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Freddie.

Should be a good
night tonight, Freddie.

There're a couple of Arabs
in town who love to gamble.

Make sure we have some
pretty girls around?

To, er, relax their purse strings, eh?-
-Right, Mr Latymer.

Blondes. They like blondes.

l'm sorry, the club's closed.

We won't be open for
another hour yet.

Mr Latymer?

Yes?

l don't know you, do l?

You're not a member.

Out-of-town membership.

All right, Freddie.

Now, Mr, er...

l don't think it's wise that
you know my name.

l come with high recommendations.

From a friend of yours lives
just south of Pasadena.

Johnny?-
- Sammy.

Tall man with a blond moustache.

Short, dark, and clean-shaven.

Drink?

Bourbon.

l don't like to waste time.-
-Neither do l.

lt's a straight hit job. l hear you're the
best man in the country to arrange it.

l hear your fee comes as high
as a hundred thousand.

l'm offering a hundred
and fifty thousand.

Cash into a Swiss bank?

You just give me the account number,
and you're as good as paid.

Who's the contract for?

His name's John Gerry Patterson.

He's staying right here in London.

At the Holiday lnn.

Patterson?

Cowley, Cl5.

For God's sake, if this is your idea of some
kind ofjoke, l'm telling you here and now that-

No joke, Mr Patterson. Deadly
serious, accent on the deadly.

Mr Patterson, you're a bigot, and l'm
not surprised someone wants you dead.

What?

That's our information,
there's a contract out on you.

Now, Mr Patterson, if you are going to be hit, l don't
want it to happen here while you're under my care.

l don't want you bleeding
all over my doorstep.

There are always threats, cranks...

But this comes from an
unimpeachable source.

And that's why we're going
to escort you to the airport.

The airport?

You're returning to America, Mr Patterson.

You can't do that, l've
got a permit to stay here.

Rescinded.

l have express permission from your lmmigration.

Rescinded.

And l have a letter here
from your Foreign Office.

Rescinded.

Shall we go, Mr Patterson?

Shall we go?!

l'll get someone to
pick up your baggage.

(GUNSHOTS)

The roof!

Help me. Get me out of here!

We will! We will!

l'm your responsibility.

You admitted that!

l know.

And l don't shirk my responsibilities,
Mr Patterson.

Then get me on a plane and get
me home, l've got friends at home.

l- l can get protection at home.

We'll get you to that plane, but don't
you think they'll know that?

Don't you think they'll be waiting?

What are you gonna do?

What size jacket do you
wear, Mr Patterson?

Place your bets, please.

Yes, it was a foul-up,
but your foul-up.

They found out about the contract.

Well, not from me!

Arguing the point
will get us nowhere.

They'll try and smuggle him out now.

Find out how and when,
and l'll deal with it.

Well, of course you can find out!

They'll have to inform your Embassy, surely you
know someone there you can put the screws on.

That's what l thought.

The bullion is being loaded
aboard the plane direct.

You'll do the loading,

and once you're on that
plane, Mr Patterson...

l'm safe.

l hope so.

l've never set up a job like
this so quickly, Freddie.

Yet, nevertheless, it's perfect.

There's already a road works here.

Georgey will narrow the traffic down to one
lane of vehicles. They'll pour into it like a funnel.

Road works on a weekday.

What is it?

Road works.

Oh.

So how do they
get the money out?

l don't know.

But if the man stays in the back-

They have a little door in the side like a coal hole,
the fellow in the back hands it through.

Oh.

Oh, come on, come on.

Good boy, Boris.

All right, then.

Very nice.

Shall we let her in?

Oh, l wish she'd do
the same for me.

You never give up, do you?

But how does the man in the back
know when to give the money?

l don't know...

Why can't they mend the
lousy roads on a Sunday?

We bring the whole damn lot to a halt,
and then Georgey and the boys move in.

What does he think he's up to?

Leave it, Roy.

Now, don't be heroes, any of you!

Give me that camera. Come on,
give it to me, will you!

(EXPLOSlON)

(GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMlNG)

l don't believe it.

Did you all see that?

They shot him!

Ugh!

