.

He saw service in Beirut and Angola,
on both occasions as an armory instructor.

He's a terrific shot.

Did l say something?

You said just about everything. Put this
picture on the wire. General APB.

A terrific shot!

But not without practice.

A rifle, particularly this rifle,
needs sighting.

Zeroing in.

The scarecrow.

That's right, and he didn't have
a chance to check his score.

So, he'll have to try again.

Georgi.

Hold it.

We won't get too many
bites at this cherry.

(GUNSHOT)

(Golfer) What was that?

High and right.

l know.

(GUNSHOT)

(Hilda) Where to now?

The apartment.

But we are three days too soon.

We'd have to hold
the family hostage for-

Give me an alternative.

Bodie!

Bodie, over here.

(Melvin) You'll recognise this.

Dum-dum bullet.

Hollow tip filled with mercury.

Banned by the Geneva Convention.

lt's not a popular club
with professional hitmen.

A long shot, like l said.

Probably from the rim of the horizon, over there.

Who was the dead man?

Nobody.

Nobody's nobody.

Oh, l, l didn't mean that. l meant,
unconnected with the case.

A small-time insurance broker.

Well, let's just hope he was properly covered, eh?
For the sake of his wife and children.

He did have a wife and kids, you know-
-Oh, knock it off, Ray.

Save it for the guy who uses
people as target practice.

Which one?

Georgi, we have to hold
them for three whole days.

They have got Tommy. By tomorrow, my picture
will be in every paper. Now, which one.

There. 128.

(DOORBELL RlNGS)

Yes, we-

Frank?

Billy, come here!

(SCREAMlNG)

Shut up!

Now, everybody do precisely as l say!

And then nobody gets hurt, okay?

(Cowley) Thank heavens for modern development.

lt eliminates the Houses of Parliament.
There's too many skyscrapers in between.

Well, that just leaves about fifty
thousand other possible targets...

and none of them look like that.

(Cowley) lt could be anything, anywhere.

(Doyle) What about a night shot?

(Cowley) No.

He could use an infra-red scope.

lf it was a night shot, he would have made
his dummy run at night. He's that good.

Yes, l'm afraid he's that good.

And he's out there, somewhere.

Can l come in, or would
l clutter your mind?

l know, l know:

never before an assignment, not ever.

ln case it clouds your judgement, hmm?

Spoils your aim... ?

l always try to do my job perfectly.

Do you do everything perfectly?

Yes.

Well, you must have made some mistakes?

(Georgi) Yes, one.

Was she prettier than me?

More...

desirable?

She was a boy.

lt had been a long, hot summer.

(DOORBELL RlNGS)

Who is it?

l don't know.-
-Who?!

Uh, well- well, it's probably Muriel, my neighbour.
She- she often pops in at this time.

That's right.

Right. You, come here.

Hilda, look after the boy.

Don't hurt him. Please don't hurt him.

Just you get rid of her, okay?
Now, do you remember what to say?

Er, Billy, Billy isn't well...

Billy isn't well but
it is nothing serious-

Nothing Serious...

But he will not be going to-
-... but he won't go to school. Yes.

Mum?

(Barbara) Muriel! Hallo, love. Uh, look, love, Billy isn't very well.
l'm not going to send him to school.

(Barbara) He's all right, l don't have to get a doctor or
anything, but he just isn't that, that bright.

(Barbara) Look, l'll have to go now because l've got
some supper in the oven. Okay?

All right, bye.-
-Bye.

(Georgi) lt's all right.

All right?

We haven't eaten, Georgi. l'm hungry.

l've looked, all they've got is some
milk and one lousy frozen pizza.

That's not going to last us.
Not till Saturday.

Saturday?

Shut up.

Hilda, tomorrow you will
go and get what we need.

Here, miss?

You dropped something!

Hang on.

Here, here!

Look out!

(Policeman) Stand back, everybody.

Compliments of the computer.
Every Greek VlP in the country.

The computer is now working on
friends of Greeks, enemies of Greeks,

rivals of Greeks, other nationalities
vital to Greek interest-

Uh, thanks, thanks a lot, Betty.

Hallo? Yes, Cowley.

Right, l'll send Doyle and Bodie over.

Wouldn't have bothered you boys,
except that we found these in her bag.

Greek cigarettes.

Duty cop said she acted scared.

He called her and she ran

right under a taxi.

And when can we talk to her?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Fractured skull.

She's gonna be in
coma for a long while.

Where did it happen?

High Street.

Outside the supermarket.

(SCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

What d'you think?

She wasn't carrying any car keys.

So wherever she came from,
she must have walked.

Yeah,

wherever she came from.

Sandwiches, fruit, pork pies.
That's what she'd been buying.

The Kind of stuff you'd buy-

lf you were holed up somewhere.

Yeah.

(Doyle) Well, uh, let's get to the
top of one of them.

