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Three goals to two.

In this third shaka, here at the lawns, beautiful weather,

and it's South America very much on the attack.

It's Nick Gonzalo, and the ball's loose.

Nearside backhander by Francesco Cabreras. Cabreras on the ball,

nearside backhander again. South America gets up to his number two.

That's Nick Gonzalo.

Nick Gonzalo just doesn't get the shot he hoped for.

Under the deck by Nick Gonzalo. Nearside backhander defense is shot by Julian David.

And it's England trying to turn the game now.

But it's a lovely full shot by the number four from South America.

It's over it, and it's still in front of goal. But England turn the game,

England trying to clear the ball away, and it's run over the goal line for a hit.

And it'll be Ronald Deverell coming round the ball on the goal line to a drive.

Oh, Gonzalo on the ball now.

But it's Ronald Devereux. Good shot by Devereux for South America.

Coming in now. Ball travels.

But it's Francesa Cabreras on the ball for South America, the white shirt.

Cabreras again. Going for the hook. It's hard-ridden by David Julian.

But, uh, Cabrera's trying to get round, gets on his ball again now. Service shot,

he's overridden the ball.

England trying to get possession. Sam Howard gets the ball now, over Cabrera's.

Looks injured, leaning over his horse now.

Cabrera's coming to the side of the ground, only taking towards the pony lines.

The whistle stopped, came across, down past the commercial store.

He's lying flat on the ground now.

That's incredible. That came really fast.

Wallah.

It's getting boring.

Shut it!

4-5, your place, over. Doyle, where are you?

Watching cricket, sir. Cricket? What the devil are you doing watching cricket?

Well, it's quite a popular sport, sir.

I know that, Doyle. Where are you watching? And where is Bodie? Loughlin.

Bodie's playing for his old mob.

Hey, Bodie's just scored another four.

It's against Met Police, is it? Well, it's a pity you weren't watching Polo.

Francesco Cabreras, son of the president of San Ibraes,

has been assassinated on the field at Highley.

I want you both out here, fast. On our way, out.

I'm three away from a century, and you're gonna blow the whistle on me. Okay!

You think if I told Cowley that, he'd have... Yeah, right.

This could rear us, kid.

Is he the one in all the gossips?

Yeah. 19, still wet behind the ears.

They can't get to the dictator, so they shoot the kids.

Maybe they should try democracy.

A present for you and your friend, Sherry.

I just happened to notice.

I thought, rock star, people like that.

Or people who wanted people to think that, you know?

Yes, yes, an attention getter.

Yes.

It's silly, really. I mean, how can they see out of them?

Tinted windows.

Oh, they can see perfectly well, excuse me.

Not much doubt about it. It's got to be the light blue coupe. The question is,

where would they ditch it?

Nobody's going to drive around in a car that hot. Some kids saw it.

Got half the registration number, sir. Which half?

Back half. Where to start? You're right. They'd have to ditch it fast.

The local boys are covering a 12-mile radius.

The counties are picking up the overlaps.

Service area off a motorway. Oh, great. Think

of the possibilities. Right, on your way.

Thank you, Mrs. Davis. I think we have all the details.

Girlfriend?

No, stepsister. The consulate got hold of her.

Nice looking. Yeah.

But under the circumstances. No toy.

Didn't even get a cucumber sandwich.

Excuse me. Ms. Cabrera's Cowley CI5. My condolences.

A terrible tragedy.

Now they strike out.

At home, nothing. But here, everything is possible.

It might seem that way.

It is that way.

Francisco has been killed.

And we will seek out his killer.

That won't bring him back.

– Haven't tried the doors, have you? – No, sir, told to stay off.

– Bomb squad coming? – Told to wait for you boys.

Oh, great. – Anything? – No, nothing yet.

– Oh, yeah, we got one. – All right, get them back.

I think that little zip-wrap packet's got more smoke lusht in it, don't you?

Jack it up? We can try.

Francisco was staying with you, Miss Cabrera.

No, he was staying at Claridge's with Senor Ochoa. Oh?

My apartment is not suitable.

But you saw him on this trip?

We had dinner with some of the team last night.

It was a wonderful evening.

How long have you been over here, Miss Cabrero?

Three years.

At London University?

Yes, a doctorate in philosophy.

And then back to Sani Rez?

Perhaps.

Bit more.

Bit more.

Bit.

Stop.

All right. Up. Keep going.