We said, no heroes!

Come on, let's stop 'em!

(SCREECHlNG TYRES)

(Lorry Driver)
Watch it their deadliy with those guns!

(Lorry Driver)
Get back. Get back!

(Lorry Driver)
Don't get to near Bill.

(SlRENS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(Bodie) A lousy bit of film.

Scared people. We're lucky to have it.

Cortex?

Yes.

Cuts inwards, like an implosion.

Burning detonator?

A bell battery. Watch.

(Doyle) Gave him no chance.

No.

That wasn't necessary.

Joe Public didn't think so either.

He's about to have a go.

Good for old Joe Public.

Yes.

The security guard?

Killed outright.

Don't you ever read the papers?

Only my stars.

Bullion raid, according to the press.

That's right.

According to the press.

Then why the picture show?

Why should we be interested in
a bullion raid that went wrong.

Because it wasn't exactly a bullion raid.

And it didn't exactly...

... go wrong.

On the M-39 motorway this afternoon,
a security guard was killed.

Silver bullion worth approximately a quarter
of a million pounds was left untouched,

as the killers made good their escape.

See how easy it is to fool
the people, tell them lies?

The raid was foiled by members of the public
who bravely disregarded their own safety.

Even that poor fool doesn't know.

What about these poor fools?

Ever heard the name John Gerry Patterson?

(TOGETHER) No.-
- Yes.

Some loudmouthed American politician.

Loudmouthed, rich, stupid.

A hellraiser, a firebrand.

"Senator in one year, President in three"
was just one of his well-worn phrases.

A clown - a people's clown.

But a very important clown.

Oh, yes.

And last week, against all protest,

this very important people's clown
decided to visit the place of his ancestors,

decided to visit this country.

"John Gerry Patterson and the people"
was another of his favourite sayings.

l didn't know he was here.

You weren't supposed to. Nobody was.

Only a handful of people did know: a few
government officials, and the men who did the hit.

There was an assassination threat here,
on our soil, a straight threat, a heavy threat...

A promise threat.

Made by the kind ofjokers who
will blow an airliner out of the sky

for a good cause and
an even better pay day.

So they had to get him out fast, in a security
van that was pretending to be carrying bullion.

And instead, it was carrying dear
old John Gerry Patterson

dressed as a security
guard, is that it?

That's it.

Well, you don't think about
it at the time, do you,

well, you have to have a go.

Sort of,

well, just seemed right, you know.

The right thing to do, you know...

And l suppose, well, thanks to us,
they didn't succeed.

John Gerry Patterson and the people.

(Doyle) And the killers, whoever
they are, are long gone.

No.

l'm only guessing,
but l don't think so.

Every dock, every airport was sewn up within
five minutes of the attack, and l mean sewn up.

Tighter than a Scotsman on Burns Night.

l'm betting... l'm gambling...

they're still here somewhere.

Okay, so they'll lie low.

They're pros, they'll just go to earth.

l intend bringing them out
of their bolt-hole.

A clear identification.

Oh, come on, that could
have been anybody.

They don't know that.

The press are hungry for a story, so l've given
them one. We have a clear lD on film.

There's plenty of eyewitnesses
to back it up.

What are we gonna do about
him when we leave?

He's seen us.
He's loose in the head.

He's even looser in the mouth.

That's what l mean.

What are we gonna do about him?

He'll die of natural causes.

You'll guarantee that?

Yes, l can guarantee that.

He's got a very bad habit.

There's enough stuff in here to send him
out of his skull and then to the morgue.

Read this.

One positive identification.

A man is now being sought.

That's you, Charley.

That mask wasn't off for
more than a few seconds.

l should've killed him, l knew l
should've killed him. Have to lie low.

We'll all have to lie low.

Evidence on film doesn't
stand up in court.

l read that somewhere.

Some judges won't even allow it.

They will...

when it's backed by eyewitnesses.

Keeping up with current affairs, are we?

Keeping up with a horse.

And that wouldn't have been difficult.

You lose much?

Yeah, 50p.

Stupid, irresponsible- !

What's up?

Nearest one's, uh, Moreland Street.