How many?

What?

Sandwiches.

Well, enough for a couple of days.

Yeah, l know, if they're holed here,
they're not gonna be here for very long.

Measure me out a couple of miles.

l'd say about where that church spire is.
Yeah, about there.

Which means any one of these
buildings here... could be the target.

(Doyle) Umm, like looking for
a needle in a haystack.

(Bodie) Yeah. Can't see one
that looks like the drawing.

We'll have to check it out.

This area, too.

She should have been back hours ago.

So we go hungry.

Something's happened

she's been caught.

Or she chickened and ran out on us.

lf she was picked up,
she knows we are here.

lf she was picked up,
she would have talked.

And if she has talked, why are
they not here now, huh?

Why not?

(DOORBELL RlNGS)

Act natural.

Sorry to disturb you, a routine check

Have you, uh, seen this man?

Have you seen him?

No.

No. Why?

l don't want to alarm you, but we had
a report that he was seen in the area.

A petty thief, nothing to worry about.

So, you haven't seen him?

No.

How about your husband?

Oh, um, he's been in all day.
He's- he's got a cold.

Oh, l see.

Well, if you do see him,
give us a call, will you?

Sorry to disturb you.

Well?

Oh, that's them all right.
Mr and Mrs Prior.

This is Mrs Wilson, 125.
She's sure to be in.

Georgi, they've got a photograph.
l think it's you. They are looking for us.

But they didn't find us, did they.

So now they will go and
look someplace else.

lt's Hilda. l think she
must have talked.

lf she had talked, they would
have broken down the door.

No, they are just guessing,
spitting in the wind.

Everything is fine, just fine.

What's that?

(Doyle) What?

That.

lt's, uh, compliments of Cowley.

List of Greek VlPs.

Yeah, thanks, anyway.

All possible targets.-
-How many?

Hundreds... thousands.

And he wants us to check them all.

That's a secretary's job-

or...

a job that needs a secretary.

How about Betty, eh? Come on,
let's get her along.

No, Betty's left. She left
for home hours ago.

Anyway, it'd ruin your concentration,
starting a new romance now.

New?

For an ex-cop, you rate
low in observation, Doyle.

Coffee?

Yeah, thanks.

Where'd you get to?

Nowhere.

You sleep easy, Ray.

Habit. Grab it while you can.

l've tied them up, they
are in the back room.

Good.

Suppose someone calls?

There is nobody in. They have
gone out for the day.

(Georgi) Check there every few minutes.

(Costa) All right

(VOlCE OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Testing the public
address system, number one:

one two three four five.

Five four three two one.

(VOlCE OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Testing the public
address system, number two: one two three four five...

(Doyle) Theory.

Conjecture.

They've done door-to-door checks
every block - haven't they?

(Doyle) Hm.

Experienced men run those checks.

Anyway, a snapshot from
three thousand yards?

Nearer four thousand.

l thought you were off duty.

You're supposed to be home,
feet up, recharging the batteries.

That's funny; that's exactly what
we thought you were doing.

No, l'm healthy. You should be out getting
the air. Come on, we'll go for a drive.

A drive? Where?

Oh, here and there.

You'd better bring the
sleeping beauty with you.

l'm puzzled.

lf you thought we were off duty, why'd
you come looking for us in the rest room?

Because there's one thing
you and l share, Bodie.

Same secretary.

Hey?

We share an animal instinct,
a nose for trouble. You, too, Doyle.

(Cowley) You can't teach it, you can't learn it.
You've either got it or you haven't got it.

(Doyle) You mean it's today.

Sandwiches for a couple of days.

Yes, l think they're still
in the area somewhere.

l think it could be today. l think.

Right. Step outside.

Cowley, Cl5.

Put the armoury away, son.
Don't want to alarm the public.

Sorry, sir.-
-Don't be.

Nice reflexes.
How are things?

Very quiet, actually.

They're all at home, l think,
watching the tennis.

Okay. Keep at it.

(Cowley) Useful lad, might
be able to use him.

Should've taken his number.-
-P221 .

(Bodie) You should have been
a policeman, Doyle.

(Cowley) Tennis.

(Doyle) Yeah, Wimbledon. lt's Finals day.

(Cowley) Wimbledon - that's less
than two miles from here.

(Doyle) Hey, stop.

The Centre Court.

Now, that is the Centre Court.

lt could be.

There'll be half Debrett and the Diplomatic
Register in those stands today.

Not to mention a couple of Royals.

So, who's in the Royal Box today?

With Greek connections?

We can't stop Wimbledon
not on a hunch.

No, but l'll warn Security. Maybe they can filter
a couple of tall lads in front of the Royal Box.

But the rest of the
stands will be wide open.

Let's go to those
tower blocks of yours.

