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Loppy? Poor bastard was nearly half a mile away on a different course. His mistake,

assuming the only enemy is the one you can see. Laser-lock sight.

Try it.

Very impressive.

Couldn't miss. Nobody could. Thanks.

Well, not with a thing like that. Friend.

Well, don't I get to go?

That's not a toy, Bodie.

No, sir.

Seems to have been raining.

Yes, sir.

So, the 180 automatic rifle, you like it? Like? It's lethal. Guns are.

The very latest thing in American weaponry, a laser-lock sight.

Range? Effective up to 1,000 yards, at least.

Red dots from the laser.

Thank you, Bodie. Where the red dot is, the

bullets strike without fail. So we claim.

Ammunition .22 caliber, automatic, repeating, a single shot. Rate of fire?

An automatic 900 rounds per minute.

Fast enough. 15 rounds a second.

They claim it can cut down telegraph poles. Nice. It's nasty.

The laser sight could give you a position away.

It might, but it can also dazzle and so temporarily

blind an enemy. Yeah, temporarily.

Nice. Right. Not your type at all.

If you've quite finished.

Just a healthy interest, sir.

Natural obsession, that's all. In that case,

you wouldn't want me to keep the young lady waiting.

First interview, sir.

What's that to you, Doyle? Me, sir? No, me, sir.

We're buying this gun, sir. Now, that's up to you two.

As of now, you're both suspended from other duties. Take this gun and test it.

I want to know every advantage and every weakness.

I want to know exactly how useful it could be to us,

and exactly how dangerous it could be if used against us.

That I wouldn't fancy.

In that case, you'll look after her, won't you, Doerr?

Careful, sir.

You did put the safety catch on, then there's no need to worry.

Guard it, Doyle, guard it with your life.

In the wrong hands, that gun could create an instant

disaster area anywhere. Thank you, sir.

Well?

Ammunition, sir.

Ammunition.

More if you want it.

Guard it, Doyle.

Guard it with your life.

In the wrong hands, this could create an instant disaster area.

Hadn't you boys better go and do whatever it is you're supposed to be doing?

Oh, dear, I thought you were getting rid of that geriatric, putting it out to grass.

Are you talking about my car? Yeah, well, I think that's what it is, yeah.

That's a classic, that is. I know, classics are old.

Well, you'd better get in the back then, wouldn't you?

What do I want to get in the back for?

Look after the gun and leave room for Miss Mason in the front.

How do you know she wants to get in?

Look, Cowley's car.

My car.

No car for Miss Mason.

Ergo... Ergo what?

The train service round here is horrible.

Thank you, Miss Mason. We'll be in touch in a few days.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Goodbye, sir.

Well?

Reaction good.

Organise a full screening an hour, Miss Mason. A blue list.

Yes, sir.

That's Bodie.

We're giving him a lift.

Only if you're going my way, innit?

Hello, Bodie.

Miss Mason.

Tea? Fine by me. How about you?

What's that for?

He's taken it home. He needs some extra coaching.

Have you two met before, by any chance, or am I being obvious?

Not for a couple of years.

At the yard.

Catherine C-11, intelligence. Yeah? Why do

you want to transfer, then? To be near me.

Hartley, I thought it might be a good way to work up my paranoia.

Oh, yes.

What's that? An expensive way of hating somebody. Yeah, I know a few cheap ways.

We got a problem?

I don't know. We could have.

I think we might have a tail.

What did he do at the yard? Sit behind a desk for five years. Oh, yeah.

They say it's a great way of broadening your outlook.

At the Porsche? Yeah.

Shall we give him a quick blast, eh?

Yeah, slice him in two. That'll give him a surprise. Go on, try them on.

Hold tight.

Always wanted to be a racing driver. Yeah.

Shape of spoilage, fun.

Are you two always like this?

Yes, definitely not. We sometimes imagine people are following us, don't we?

Tea?

Your place or mine? Yours.

Shut up, Bodie! Shut up, Bodie.

Oh, come on, where are we going?

This place.

Nice day's shooting. Pity it's not the grouse season.

What with this, all you'll be left with is a handful of feathers. Help yourself.

So kind.

Check? Check.

I could do with a shower.

Try walking downwind.

I'll send someone round to scrub your back.