How's it going? Bit more. Nearly there.

Don't tread on it.

Okay.

Oh, the bomb squad. Oh, they will be pleased.

I don't do it anymore.

I don't need to.

Your wife's on the game, is she?

Better than that.

Divorced.

She's married money and I'm home free.

Stuff in there.

What happened to that young kid, the Evel Knievel bit?

The one who did his leg in? Did his leg in? Yeah.

Oh, the fair-haired one, Norman.

God knows.

Come on, known associates.

You stood in the dock together not long ago. Quashed on a pier.

Hardly know him. Good wheel man, so they tell me. With a dodgy leg? Yeah.

He should have stuck to what he was good at.

The glamorous show, Viz.

Evil Knievel. Yeah, he could still lift the odd

motor, though, couldn't he? Ready him up a bit.

Possibly.

I don't think anyone would bother with him.

Yeah, well, someone did. We found his prints on one yesterday.

Well, prints. Half a print.

But enough.

See, it's all very well driving with gloves on,

but when it comes to playing a tune on the engine, well,

you might think that you've wiped all the prints off, but it's unfortunate.

Yeah, you just done a very nasty job, that. Very nasty.

Oh, don't tell him we're looking for him.

We don't like a lot of help.

Leave it out. The man's retired.

He might get a job on some dodgums at a funfair, and that's about it.

He still uses his hands, can't he?

He has done. Not for me, he hasn't.

I told you, he's finished. His nerve's gone.

If he ever had any.

Man's got to eat, though, isn't he?

Well, that is a comfort, coming from you lot.

Four-five. Your friend, the car dealer, took it beautifully.

What, his phone or the box on the corner? Over.

The box.

Had to be.

Number at this address, 21 Sunderland Mansions, Booker Street.

No, well, sir, very salubrious area.

Over.

In northern districts, the rain will become heavy during the afternoon evening.

Straight from the bank teller. No currency restrictions.

This is quite a payoff.

Yeah, not bad for stealing a car. Took it Friday night in Soho.

Kept it under wraps for 36 hours and tuned it up.

Yeah, good money.

Except that I got him killed.

If what the Cabrera's girl says is right,

this is money from the Moretus Fighting Fund

to PR hoodlums to do their work for them.

The Moretus? No terrorist group.

The island's a riddle with them.

What's it like, this Sanibras?

Oh, the haves have it all, and the peasants have what they stand up in.

How did the president take the news? His security chief's

coming over. Oh, great. That'll be a big help.

Found the Volkswagen.

Practically tripped over it. It was in a garage under some flats. Prince?

No, I doubt it. The wheel's as clean as a whistle. Stella?

No, straight cast job. Didn't even change a place.

Bye.

A girl. They say she's blonde, pretty, but instantly forgettable.

Been another killing.

Dacartes?

Yeah, he was just a kid too.

He was a mercenary.

He took their money.

Whoever they are.

They call themselves revolutionaries.

Fighting their battles on our soil.

When are you leaving, Miss Cabreras?

For the funeral? I'm not.

I've said my farewells.

Won't you be missed?

That, I'm afraid, Captain Hidalgo, is where the trail ended.

And do you intend to leave it there?

The list of suspect expatriates you provided will be thoroughly investigated.

They work hand in hand, these dissidents.

No.

They do each other's dirty work. Our record against the various dissidents,

as you call them, is quite good.

The President is well aware of that.

I was a wee bit surprised to learn that Miss Cabreras

was not returning home for the funeral.

Anita will do as she pleases.

Our poor little rich girl was always somewhat wayward.

She made a rather unfortunate marriage, I understand. Unfortunate?

She was never a great favorite of the president, but she was, after all,

his stepdaughter, and he tried to be a father to her.

Who was her real father?

He died some years ago, a man of good family. One of the ruling families? Yes.

What happened to Anita's marriage?

The husband was one of these poolside Adonises.

She saw through him eventually. The marriage was dissolved,

but not without some unfortunate publicity. And Anita's mother?

Despairs of her.

According to the maitre d', he's an honourable. You're right, honourable.

I'll bet he is, Richardson.

Nigel, would you believe?

Yeah, I would.

What's that? I don't know, mate. You ordered it.

Records think I'm mad, you know, asking for a two-five on him.

He's a well-known Debs delight. The original Hooray Henry.

Probably thinks Latin America's a place where you speak Latin.

Well, it is, isn't it?