(VOlCE OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Those involved
in the Men's Finals on the Centre Court,

please assemble for a preliminary briefing
in the Chief Steward's office in fifteen minutes.

(VOlCE OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Officials involved in the
Men's Finals, assemble at one o'clock outside Number One...

(VOlCE OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
All spectators are requested to be seated

(VOlCE OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
fifteen minutes before the commencement of the match.

Where is he?

He'll show.

He's got to show.

Heavy-duty.

Doyle, do you know how many
vehicles have heavy-duty tyres?

On a Range Rover?

A white Range Rover? Here?

Okay, but you explain to the
Cow because he'll freak out.

(LAUGHS)

(Doyle) l told you.

(Bodie) You do the explaining.

Bodie.

Let's explain that to
Cowley, shall we?

(Doyle) Greek.

(Bodie) You know, it's going to be
one of the top floors, isn't it?

(Doyle) lf it's this block.

(Bodie) Yeah, well, let's check it
out and argue about it later.

No, let's argue about it now. He might
be firing from the roof, for all we know.

There's a white Range Rover back there,
l think it's theirs, we found that in it.

Excuse me, sir. l'd like to take
a look around your apartment.

Nice clean place you got here.

(VOlCE OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
Fifteen-forty...

Well, hallo.

Hallo...

Bodie.

Doyle.

Yeah?

(COWLEY OVER RADlO) The seventh floor,
west side of the building.

Fifteenth window along
from left as l'm standing.

An open window.

l think l can see something.

Yes, it's the rifle.

Two windows to every apartment.

That makes it apartment one two
apartment 128. We're on our way.

No!

Bodie, you take the apartment above.

Doyle, get outside the door, but
for God's sake, take it easy!

Hold off until l say so, right?

Hold off? Doesn't he know he could
squeeze that trigger at any time?

Bodie, you move before l give the go
and l'll personally break both your arms.

Hey.

Both arms.

(VOlCE OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
Deuce.

(VOlCE OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
Game to Reedy.

(DOORBELL RlNGS)

Hallo, again.

l thought we'd made the
date for tomorrow night?

Yes, that's quite right.

Look, what's going on here?

You just sit down, like a good girl.

Hold onto that.

What are you doing?

l just want to get out
on your sunroof.

Oh, what for?-
-l'm going to drop in on somebody.

Oh.

(BODlE COCKS GUN)

(COWLEY OVER RADlO)
Bodie. Bodie. Bodie.

Yup?

No doubt about it.

l can see the rifle clear,
but that's all.

l can't risk a shot. Anyway,
there may be hostages.

Bodie, l want a double
entry on my signal.

(COWLEY OVER RADlO)
And Bodie, hurry it up.

l'll make sure you're
fully compensated.

Oh, thanks!

(COWLEY OVER RADlO)
Doyle, you in position?

Yup.

Special locks?

No.

Bodie, hold it! There's movement inside.

(GUNS COCKED)

Okay.

Now.

Now, l have him.

All right, all right, what's
happened in there?

Well, somebody say something!

Two dead, neither of them us.
We did okay.

Okay?

You call that okay?-
-Ah, Bodie-

Look, a bust-in like that, you're
supposed to shoot from the door!

Yeah, and suppose l-

Well, then, the next time, you can be the
monkey on the string and l'll be the back-up!

And if l had fired from the door and
missed, who was standing in the window?

Since when did you miss?

All right, it's all right, it's all right.

That's set for two miles?-
-Yeah.

lncredible.

Good tool, this.

l'd say it was indispensable.

Oh, yeah.

Elevation?

How's that?

Perfect, perfect.

They should give us
a scope like that.

Yeah.

(BETTY OVER RADlO) Sir, l've got
the Minister of State on Line Five.

(Cowley) Right, Betty,
put him through.

(MlNlSTER OVER RADlO) Ah, Cowley, l gather your people had some
trouble with our Greek visitor. But nobody was hurt. Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

(MlNlSTER OVER RADlO) Well done. By the way, you don't
happen to know who won the Men's Singles, do you?

Yes, sir.

We did.

Oh, yes, much clearer.

(Doyle) l still think you're wrong,
though. lt's nearer 38-22-36.

l'm impressed.

You're not usually interested in an aftermath report.
The Armoury of the Enemy in depth, that kind of thing.

As a matter of fact, we don't really
have to have an in-depth on this

A one-off.

Please God we don't have to
find one or face one again.

Yeah.

So, it'll go in our museum and prob-

38-22-36?

Uh, just a guess, sir.

That can't be right.

(Doyle) We probably got the figures wrong.

That may be, but 38-22-36!
Come on, give us a hand.

l'm no armoury expert,

but the limits of compensation on a
weapon like this should be approximate-

l should put you both on a
reprimand report. 38-22-36?

What kind of a description is that?

She's about five foot seven,

a hundred and thirty pounds,
heavily freckled...

and a natural blonde.