Me mother caught me out one evening on the West End

on the spring. She said, here, where you going?

But I answered, don't ask me.

I'm following in father's footsteps. I'm following the dear old dead.

He's just up there with a fine big hill.

So awful tired of one as well. I don't know where he's going.

But when he gets there, I'll be glad. I'm following in father's footsteps, yes.

I'm following the dear old dad. Took dinner up in town last night, I went.

And Paul went there as well.

How many lemonades we had.

Oh, my word.

I really couldn't tell.

She's good, isn't she?

Good.

Singer.

Have some more wine.

I adore wine.

It's supposed to be the wrong year.

I don't know why.

So I'll full tide everyone as well.

I don't know where he's going, but when he gets there I'll be glad.

I'm following in Father's footsteps, yes.

I'm following the dear old dad.

Yes, well, I think I'll leave you two to share your memories. Yeah,

bring her back some cold water. Yeah, I'll dunk her head in it.

Here's to your second interview.

If I get one.

I'll put in a word for you.

No, maybe I won't.

Carla doesn't like his people getting too involved.

We could have been.

We never were.

I was otherwise engaged.

And now?

Unexpectedly available for weddings and mitzvahs.

Let me get you one.

I thought Carly didn't like his operatives getting too close.

You're not on the squad yet?

It leaves us a few days.

Yes.

Just that I haven't got much time.

No.

Tell me.

Have you got to do another number?

I've got to go and change.

Eh? No, don't go yet. Well, run off.

Oh, well, you're leaving me. Yeah, I think she

wants to go home to bed. I should be so lucky.

Listen, that's his sister back there. Don't let him tell you otherwise, all right?

Friend. I can't wait to see you.

It's good night.

I enjoyed that.

Yeah, it was fun.

Policemen used to walk around here in pairs, you know.

Afraid they'd get done up otherwise.

Used to be my pet.

I know.

Maurice Richards used to be your DS.

Maurice keeps a pub down here.

I know.

He left the force.

Didn't know a lot.

Wouldn't you, if you wanted to get into the CI5? Yeah.

Yeah, I would.

Cheers. Same again, all right, aren't you? Yeah, yeah, I'll be right with you.

I'll be right with you. What do you want? Hello, Ray.

Morris, how are you doing?

Good to see you. How are you keeping? Very well, how are you?

I'm fine. Do you remember Cathy Mason?

Of course I do. Cathy, how are you?

Fine. You still at the yard? Afraid so.

What are you now, inspector?

Sergeant.

Well, keep plugging away. Keeps you young and healthy.

Good to see you, mate. What are you going to have?

Good night.

We can use the lift.

All a bit posh, isn't it?

How come, rich daddy?

Rich boyfriend.

Thanks.

You know, Carly's going to put a stop to all this.

When are you seeing him again?

Tomorrow.

Got till then, haven't we?

Can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?

Somebody just tried to kill me.

I thought they ate at the car. Who?

Don't you know? Oh, shit, I know.

You've got that many enemies of you.

I mean, if we were on a case... Which we're not.

Then why?

Jealous lover? Husband? Oh, no, no, no, no. Married birds.

Not my scene. I see.

How'd you get on last night?

Well, don't ask me, will you? Eh?

How I got on last night?

How did you get on last night?

Don't ask.

Watch it, my son. Oh, my God. This case?

Yeah.

Yes.

The car's going to love this.

You're in trouble, mate. Big trouble.

That gun wasn't your care, Doyle. Yes, sir. So where is it? I don't know.

No, somebody does. Who? Find out, Doyle. Find out fast.

Suppliers knew. They didn't know you two were testing it, looking after it. No,

sir. But somebody did, and somebody knew where to find your car last night.

The two things aren't necessarily connected.

Moscow.

Well, get out and connect them before I get the

pair of you drummed out of CI5 for incompetence.

Can you think of any good reason why I shouldn't? Yeah,

you want us to get that gun back. Right, I want that gun back.

I don't care what you have to do to get it.

And if you could avoid getting yourselves killed, I'd be grateful. So would we.

Replacements can be very expensive.

Goodbye.

Keep out of my light and don't breathe on a thing. Oh, sorry. How's it going?