I think we can leave this to one of the juniors.

Yeah, so do I. Come on, cuff up.

Let's get a bite to eat, shall we? Hey,

why don't we give this place a little whirl, shall

we? A nice discreet table, shall we? Eh?

On expenses? Yeah, why not? Joking, Cali'll kill you.

No, it's not good enough for you, mate.

Now, I see half a pound of broiled minced beef,

sesame buns, sliced onion, assorted relishes.

Tweet on the premises or take away? Take away. Good game on the books. You're on.

Keep the change.

Hi.

Hi.

Mr Doyle.

Ray.

Ray Doyle.

Ray.

And to what do I owe this pleasure?

Ray.

Concern.

About what? Your safety.

Oh, I see.

Well, I've been here quite a while, and no one's shown any concern before.

That was before Francisco was killed. Now, I

suppose they came after you, Miss Cabreros.

Anita.

Anita, yeah.

Tis a possibility.

Yes.

Of course we did the grand tour, jet style.

And of course I was finished off, Geneva and Paris.

Paris for the flowers and place settings.

And then I did it all again later, when I married.

That was quite a celebrated affair, wasn't it?

If only it had been an affair, just an affair.

A rough ride.

Very.

What happened to him?

Ramos?

Selling Japanese cars to the Argentinians. He bought the concession.

Not bad for a beach bum.

Yeah, where did he get the money from? Has he paid off?

I paid him off.

Of course, he squandered a lot of it, casinos, the ladies, but he bounced back.

You know what his name is?

No.

Fortuno.

Ramos de Fortuno.

And I provided the fortune.

You use your stepfather's name.

Oh, that's normal enough.

I didn't particularly wish to go on being known as La Senora di Fortuna.

Yeah, but not your own father's name.

He was quite a hero, wasn't he?

How do you know that?

Just, uh, normal inquiries.

But who would tell you that?

So, my father, the liberal, the man of the people.

There's a statue of him in the main square. The president unveiled it.

Oh, I loved him, of course.

And his name is respected, more so with the passage of time.

Mr. Doyle.

Ray, truthfully, my father was not such a great libertarian.

He would be cross at any such suggestion.

Cross at being a hero?

My father was an aristocrat. They tend to assume heroism. He was a gentleman,

a concerned person, but not with matters like equality, socialism.

How about human rights?

Women's lib, no?

A little before his time. There's no such thing as women's lib in my country.

Of course, at our, my level, by right of birth, position, but even then,

despite the wealth, we are kept in our place.

So why don't you go back?

I will.

In time?

With your doctorate in philosophy.

Yes.

And will you be into human rights?

I shall do what I can.

Is that why you don't believe you could be on any assassination list?

No.

I might be.

You might be right.

I'm now under a bed, okay?

Did you get all that?

Oh, someone should. I'm choking to death here.

Bedside phone.

Excellent.

Well done.

Record player.

Now.

Tape deck. Drive.

Well, hello, and how's your day making out?

Oh, not too exerting. What are you doing later?

I don't know.

Fancy a game of squash?

Yeah, maybe. Early-ish, though.

Why, you got something on?

I'm not sure yet. There's a Buñuel movie on at the Academy.

Oh, yeah.

Going Alone.

Well, I might be. How do you make out with the Cabrera school?

Oh, that's a very tricky case. It could take up a lot of my time, you know.

Does the boyfriend know?

The right honourable jerk.

No, the French one.

What French one?

Well, I think he's French, you know. He's talking French, all that mon amour.

He's in there now.

Where are you?

In the buggy-boo.

Yeah, whereabouts in the buggy-boo?

Porter Street.

Around the corner from the lady.

I'm joining you, friend.

Creep.

I just wondered. Didn't want you being cuckolded, that's all.

What time's your Bunuel movie starting?

You think you'll make it?

All right, all right.

What's happening?

Not a lot at the moment.

Oh, relax. You turned him down.

So soon after the bereavement, you know.

What'll you make of it? I'll have to brush up on my French mate. Sounds smooth,

though. Mind you, for French mates, the fat stock prices sounds amorous, doesn't it?

Hey, switch it through.

Kitchen.

Kettle lid.

Clean the kettle.

How cosy. I've just been buying her lunch. Expenses. I had to buy me own.

You wanna hear row one?

Has anybody seen him go in?

That's a block of flats.

118? 9-3.

Man living via fire escape. On second floor.

Heading for street.