Eh?-
-Moreland Street, move it!

Doyle to Cowley, over!

Come in.

Have you read the papers? Over.

Eh?

Yeah, well, they've printed the name and
address of every one of the witnesses, over!

What?

Who gave them permission to-
Don't they realise what they're doing?

Don't they know-

Where are you?

We're on our way to Moreland Street. Ralph May
lives there, he's top of the list. Over and out.

Come on!

l'm moving it!

Turner.

(OVER RADlO) Yes, sir?

APB all units, bodyguard job.

l want the full works
for a dozen witnesses.

Erm, Mr and Mrs Bilston, newlyweds, on
honeymoon somewhere in Surrey. George-

(OVER RADlO) Er, excuse me, sir.
Where in Surrey?

lf l knew where, l'd tell you!

George Smiley, truck driver,
works for the LMN company...

Ralph May- no, no, Doyle and
Bodie are handling that.

(SCREECHlNG TYRES )

Use the path! My lawn!

Think of my lawn!

Mr May?-
-Yes. Now what do you think you're-

Can we talk inside, sir?-
-lnside?

What is all this? Who are you?-
-Cl5, sir.

lnside? Why can't we talk out here?

(GUNSHOTS)

That's why we wanted
you to go inside.

Much warmer, you know.

(WHlSTLES) Hey!

Ralph May, he's in the house. Now, he's
a crusty old cove, so you sit with him.

And the rest of you sew up this area, and sew
it up tight. They've had one go at him already.

Hey! And keep off his lawn!

That's one of them safely under wraps.

Let's hope they have as much luck
with the rest of the witnesses.

Turner, any news of those witnesses?

(OVER RADlO) Not yet, sir. APB's out, and, er,
Tommy's on his way to see the truck driver.

Right.

George Smiley?

He's not in yet.

He ought to be, but he isn't. Probably stopped
off at Jock's Caff. He'll be here soon.

Popular today, our George.

Hey?

Some other fellows were asking about him.-
-When?

Five, ten minutes ago.

(SCREECHlNG TYRES)

George Smiley?

That's me.

(GUNSHOT)

McKay to HQ.

(OVER RADlO) McKay to HQ

Tommy, come in.

Found the truck driver at Jock's Café.

Quiet, is it?

They will be, when l
catch up with 'em.

l don't know until l catch
up with 'em, do l?

The guys who wasted the truck driver.

(OVER RADlO) They're heading north.

What? Tommy!

Be in touch.

Tommy. McKay!

Doyle.

Yeah, come in.

(OVER RADlO) Get over to Jock's
Cafe, Colnbrook. Over.

We're close to there now.

l know, and so's McKay.

Tommy?

He's in pursuit of raiders, heading north.
Find him, help him, and report.

Tommy.

"Find him, help him".

He means stop him.

Yeah, before it develops into a massacre.

(GUN COCKED)

McKay to Cowley.

The old brewery in the High Street.

Doyle,

(OVER RADlO) get over to the old brewery at
Watford. Tommy needs back-up there.

(TOMMY WHlSTLES)

(GUNSHOT)

(BREAKlNG GLASS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Be cool with Tommy.

You know he's crazy.

Cowley wouldn't accept that.
No one in the Big A is crazy.

Motivated, then.

His whole family was wiped out
by terrorists, you know.

Unlucky...

Yeah.

... that they overlooked Tommy.

That's a lousy thing to say.

Tommy's a lousy thing to be,
he's a killer.

And what makes you so different?

The difference is, Doyle, l do it,
but l don't enjoy it.

There he is.

(LAUGHS) Cowley!

lt's a shortcut to the supermarket.

lt's a shortcut to hell unless
you get out the light.

How many?

Three at least. And they're very good.

What do they use for firepower?

Three handguns, sawn-off, and whatever
else they've got stashed in there.

So?

So, l think we'll take a walk.

(Bodie) No man's land.

Someone has to cross it.

lf we're going to be
home in time for tea.

Tommy,

can l ask a question?

Yeah.

Why are we walking?

That's a lot of space, walk or run,
it'll make no difference.