Any ideas? Ideas? I'm just a scientist. I leave ideas to geniuses like you two.

Thanks. Besides, you were there. I wasn't.

Funny business, though.

Yes, hilarious. A good job, very professional. So?

So why did he go to all this trouble?

How much trouble, Jack? Well, he did it in four separate operations. Four? One,

he'd loosen the wheel nuts.

Two, he'd fix the brakes very carefully so that they'd fail

after they'd been applied once or twice or not before. Three, steering.

Loosen the nuts again. Four. Four, you use an explosive device under the engine,

and that's what makes it really funny. Why didn't it go off until after the crash?

That's it. If you wanted to kill somebody with a car bomb, what would you do?

Wire it to the ignition. Exactly.

Simple, isn't it? So why all this monkey business with brakes and steering,

and why a device with an impact fuse?

Designed to go off after the crash. More than that.

Designed to go about 30 seconds after the crash.

Long enough for me to get clear.

Right.

Well, I'll let you know if I've had anything else.

Maybe he didn't want to kill you.

Some kind of joker.

Yeah, great joke.

Thanks, Jack. See you.

Anything?

Not so much as a shred of dandruff.

Whoever did this was a real expert. Any ideas? Nothing to go by.

If you'd lifted it yourself, there'd be more.

Sorry.

Take care.

Yeah, thanks, Malcolm.

Let's have a cup of coffee, eh?

Doesn't make any sense, does it? Nope.

How did they know it was here?

Somebody told them. Well, who knew?

You, me, Cowley, Ruth.

Cathy?

No.

For all she knew, I could have taken it back to the armory. Oh, she had.

Remember that car, that Porsche?

Yeah.

What do you reckon?

I don't know. Look, let's start at the beginning, right?

Now, who'd want a gun like that, and why?

Gangs.

No, not unless they had an execution.

And then they're better off with shotguns.

Terrorists? Well, they do well enough with ordinary weapons, don't they?

What about a long-distance hit?

An assassination from a mile away.

They're more interested in targets and weapons. Oh, I don't know.

Pay up or else kind of job.

The red dot's enough for that kind of message.

You mean it could have been nicked for money? Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose so. Anybody would pay big money for a gun like that.

Yeah, they'd have to sell it, wouldn't they?

Right.

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

Marty.

Bodhi, dear chap, good to see you again. I like your new officers.

Oh, well, you know me, Bodhi. Always feel restricted in four walls.

Walls have ears. And they need to be big ears.

Right.

Ray Doyle, my partner, Margie Mattel.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Amazing to think the Vikings used to sail up here a few hundred years ago.

Raid our cities, rob all the women, rape all the men.

If you like that sort of thing. Martel's one of the world's leading experts, Ray.

On what? I specialise in handguns and rifles.

Sporting?

Depends on what you mean by sport.

Well, hunting rifles.

If that's what you want, yes. And if I want something else?

Think we'd better go into my other office.

Remember that consignment of Uzi's you went over the gulf that time, Bodie?

Remember the job we had getting them out there?

And getting the money out for the ruler?

I hope this isn't that sort of deal, Bodie.

Nope, no deal. Not this time.

I want your help, Marty.

For free, of course. Naturally.

Think of it as goodwill.

Oh, I will, I will.

Well, what do you want? What do you know about the American 180?

It's a real meanie, you know that. We know, we've tried it. You have?

There's one loose in London, right now.

No. Yes.

That's bad. That's very bad. Heard anything?

Not a whisper. Don't think it can be on the market. Well, somebody's got it.

Where did it come from? Us.

I don't believe it. You better believe it.

Point is, Marty, we'd like it back.

Bet you would.

A 180 loose in London is bad news. Right. Bad for the business.

Not good for our reputation.

Doesn't do ours much good, either.

All right.

Leave it with me.

I'll ask around.

Thank you.

Doyle.

Now what?

Start at the other end, I suppose.

Any end in particular?

Look up a few old friends.

Prefer to wait and see. He's a good guy, Martel.

Backfire? Not on your life.

Your life or mine?

Mine, I think.

He's playing with us.

Cat and mouse, stringing us along.

He knows all the moves. Well, most of them, anyway.

Let's get out of here. I feel a little bit exposed.

Oh, hello. Scotland Yard.