Should be in view.

Now. Over.

118, clean jacket, black trousers.

Check.

118, this is 45.

Where are you headed? Over. Over.

Okay, stay with him. Has he got wheels? Over.

Taxi. Licence plate Lima Sierra X-Ray 32 Sierra. Hackney carriage plate 6013.

Over.

Yeah, okay, we've got that. Stay with him. I'll do an overlap. We'll find out.

Frenchman crept out on us.

Speedy Gonzales.

Four, five, three, seven.

Three, seven.

We better send that roll to the voice lab, check on the accent, over.

Oh, what a good idea. Oi.

Sign that, will you?

On its way. Out.

Twice.

Yeah. Yeah.

You were laming. You give me this phony line about concern for my safety,

and your friends are bugging my apartment and prying

into my personal life in a disgusting way.

Where is it? Where is it?

How dare you?

How dare you do this to me?

For your protection.

Protection?

You call it protection to snoop on me?

Wait a minute. Look, you don't have to smash the place up.

Look, you're going to have to live with this, you know.

Live with this.

You think I can live here after this?

After you and your grubby little men have crawled all over it?

My God, I'd rather live in a tent than a hovel and put up with this invasion.

If you'll just calm down and stay in one place

for long enough, I'll find them for you.

I'll take them out.

All right.

Find them.

All of them.

And the rest.

I want all of them.

All.

Now you don't know where they are. You pretend. All right.

Yeah.

The others?

Where are the others?

There are four of them.

Well, where are they?

That's government property. My boss isn't going to like this.

And my embassy is not going to like this.

Your embassy is very interested in the capture of the man or woman

or murder person who have ever shot your poor stepbrother.

And so am I. How dare you trick me with all that rubbish about your concern.

Concern for my safety while all the time you...

We are still concerned with your safety.

Good evening, sir. Good evening, Doyle.

Miss Cabreras.

Dios mio, esta gente.

Miss Cabreras is very distressed about what she considers

to be an unwarranted intrusion on our privacy.

Intrusion?

Yes, yes, Miss Cabreras.

I know how you must feel about all this, but it was necessary.

Necessary?

Necessary to establish that I'm a normal person.

Necessary to establish that at my age I actually have a lover.

Your lover, Commissioner Lacoste.

Lacoste?

Yes, René Lacoste.

That's not his name.

The man who was here this afternoon was Pepe.

Fierro.

Is this Mr Fierro?

Yes.

That's Pepe.

René.

René Lacoste, aged 26, born in the Basque region

of France, in Le Suber, near Bayonne.

A known sympathiser with the separatist movement,

with dubious connections in Italy and Germany, both in...

But why shouldn't he be a sympathiser with the separatists?

That doesn't make him an activist.

Both in politics and in the trafficking of drugs.

So he smokes pot.

No, his name is not Pepe Fierro.

And his drug connections are somewhat harder than marijuana.

So, you removed the bugs for him, eh?

That's right.

Cowley okayed up.

More or less?

More or less.

In a sense. In what sense?

Well, I didn't actually remove them. I replaced them.

Well, that accounts for it, then. Accounts for what?

Why she didn't sleep very well last night.

On her own, of course.

Yes, she was pacing about, tossing and turning.

Received a couple of calls, too. One about midnight, the other one 1 o'clock.

Didn't answer, though. I wonder why.

I'm not going to ask her that. I don't think you should, mate.

She might try and wrap a lamppost round your neck. Spirit of your girl.

She's got a lot of spirit. Yeah, thoroughbred. Highly strong. Takes some holding.

Like a polo pony, you know, quick on the turn.

Yeah, they're very sensitive to the bit, aren't they?

You'd better hurry, mate. School's out.

What does she have for breakfast?

Uh, sounded like cereal.

Yeah, you snap, crackle and pop.

I shall see you tomorrow, OK?

Well?

Yeah, very well, thank you.

What do you want?

Your friend contacted you, yeah?

No.

Well, if he does, he will call us.

I said I would.

I called you last night.

No reply.

I switched the phone off. I'd had enough conversation for one day.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Listen, there are certain aspects of my job I'm not entirely happy with, you know.

I can imagine.

Can you?

I wonder if you can.

We do have secret police in my country.

Not the same.

In the name of democracy? Oh,

there are some quite dubious people's democracies around.

Yeah, and they all have different ideas of what's civilised.

You should take up philosophy.

Only if I can sit next to you.