Yeah, only no one's given
me the choice, see.

Then make a choice.

Thanks.

(DOOR SCRAPES OPEN)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(CLATTERlNG NOlSE)

No!

(WHlMPERlNG)

All right. Okay. Thanks, Thomas.

All right, Tin Can.

Come on, you can take
that thing off, l know you.

He couldn't kill anybody. Only himself,
and he's been doing that for years.

Dope?

Worse than that.

How many times have l busted you?

Stoned out of his skull.

Who are you looking after, Tin Can?

Hmm? Eh? Pay-day job?

Yeah?

What did they do, feed your head?

Yeah... (GlGGLES)

but not me belly.

l see. What about your pockets,
did they feed your pockets?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah? Show me.

See? See? Eh?

Good pay-day.

Good boy, huh!

All right. How many of 'em?

Card school. (LAUGHlNG)

Four. Where are they now?

l don't know.

Where did they come from?

Everywhere. (LAUGHlNG)

They came from everywhere
and they're too smart for you, huh?

Which nationality were they?-
-White.

How did they talk?-
-White.

Where've they gone now, Tin Can?

l don't know, l don't know!
First minute,

they finished! They make ready
to split, and they... and they run.

Next minute,

they staying here... they got
lots of things to do.

lmportant things, yeah...

Well, we can't win 'em all.

This isn't a game, Bodie.

No, sir.

At least he's still alive.
Thank God for that.

God and us, sir.

Aye. But what about the others?

Lewis.

Well, we've got him staked out,

and l'm sending Tommy
along as back-up.

Sumner...

He's my best bet for
target number one.

Well, he actually took
the film, didn't he?

Aye, that's why l've got
eight men guarding his place.

They're the ones l'm really worried about.

The newlyweds.

Still haven't located them. So they're
out there somewhere, unaware.

l shouldn't think they're out, sir.

More likely in...

behind locked doors and curtains drawn.

lt's what newlyweds usually do, sir.

So l'm told.

ln the middle of the day? Don't judge
everyone by your own standards, Bodie.

Still, it's encouraging we
haven't found them, sir.

l mean, if we can't find
them, how can they?

Because they had a
head start over us.

They stayed one night in a London hotel,
then took off for the country.

We missed them by a few minutes.

But perhaps they didn't miss them.

Perhaps they're just a pace
or two behind. So we'll have-

(TELEPHONE RlNGS)

Cowley.

Yes?

Right, well, tell them to move in.

The newlyweds. Staying at
the Ship Hotel, Dorking.

They left just a minute ago.
Walked that way, towards the river.

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMlNG)

(GUNSHOT)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

l heard.

They're dead, aren't they?

The girl's all right, sir.

She's got a shoulder
wound, but she'll be okay.

Apart from that, the honeymoon was fine.

No, Doyle, let him have his
sick joke. Jokes are in order.

Because the joke's on me...

l killed them.

No!

No, no, no, the newspapers did that, if they
hadn't printed the names and addresses

l should have anticipated that.

lf l'm worth anything in this job
it's because l have experience.

l'm supposed to have experience.

Look, sir, the press are the ones-

The press did their job
while l wasn't doing mine!

Tin Can?

Yeah, him, maybe. When they
get the junk pumped out of him.

l wouldn't rely on it.

He's our only link.

Exactly.

He worked with these men.

He must know something. Anything.

Doyle.

Yeah, l'll handle it.

Good.

Bodie.

lf another witness should die...

Now look, sir.

Look, l know we've got our
best boys playing nursemaids,

but l thought l'd take
a look, just in case.

Why don't you come along, hm?

Might cheer them up. You, too.

The day l cheer my men up, l'll know
l'm ready for the scrap-heap.

Well, for morale then.

And who knows - along the way, l...
might just buy you a pure malt scotch.

(LAUGHS)

You're darn right you will!

(COUGHlNG)

Tin Can.

Mr Doyle,

this cold turkey, it's gonna
turn me to dead turkey.

(WHlSPERlNG) Unless l get something for
my head...

feed my head.

lt isn't going to make much
difference. He's in bad shape.