I want to contact someone in CI5. Yeah, CI5.

Yeah, all right, I'll hold.

Oh, hello.

My name is Richards.

Morris Richards.

I'm a former detective sergeant. Look, I want to get a message through to Ray Doyle.

I've got some information for him.

Browny.

Permission to come aboard?

Why not?

I thought you packed it all in.

Not quite.

Oh, but you're not one of the good guys anymore, or are you?

Not quite.

What about Happy Joe there? I suppose he's not quite either.

Yeah, and I suppose it's not quite a social call.

That's right.

That's right.

Yeah.

Well, if it's business, I can afford to give you a drink.

Business must be very good. How do you make?

You get about much, do you?

A bit.

Business?

Not quite.

Cross the Channel?

Sometimes.

Must carry a very comfortable cargo.

Purely for pleasure, son.

Purely for pleasure.

Nosy little mouse, your friend, isn't he?

Yeah.

What's he sniffing about?

Uh, habit.

Bodie.

So, give over with a lockjaw. What are you after? A gun. Yeah, shooters.

Oh, that's not my style. No, you want somebody like Tinkerbell. Only he's inside,

isn't he? And he'd spread your guts all over the pavement.

No.

We're after one particular gun.

A special.

But we've done a big one. Not yet.

Could do any time.

What's so special about it?

Power, distance, and it's got a special sight.

And you've lost it.

And whoever found it knew you had it.

You heard nothing.

Not a sneeze.

You want me to ask around?

It'll cost you.

Couple of favours?

All right, son, I hear you.

A bit of in-good standing always helps.

Need I say?

It's urgent.

Always is. Oh.

Well, you're at it.

Somebody tried to blow me up, put a couple of pound of jelly on me wheels.

Now, that's not nice.

What kind of war are you in?

Well, I'm the target.

Hope to hear from you, Brownie.

I always knew it, you know. What? You're as mad as he is. Who?

The nutter.

Could be anywhere, couldn't it? Eh?

A thousand yards.

What's that?

A hit? Easy, couldn't miss.

That's right, but he won't, will he? Well, not yet, anyway.

He's teasing me.

He's not just a nutter, he's a sadistic nutter. He's setting me up. Yeah,

and you're just gonna sit here and take it like a traditional nanny goes.

Till he comes out to get me.

And then what?

You'll save me.

Three-seven.

Go ahead.

Please contact Morris Richards urgently. Message ends.

Thank you.

Morris Richards? Yeah, used to be a friend of mine down at the yard.

Keeps an old pub on the river.

Now where are you going? Phone.

Yeah, well, watch your back. You watch it.

7732. Morris, Ray Doyle. Oh, Ray. I've been trying to reach you.

You don't make it easy, do you?

Yeah, well, I've been a bit busy, Morris. What is it? Well, it's a couple of things.

Now, look, I can't swear to it, but when you left here last night, well,

I thought I saw a car follow you.

What sort?

A Porsche. I couldn't get the number. Too dark.

Does it mean anything?

Yeah, it does.

You said a couple of things.

Maurice?

Maurice!

Yeah, that's right.

Look, I couldn't say anything last night, but... What the devil?

That's it, a .22, as fired by the 180 automatic rifle. Why?

How could anyone have known he got something to tell me?

Maybe they didn't. He could have tuned in to the radio. A possibility.

So as from now, you're both to maintain radio silence, except an extreme emergency.

Yes, sir. Next, what did he have to tell you?

First, the car, tailing us. Tailing you?

He was here again last night when he was in the pub.

And obviously followed us back to Cathy's place.

Has he?

Oh, well.

It must have been something he already knew,

because he got as far as saying it was something he couldn't tell me last night.

So we've got some related facts. Richards and Doyle, but not you.

Rigging the car bomb could have been a grudge against CI5. Taking the 180,

possible also, but killing Richards, ex-cop.

Stalking you, you're Richards' ex-bully boy, ex-cop. Sir,

it's nothing to do with CI5. This is something out of your past, Doyle,

out of your time at the yard.

Someone who hates you so much he wants to see

you squirm before he brings you to your knees.

One puts a bullet through your head,

better check through a list of your old friends.

And if this goes back to your days in the force,

that means the killer's had a long time to

make his revenge. Like a few years inside.

