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I thought that you were not here.

So Derek Forbes, businessman, politician, deceased.

He took a hypo in the thigh.

Here.

Two grains of pure poison.

Yes, murder.

And a murder proudly claimed by the Meyer Helmut Group.

The Franz Meyer, Inger Helmut, Hans Russeheim, Tony Christo.

There are others, of course, but these are the leaders.

These are the most dangerous.

The Meyer Helmut Group.

Anarchists, fanatics.

They've bombed, killed, or maimed at least a hundred

innocent people in the last two years.

Now they're here in Britain.

And I want them.

Yeah, I see that.

The bullet tore the ligaments. They heal slowly.

Yeah, but I can... You can't close your hand.

And if you can't close your hand, you can't hold a gun,

and if you can't hold a gun, there's no place for you in this organisation.

Quote, George Cowley.

Yeah, but look, surely you can sign a little chit, can't you?

I suggest you argue it with him.

Another week should see you all right. A week?

One week, and I'll certify you fit for duty again.

Meanwhile, give it a little gentle exercise, but don't overdo it.

At the moment, we don't have a single lead. So it's a question of nosing around,

staying alert, keeping your eyes open.

Okay?

That's all.

Hello, Jack. What do you say? Good enough.

Excuse me, sir. One more week, Cody.

I've seen your medical report. I don't like being a man short,

but until that hand heals, you're no good to me.

You didn't miss much.

Just a routine stay alert.

My helmet group.

Yeah? Where are you going? Anyway, your timing is perfect.

Well, didn't you tell me the lovely Michelle was free this weekend? Julia.

Lovely Julia. Free this weekend.

Ah, yeah. Take her on the river?

Yeah.

Only your hand. You shouldn't be rowing.

Okay.

Come on, let me...

Look, it won't emasculate you to let me row for a while.

The mature man knows when to concede defeat.

I concede.

Those little islands, perfect for almost anything at all.

How's the hand?

Terrible.

But the eyes are having a great time.

They're staring.

They're like faces, particularly pretty faces.

I knew I'd seen that face somewhere before. Pull in. What? Come on, pull in.

I see the table's laid for more than one.

Repent!

Come on!

Right.

Always open for business.

Come on, back to the car. Come on, get in, I'll explain later.

He's expecting company, and about one's all I can handle.

Right, off you go.

Inga! Quiet! Inga! All right, move it, darling.

Quick as you can.

There's the boat.

The car park.

I figured.

He's a bomber, a killer.

He's also a human being.

Yes, well, I'll be more human when we get back to the car.

They've out-thought us.

Hans!

I will take that one.

You'll have to drive. Okay.

No. You could hit Matt.

Stay behind me.

Keep calm, Julie.

Close the turn gate.

What?

The boot.

Close it.

Right. Get in.

Open the door.

Right.

Hey, hey!

They're gaining on us.

A warning shot!

I'm not an animal!

Shut up!

Watch out, the boat!

Now turn around!

Plus, you like Julie.

Nearest town's six miles.

We won't make it.

Pull off there.

Right, that way!

Come on!

The dam's a mess! Up there! That road!

Take your choice.

You can walk, or I'll pistol whip your chariot.

That way.

That way.

Close the door!

Don't be frightened. I'm not frightened.

What is all this?

Who are you? CI5, sir.

I take it you believe in free speech? Huh? I want to use your phone.

It's through there.

Thank you. All right, come on.

He's a bomber, a killer, and there are more outside.

Cody.

Bodie.

Hi, I've got one of those faces.

One of those faces on your board. My helmet?

Who?

Which one?

This fellow's about 6'2", dark curly hair. Can't

be hair. That's Meyer himself, Franz Meyer.

Yeah, well, whoever it is, I need help. His friends are closing in.

Well, where are you?

Oh, I'm not sure exactly.

It's a little place north... Hello?

Bodie.

Bodie!

Are there shutters on every window? Are there? Yes. Are you okay?

Right, you and Julie, close every one.

Do as I say. Where's the back door?