He's had too much. Just about
every organ is smashed up.

l knew a girl once.

Nursing sister in Africa.

Purely platonically.

l used to speak to her two or three times a
week when l went to pick up medical supplies.

Spend the time of day
together, that's all.

l mean, that really was all.

She cut her wrists.

Went in one day and there
she was, just lying there.

l mean, she was all right eventually,
you know, when l got help, but...

all the time, she kept blaming me.

Saying l'd let her down, rejected her.

l mean, hell, all we did was
spend the time of day together.

(SlGHS) l dunno, wasn't my fault.

l mean, l couldn't be held responsible
for something outside of my control.

Look, what l'm trying to
say is, sir, that, uh-

l understand what you're
trying to say, Bodie.

And thank you.

But you see, l am responsible.

As Harry Truman put it,
the buck stops here.

Pull over now.

l want to see just how
good my security is.

How do l know there's a
bodyguard out there?

Because you can't see him.

What are you talking about?

Well, there's no point in being
undercover out in the open, is there?

Oh. No, yes.

lf l could see the car, so could
they; it'd frighten them away.

Then they'd only come back
some other time, wouldn't they?

Yes, right.

You want them to come!

lt's like a trap,
and l'm the bait!

You're okay, Mr Lewis.

Two good men outside,

and a better one inside.

You are now dead, Bain. And you
are slack, you're very- ugh!

Well done, Wesley!

Very well done!

Told you you'd enjoy yourself, sir.

You mentioned a pure malt scotch.

Tin Can.

lf l arrange the shot-

lf you do that Mr, Mr Doyle, you
can have the whole world.

You, can have, you can have any
one of my sisters you pick, huh?

lncluding the ones that
ain't even been born yet

l don't want the world,
Tin Can, just a name.

The name of the man
who hired you.

Nothing, l don't know
nothing, l ain't nothing!

All l did...

was clean up after those
guys, those guys...

Yes, yes, yes, yes, but somebody
made the connection.

You always been straight and
square with me, Mr Doyle, huh?

But l gotta have the shot, huh?

You'll have it, but l've
gotta have that name!

lt was old Huntley who pushed the
word my way. lt was old Mr Huntley.

Hey! This is a members' club!

Huntley?

Hallo, Doyle.

You know a header
named Tin Can?

Everybody knows Tin Can.

He's all right.

Yeah.

l hear he was doing a
caretaking job for somebody.

ls that so?

Yeah.

Who for?

Don't know.

Don't give me that.

Tell them, Huntley.

Cool it! He's a friend!

A friend...

who sure as hell ain't acting friendly.

Yeah, well, l just came
from looking at Tin Can.

Tin Can?

Won't be celebrating Christmas.

They fed his head.

H, the works.

Tin Can can't take junk like that.

That's right.

All they have to do to
Tin Can now is bury him.

They're whites, Huntley, Tin Can's black.

l don't know their names.
They flew in.

Where from?

North.

North where? Germany,
Sweden, or where?

Not North Pole north!
North of England north.

lt was staring us in the face.

What was?

You faked a positive lD, right?

So why didn't they just filter back home,
why didn't they go back abroad?

We got mug shots, makes,
on a hundred killers - Greeks,

Arabs, Africans - does that bother them?

No, why should it?

When they're safe at home
in their own back yard.

But these boys are bothered.

They need to get rid
of those witnesses.

Because they need to
go on working here.

That's right.

They won't rest while any of
our witnesses are still alive.

'Cause our killers are British.

British northerners and they've
got nowhere else to run to.

As you so rightly said, Doyle, the man who
took the film must be target number one.

lf he'll play ball...

How d'you mean, sir?

Sumner.

Would you?

Would you agree to be
the tethered goat?

The live bait?

Appreciate your concern, Mr Cowley,
but l think l can look after myself.

You think.

Look, l spent five years
in the Royal Marines.

l stay fit.

l'm alert.

And l have a couple
of Alsatian dogs.

Then don't feed 'em.

Are you trying to scare me?

No, Mr Sumner.

Should hope not.

To tell you the truth, the only thing that gets me jittery is
having your men prowling around through my shrubbery.