Exactly.

I've got the police and prison service checking their records to

see if anyone Morris knew arrested has been released lately.

Anyone spring to mind? Not immediately, sir, no.

They've put away a few hard cases, but nothing like this, no.

Right. Then we'll just have to jog your memory.

Well, you've still got one left to jog.

You were a busy young copper. Terror, Stepney Green.

Direct orders from the commissioner.

If you want me, call me.

Well, you could always take me out to supper if I get a break. Hold my hand.

That was last night. We don't want to make a habit of it, do we?

I am sorry about getting you involved in all that.

And when Cowley got on to me being at the pub,

I could hardly say I was out with my granny, could I?

You might have been safer.

Yeah. Hey, you realize you could have blown it with Cowley, don't you?

I never want a man who doesn't want me.

So what will you do if you've blown it?

Emigrate.

You are sure about tonight, aren't you?

Quite.

Where will you be?

Oh, back at my place, going through these.

Now, if you get hungry... Perhaps.

We don't want you wondering about the streets, do we?

Without Bowley to look after me.

Or me.

So what have you got? Vibrations. What's that

supposed to mean? Do you know where it is?

No, but there could be one on the market. I don't know.

I put the word around I'd have a buyer for a 180. Someone nibbled?

By telephone, claiming to be a go-between.

I confirmed my interest. He said he'd call me back.

Better arrange to have your phone tapped.

Sorry, Bodie, friendship doesn't stretch that

far. All right, put a recorder on it, then.

I record all my conversations naturally.

All right, Marty. Look, I won't listen to anything you don't want me to, OK?

Satisfactory.

As soon as you hear anything, you'll let me know, won't you? Any time,

day or night? Yes, of course. Haven't I done so already?

We're obliged to help each other these days, aren't we, Bodie?

We spiked it a little with brandy to keep it going.

Oh, thanks.

Closed.

Back another month?

Back another month.

Will it all be all right?

He'd better be. He's had fair warning.

Hello.

Good morning. This is your friendly night watch from here. How about some breakfast?

Push.

Could you find anywhere better to sleep? Who's been sleeping?

Anyway, I've crashed out in most places. I'll bet you have.

Africa? Africa? Where's that?

Yeah, never mind.

Where's my breakfast?

What do you think this is, a transport cafe? Oh, magic. Bacon, eggs, tomatoes,

beans, sausage. That's what I'm thinking of.

That's it.

Be all right, Toasty.

I'm starving, Ray.

Come on, be all right.

Hello?

Cathy. All right, push.

Hello.

Hello. You all right?

Like your seat, except we're a bit hungry.

Morning.

I've got you some breakfast.

Oh, an angel of mercy.

I know.

By the way, I met your postman as I was coming in here.

What's that?

Feels like a book in a plain brown wrapper.

What have you been buying?

Yeah.

Cathy, love, just put it down very, very carefully on the table and walk away, huh?

You don't think it's... Okay, go.

I suppose any good adult books, I think.

No.

Here. No.

That's for me.

Cathy, out. I said out.

Go that way.

Right.

Your friend has a sense of humour.

Yeah, we nearly died laughing.

He's made fools of both of you. It wasn't meant to explode.

He crossed the wires over. What's he playing?

You don't know it all. Another taunt, another turn of the screw.

Don't you know your man yet?

Doesn't this tell you, doesn't it, Doyle? Names, Doyle,

names of every man released from Her Majesty's prisons in the last six months.

Ex-Detective Superintendent Preston and Ex-Detective Inspector Montgomery. You

know them?

They hate you enough to kill you? You were looking at the wrong files, man.

You didn't work in there in case you were part of it.

Police evidence came primarily from yourself and one other.

Morris Richards. Well, find them, lads, find them.

Preston.

Doyle.

What are we in such a hurry about?

Oh, he always drives like that. No, I just wanted to see how you were.

What you've been up to since your release.

You still in the force?

No. CI5. Oh, yes.

That'd suit you, Doyle.

Congratulations.

Seen much of Maurice Richard since you've been out.

Only what I've read in the papers.

I'm sorry about that.

Isn't a CI5 job, though, is it?

Where were you yesterday afternoon around 4.15?

Oh, that takes me back a bit.