Little place north.

North, probably, but north of where?

Where in the world? Where was he going? Lovely Julia.

Huh? His girlfriend, he was going to take her on the river for the weekend.

Which river? Thames, probably. Oh, that's one hell of a river.

There is a pub he uses a lot that's on the river.

Just below Marlow.

What did he check out of the carpool?

Capri gear, I think.

Start with that.

Bode's car, Capri gear, the one he checked out of the carpool. APP,

all units to find it. Concentrate around the Marlow area. Come on, Dawson.

It's an old house.

Stout shutters and locks.

Bodie, they're armed.

So am I.

We don't know where those wires were cut.

No, we don't. It could be fire, a flood, or act of God, but I think they were cut.

HQ to Carly.

Come in.

They've located Brodie's car, two miles north of Marlow.

Right, you understand the situation?

They want him. He's their leader, so they want him alive.

So all we have to do is sit tight and wait. Wait?

For what?

I made a call, but I was cut off.

But the people I work for can put two and two together. They'll find us eventually.

Eventually. And meanwhile?

Sit tight and wait.

And supposing one of my parishioners comes along? Is that likely?

The church and village are nearly half a mile away.

But it is possible.

Deal with it when it happens.

Ah, in the heat of the moment, I forgot my manners.

This is Julie, my girlfriend, and I'm Bodie. Edward Turnbull.

Mrs. Turnbull?

Miss Bryce.

Sarah Bryce.

Sarah's my housekeeper.

Yeah.

I'm glad to see you're not a teetotaler, vicar.

May we have a drink? I think we all need one.

May I have a drink, Vicar?

So polite, Vicar. Let's all have a little tea party.

You English are all insane.

Not like the Meyer Helmut Group, eh?

They just bomb and hijack and shoot the odd plane load of hostages, you know.

It's a necessary part of our strategy. Thank you.

The end justifies the means, eh?

You don't understand.

You will never understand.

No, not if I live a million years.

Your lifespan can be measured in minutes.

All of you.

Do you suppose they are going to let you hold me here?

He may fool you. Shut up!

He may even be fooling himself, but you have nothing to wait for, except death.

I won't tolerate this. I'm sorry, vicar, but I'm in control here.

But if you have any influence in higher places, it'd be most welcome.

Oh, yes, you are in control. You are armed. You have a gun.

But no hand to hold it with.

Here?

We are the Meyer Helmut Group.

We are not trash.

Who are these people outside?

He just told you. A bunch of killers. We are a political force.

Forget the political, Vicar.

Just concentrate on the force.

Surely, if we talk to them... They'll kill you.

We should at least try to talk. Hey!

Hey!

You in there?

Yes.

I told you.

My only hope is to give in.

No way, Miles.

Right! Now you listen to me!

You decimate this door and you decimate my along with it!

Because I've got it right in front of it!

Inga!

He's telling the truth!

All right.

All right.

But why be foolish?

Release Ma, and we'll go.

Why be a hero?

A dead hero, too, she says.

We do not want to hurt innocent people.

Oh, yeah?

And what brought about that change of heart?

What about the airline with Beirut?

Ain't 42 passengers innocent people?

I suppose you didn't want to hurt them either.

That was different.

They had to die.

We were fighting for our cause.

But why you?

You English, you know nothing about politics.

But why kill you? Do you know what it takes to kill?

Sometimes just sheer desperation.

We do not want to kill you.

Release me, and we'll quietly go on our way.

Is everyone in there pig-headed?

Vicar, what are you doing? Come back!

Don't listen to me! Now don't shoot!

Round one.

Isn't that going to be too tight?

No.

You won't feel a thing.

That's the idea.

Some ambidextrous, as far as they're concerned.

Quiet.

Forget it. I've got his hands set. Bodie always breaking the rules.

When next I see him, I'll... Ah, you phoned the car pretty damn quick.

The local fuzz were ahead of us.

Investigating a stolen car, so it was taken from here less than an hour ago,

right from under the owner's nose. He's still pretty shocked. What kind of car?