You going to buy me another sandwich?

I'll do better than that.

No, a sandwich will do.

Got another lecture.

Plastic wrappers on plastic sandwiches.

Could have done better.

That's what the headmistress put on my report at Rodine. Could do better.

Was she right?

Possibly.

It's a question of values.

I wish... I wish our meetings could be brought about by happier circumstances.

Yeah, so do I. Listen, if Renée contacts you again,

you've got to go through with this.

I know.

It's hard to believe anyone could be so cold-blooded, so cruel.

Do I have to use you just to get to your stepbrother? No.

Renée's fighting a war.

Francisco is an enemy, a class enemy.

If he surfaces again, we'll nominate another candidate,

somebody he won't be able to resist.

All right.

Good.

Hi. Hi. Who's the English guy? English?

Someone I met. Interesting.

Ran into Pepito last night. Oh, hi. V, hi. Money to burn, if you know what I mean.

Where? Hamstead and Points North.

You still seeing him?

Yes. What do you do with your leftovers? Do a meatloaf?

Thank you.

Hello, you're very punctual.

If I'm going to be investigated, I might as well be with the investigator.

I thought you'd got over that. Did you bring a note?

You mean you haven't read it?

You agreed to help. I know. It doesn't say a lot.

Do you read French?

Annie knows how to turn on the charm. Do you mind if I keep this?

Do you mind if I have a drink?

I'm sorry. There's somebody I want you to say hello to.

Raoul!

Hello, Annie. You're old friends?

We know each other well.

Quite well.

So sad we see so little of you nowadays.

Captain Hidalgo has agreed to give the Meretos some target practice.

But she could be killed.

So could you, if you agree to cooperate.

How long is he staying?

A week.

What's he doing here?

Shopping for defense equipment. Who's attacking?

The people.

Naturally.

I like the look of the lady.

Such a waste.

Waste?

It's an expression which used to be popular with the CIA. To waste is to expend.

That'll up the price. Just take care of him and leave the rest to me.

104 to Control.

All clear at the house.

98 to Control. We're on our way.

Message received, Control. 45 out.

3-7-12, Alpha 1, birdies left the nest.

Oh, yes, that'll do nicely.

Thank you. 45 to 77. Yes, 45.

What have you got?

All cars accounted for. 45 to 94, what have you got?

They're all very tranquil, 45. Over.

Punch out.

Not bad.

45 to 93. Where those horses come from?

Frampton Stables.

All checked out.

OK, roger, 93. 45 out.

Nice one.

Nothing wrong with your reflexes.

Gin and tonic on the knee? Otherwise, fine.

4-5 to base, over.

Base to 4-5, go ahead.

Run a fast check on an orange BMW, index number

Delta Tango Whiskey 754 Tango. 4-5 over.

6-3, it's an orange BMW. They're going to overtake you soon.

There's a woman driving it.

Stay with her, but well behind. 4-5 over. Roger, 4-5. 4-5 to Golfers.

Concentrate on the south-east section. 4-5 over.

Bend his shot a little to the right, will you? Will do.

Football now?

The Cabrera's girl called in. She thinks Lacoste has appeared near the house.

Oh, beautiful. That's all we need.

Nine-foot golfers, client sighted, dead ahead.

Okay, we're on, fellas.

Let's go on a routine.

How long? Seconds. Ten at most. All right, go!

Where do you want it, front or back?

The bullet.

How do you want it?

Are you making out?

There it is.

Beauty.

And don't go stamping on that one, please. I'm in enough trouble as it is.

Can't I keep it as a souvenir?

Oh.

I can see I'm going to have to work on you.

That's the fastest fast food delivery I've ever known.

Good evening, Ms. Cabrera.

May we come in?

Of course.

Major Cowley, Mr. Bodie.

Michel Lacoste is as well as can be expected,

and Captain Hidalgo is returning to Sanibres tonight.

There's just one loose end.

Yes, some equipment that we neglected to remove, if you'll permit me.

Bodie, the matter is well in hand.

Good evening, Doyle.

I understood you'd gone off duty. I had, sir.

I was exercising public relations.

Well done, Doyle.

I always approve of the personal touch.

Come on, Bodhi, there's a very good pub just round

the corner for here. Good night, Miss Cabreros.

Good night, Major.

Oh, Doyle, don't... Don't be late in the morning, yes, sir.

No.

Don't forget to return the equipment is under your signature.