I used to say things like that. Where were you?

With my probation officer.

Where?

Miles away from Morris Richards, if that's what you're thinking.

In Greenwich.

I got stuck down there, as a matter of fact.

It was a terrible traffic jam with a rather high tunnel.

A big truck broke down.

About your car, is it?

Yes, officer.

What about the night before? The night before last, you mean? Yeah.

I had a drink down the local.

Then an early night. With your wife?

Don't make me laugh.

My wife left me.

Oh, I am sorry.

There's no need to be. It wasn't much of a marriage anyway. Now,

you'll have to excuse me if you don't mind.

I've got an appointment with your probation officer.

It's a condition of parole.

You understand, till I get a steady job, which could take a long time.

Nobody loves a bent copper, do they?

You weren't thinking of coming in, were you?

Is that a warrant?

Well, you two don't exactly love each other, do you? Like he said,

nobody loves a bent copper.

Oh, never mind. Let's try the other one.

No good you ringing that bell, man.

Mr Montgomery gone away.

When? When did he go?

I don't know, man. What you think I am, a nosy pack or something?

I mind my own damn business. You mind yours.

Afternoon.

Hello.

Yeah, hello, Browning. You got something for me? I think so. Can we meet?

All right, I'll come to the boat.

No, I'm out east.

Tell you what, you know the old swing bridge past the moorings?

What are you doing there? No questions, Ray. Oh, come on, it's a big place, Brownie.

I'll meet you halfway. No, I've got to wait it out.

You'll find me.

Yeah, all right, I'll...

I'll meet you there in about an hour.

I'm on the way to meet a contact. Maintaining radio silence. Out.

2-4, go ahead, 3-7.

I'm at 4-5's place. He's not at home. Any information over?

3-6 is on his way to meet a contact. Maintaining radio silence.

Thanks a bundle, 2-4. Do you know where?

Negative, 3-7.

Thank you. Out.

Doyle?

Brownie?

Anyone at home?

What?

Oh, listen, Bodie, that missing copper Montgomery, we've located him.

He's on a fishing holiday with his family in Scotland,

been there for the past two weeks.

Get round to Preston's house. I'll meet you there.

At last, Bodhi.

I thought we said hurry.

I'm sorry, sir. I had a bit further to come. Well, come on in, man.

I thought you'd like to know what we found.

Hi, Cathy.

Here.

Plane tickets?

To Buenos Aires.

To?

Yes, Bodie, that's what we found.

And what Morris Richards knew.

Preston and Miss Mason were married before

he went inside, seven years ago. You bitch.

You set Ray up.

She set us up from the start.

He didn't even have to follow us, did he?

You knew exactly where he was gonna be.

And you know exactly where he is now.

You'd better tell me, my lovely, because if anything happens to Ray,

I'm going to find your sadistic boyfriend.

Husband.

Husband.

And kill him.

Very slowly.

And then, to save you the pleasure of spending

the rest of your miserable life in jail...

I could do the same for you.

Great joy.

Did you hear that, Mr. Carley?

I never heard a word, Miss Mason.

Not a single word. His eyesight's not very good, either.

Rowdy!

Let him go, Preston! Let him go!

Raston!

Do something, please! Shut up!

He's over there.

I am.

Why don't you shoot the bastard? From this range,

I might as well spit at him. Shut up!

Ray, I can't reach!

Now, Preston, put the gun down slowly.

Don't be a fool, Preston. Drop it.

Well, your fella's got it a bit fine.

Then there's a memo in triplicate.

Well, it's certainly an impressive weapon. Say that again, sir.

Half the time you don't need to use it.

Your man sees the red dot on him, knows he's got no chance, gives up.

Providing he knows what it is, of course.

Your mate Preston did, didn't he?

I still want a full written evaluation from you, including its efficiency.

I think Preston proved that, sir.

He shot Richards in his own pub half a mile away across the river. Yeah,

no wonder he packed him when you lined that one up on him.

Yeah, he did, didn't he?

Your arms dealer friend may have some explaining to do.

I want to know how he got hold of a 180 for you. Didn't I tell you, sir?

It's not a real gun, you know. It's only a dummy.

Just demonstrate the sight. Look.

It's good, isn't it?

Marty!