They're there for your
protection, Mr Sumner.

l know.

And l want to pull them off.

That's why l'm here, Mr Sumner, to talk
a deal with you. lt's dangerous,

and it could be deadly

But it shouldn't be too much for an
ex-Marine who stays fit and alert.

He agreed.

He's got to be crazy!

He's got to be brave!

Joe Public, sticking his neck out for our benefit.
And don't you forget that, Bodie.

How will you filter it?

That's your job.

Trail a few back streets,
bruise a few bars.

But let it be known that Sumner is
an over-courageous, pigheaded fool

who insists that we get rid
of the guards on his house.

Outraged citizen, police state, Big Brother
is watching you, that kind of thing.

Suppose they don't bite?

Sumner's place is
the easiest hit of all.

lsolated, remote.

They've got to bite.

What do you think?

Give it to me again.

Sumner's one of these ex-Marine types.

Being nursemaided offends his machismo.

So they pulled them off, eh?

He insisted.

l saw them go, Georgey.

Bert and l, we saw them go.

Yeah. That's right.

lt's gotta be a set-up.

A trap!

(SlGHS)

Okay.

We'll spring it.

But our way.

Two ways.

(Bodie) Doyle?

Yeah?

You forgot to bring any beer.

No, l didn't, l remembered.

Did you?

Yeah, course l did. l remembered
not to bring any.

l'm like a fine piece of machinery,
l need lubrication.

Yeah, well, too much lubrication and that fine piece
of machinery might finish up with a bullet up its crankcase.

Bodie, Doyle.

Yeah?

We are in position about a half mile east of you.
We are covering the approach road.

Nothing can get through
without us seeing it.

(OVER RADlO) Keep your radio open.
l want to hear anything and everything.

Okay.

By the way, Tommy
is covering the river.

Oh, what the hell's the
Old Man up to?

Tommy?! He's got to be
stark staring mad!

Bodie-

He sits out there a safe distance away,
and sends in a psychopath to keep us company!

(OVER RADlO) Bodie-
-l tell you, Cowley is

(OVER RADlO)
The radio is open, Bodie...

but continue with your interesting
assessment. "Cowley is..."?

Cowley would like to
know what Cowley is.

Would you believe "warm and considerate"?

What are you grinning at?

Oh, that's great, isn't it?

We're padding about like Tonto
and the Lone Ranger, and he...

Should've brought some beer.

l don't care who knows about it.

(DlSTANT ENGlNE NOlSE)

What?

Thought l heard a car.

Car.

No-
-Listen

Can't be a car, there's
no other road in.

Boat!-
-Get him under cover.

lt's a hit, we're being hit.

Come on!

(GUNFlRE)

A cannon!

They've given the mad bastard a cannon!

A grenade launcher!

Well, l don't know
who gave it to him,

but l must say... l'm inordinately
happy about it.

Bodie, Doyle! What's happening?

Nothing, it's already happened.

Two dead raiders, one busted boat...
and one very happy Tommy.

Apart from that, everything's okay.

l think introductions are in order-

(MACHlNE-GUN FlRE)

He didn't have to do that.

He saved our hides, didn't he?

You're gonna talk. You're gonna
tell us who hired you!

Argh!

Aren't you?!

Don't put him in the same wagon.

Not with them.

l'll buy you a drink.

Pure malt scotch?

Yes, l think you're ready
for the hard stuff.

Come on.

You need one, too.

We've just passed a pub, sir.

You said a drink.

Aye, but l've got something
special in mind.

The survivor talked, he talked.

Told me who hired him.

Break open a bottle of champagne, Freddie.

(Freddie) Good news, Mr Latymer?

l've just received a cable from
my bank in Switzerland.

lt seems l've come into another legacy.

lf you've got a gun taped
under there, Latymer,

l'd just love you to pull it.

Win some, lose some.

Observe, Freddie. Take note.

l'm unarmed.

Oh, yes.

That wasn't official brutality, Latymer.

That was from me

On behalf of Joe Public.

Freeze!

You don't mind? We
promised ourselves a drink.

Cheers, sir.