A brown Cortina Estata.

How bold he must have taken it.

Get an APB out in that car, cover... We got that call about half an hour ago.

Could it travel 20 miles? 30, the way Bode drives.

30 miles radius. I want that car found.

And the rubber boat.

Rubber boat?

Seven years, bad luck.

Yes, bad luck.

But you haven't got seven years.

The cellar. Do you have a cellar?

Well, there's the boiler room.

Julie!

Inga, nicht dich! Sondern unter Sache ist wichtig.

Ich gebe dir den Befehl einzugreifen. Ohne Rücksicht auf mich stirbt das Haus!

What did you say?

Tell me!

Attack.

He told them to attack.

You have my permission to attack. Don't mind me.

I took German at school.

Inga, Hans is dead.

Did you hear him? Attack!

Inga, he's dead. Dead?

We're all dead.

France told us to attack.

Inga.

Are you faltering now, Christo? Do you want me to do it alone?

What do you want?

That car in front of the house.

Can you get it?

I don't know.

It's possible, I suppose, but... Get it.

I'll meet you in front of the drive.

Looks like a car skidded into the boat and pulled off again.

Headed north. Isn't that what Bodie was trying to say?

I'm north of... Where?

Call HQ. I want every available man rushed into this area.

Bodie's near somewhere. Hold up.

We've got to find him.

Well, we've increased our firepower by a few rounds.

I can't count. Well, that'll be useful.

What's 365 days multiplied by at least 25 years? Bodhi, isn't it? Mm-hmm.

Bodhi, save your show of confidence for them.

You and I, we are about the same age, perhaps.

But an intellect apart.

Well, one takes for sure.

You know the psychology of the captor, captive, the growing together,

the mutual understanding?

That's not going to happen here.

You can speak for yourself, Bodhi.

But what about them?

How does this concern you?

You have no conception of what this fight is about.

It's not your fight.

Him.

They will give him an honorable funeral, perhaps a volley over the grave.

But you, how does this concern you?

Answer him truthfully.

I don't understand your politics.

There.

You see?

But I understand good.

I understand evil.

I think you are evil.

You kill without cause.

Without cause?

You do not understand.

You kill people who cannot possibly stand between you and your ideas.

You don't even know who they are.

Julie?

You're right.

I've no idea what your fight is about.

I just know it means violence and killing.

Someone's got to stop you.

You will die.

All of you.

You've never told me about Bodie.

I made you a team, what, two years ago?

Two years and three months. Well, that's long enough.

Long enough for what?

For him to get up your nose, irritate you.

Oh, he does that all right.

Every day he does that.

Chalk and cheese, eh? Yeah.

That's worked well, though.

Yeah, I've watched his back, he's watched mine. We're both still alive.

At least this morning we were both still alive.

Aye.

Aye.

Bodie gets up my nose too, and so do you.

But I want you both to stay alive.

Now, I think this is the bit where I show my quality of leadership.

Yes, organized games, singing, hmm?

Keep us all occupied, interested, hmm?

So we don't die of exposure.

Shut up, Bodhi.

Oh, you saw the film too, eh?

Yes, the dissenter.

The mandatory coward who cracks and runs wild.

Climbs out of the window and gets himself killed.

They're a long time coming.

Sit tight and wait, put two and two together.

They're a long time coming.

Who is it?

Not the 7th Cavalry. Stay here.

Right.

Now!

What a way to spend an afternoon.

Your last afternoon.

Try that again and I'll kill him!

Do you think he might have... Mr Cowley, over.

30 miles.

Come in. We found the stolen car, sir.

Where? About two, two and a half miles off the Marlis Slip Road.

It's parked in a wood.

We're on our way.

Yeah, look, Seymour, made at the top of the world.

Didn't you ever see that old Cagney movie?

I saw it.

He died. Stupid.

We're not so very different, are we?

Oh, you cry Sarah, cry it out.

Not so very different, eh?

She isn't even on the same planet as you.

So, you're going to die, are you?

Our last afternoon.

Two hysterical women.

You can hardly hold a gun against Inger and Christo.

Where would you put your money?

Yeah, you might be right, Meyer.

Now I come to think of it, it might be here.

You know, I've never given much thought to where I might die.

Dark alley, African bush, or running for the last boss.

But you listen to this, and listen carefully.

Wherever I go, you go.

Maybe even first.

Couldn't bear to leave you behind.

You understand, Maya?

Do you hear me?

Are you listening?

No, Bodhi, stop it.

You're not so very different either.

Clever.

Very clever, Meyer.

Yes, rattlers. Get us off balance, eh?

Clever.

Well, God knows what's happening outside.

Why don't we throw him out? That's what they want. That's what they're asking for.

Makes sense, Bodhi.

No.

Why not?

Look, if we throw him out... No!

Why? I want to know why.

She's right.

If we're going to die, we have a right to know why.

I agree with you. You keep out of this.

I don't know why.

Because I hate his kind. Because I don't like to lose. I don't know why.

Ask Cowley. Maybe he can tell you.

Cowley?

Cowley's all right.

Look, I don't know why.

Because I say so.

And what you say goes?

Yeah, so long as I'm holding this gun.

Holding it? You can scarcely feel it.

It's a car ride, sir.

Bullet hole.

Where does the Audi fit in?

I don't quite know as yet, sir, but it is on the stolen car list. Which way, Doyle?

I don't know. Two years, three months.

You know I'm better than any of us. Which way?

Well, Bodie will go for cover, sir.

That'll be the woods, then. Yeah.

Direct all units into this area, a full sweep. Begin at the village,

then right across the valley. Right, sir. We'll take the back road, Doyle.

Yes, sir. Come on.

Ironic, isn't it?

Here we are, waiting to die, because you, Bodie, don't like to lose.

I'm doing this to protect you, people like you.

You live by violence.

Just like him.

Yes, well, you fight fire with fire in this job.

And now we're all going to die violently.

You're crazy!

Crazy!

Bodhi, can't we at least...

Wrong way, damn you!

That's Cowley. I'm sure it's Cowley. He's heading towards the village. A shot?

No. In a car at this distance, he'll never hear it.

Even if he did, it'd only confuse. Could come from anywhere.

Sarah?

That road, it disappears into the forest.

Does it reappear there?

Yes, then it dips down again into the village.

Right, it's my only chance. Julie?

Hold it. If I can just get their attention.

Isn't it too far?

Nearly half a mile, isn't it, sir?

Yes.

This thing won't shoot half a mile.

Why are you wasting shots?

It won't shoot, but it'll reach. A guy ever shot the target once,

and the range hit a roof nearly a mile away.

The bullet was spent, of course, but it did reach.

Right.

Hold this.

Tight.

Cock it.

Right back. That's it.

Right. Trajectory. Like an arrow.

Allow for drift ahead of the car. God, the wind could take it miles off.

Hold it tight. Steady.

Steady. Steady.

Very steady.

The bullet. From where?

We better check that house.

Well, perhaps they heard the shot.

I told you, at that distance, not a chance.

Is that going to be our epitaph too, Bodie?

Not a chance.

We're here, and we're alive.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes!

You all right?

Yeah.

Think that'll be safer in my hands.

Two more weeks, Bodie.

That's the medical report.

Yeah, but the docs just said that...

You should have returned to active duty ten days ago,

but if you will get yourself involved in extracurricular activities, two more weeks.

Yes, sir. You can't hold a gun, Bodie. No use if you can't hold a gun.

Never mind.

You did very well, Bodie.

Thank you, sir.

But the damage to the side window of my car, that will have to be deducted,

of course. Of course, sir.

From my pay.

Doyle, you are grinning. No.

No, it's just a nervous tick, sir.

As long as it's that. Now, get out, the pair of you. I don't want to see you again.

Until 8.30. 8.30, sir.

In the red line bar.

I intend getting the cost of that car side window back.

In pure malt scotch.

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