All language subtitles for McCloud S07E05 London Bridges

You're alright.
Everything is fine.

What do they want with us?

McCloud: Your own daughter
could've been killed tonight!

How many more lives
you're gonna risk?

[tires screeching]

Plastic explosives here.

I'll set that one myself.

[dramatic music]

You haven't got
one shred of evidence...

What did you say?
I can't hear you.

What could be more important
than murder?

- Mass murder?
- Don't let her get in the car!

You've got to stop her!
There could be a bomb in it.

Don't let her turn the key on.

[theme music]

[music continues]

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I'm terribly sorry.

His Lordship's on a very
tight schedule.

How long will you be staying
in New York this trip?

Lord Bridges will be residing

in his Long Island estate
for the entire summer.

After attending as
many parties

and consuming as much
American bourbon

as indulgence
and inebriation allows.

Will you be taking photographs
for your coming exhibit?

Oh, without question.

After all even British royalty
has to earn

some of your American dollars to
keep our castles central heated

and our horses well fed.

Lord, the car is waiting.

In view of the current
economic austerity in England,

don't you find it a waste of the
taxpayers' money

to maintain the British royalty?

My dear lady,
let me tell you this,

tradition in our country
is a very precious commodity.

You're hoping this will be
a profitable trip for you?

They always are.

- Now, Fletcher.
- Your heels, My Lord.

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Furthermore, the Montague estate
has been hit three times

in the last six months.

We still haven't recovered
Mrs. Montague's diamond tiara

from the first job.

Woman calls me every morning
to ask for progress.

Now we're gonna cover
every party

at every estate
until we make some arrests.

You, uh, you men are
dressed like this

so as not to attract attention.

These, uh, fairs
you'll be attending

are costume parties.

What's McCloud going as?

Himself.

[laughing]

Oh...

It's all I had left.

I think, uh, I think I'll pair
you with McCloud.

You two cover the Keaton place.

Right, the rest of you
have your assignments now.

Be inconspicuous, but be there.

That's all, men.
Dismissed.

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[indistinct chatter]

Ah, Mr. Keaton.

You've got the blueprints then?

I've got them.

It's pretty ambitious set up.

For the munitions
you listed

you'd have needed
a convoy of trucks.

I've tailored your requirements

everything you're going to need

will fit into two suitcases,

plastic explosives
with an RDX base,

number 8 electrical
blasting caps

and veltex-448.

I've marked
the correct positions

on the blueprints
for maximum effect.

But I'm afraid
the whole package

is gonna cost you more money.

How much more?

Fifty thousand dollars.

That's out of the question!

We can't raise
that kind of cash in time!

Now, we're fighting for a
principle, Keaton.

Have you no shame?

I deal in arms,

not causes or principles.

I took the trouble of listing
the names of everyone involved

on a portion of the blueprints.

I like to remember
who I'm dealing with.

Well, you recall our
first meeting in London.

Now, this is a photograph
I managed to take of it.

I'm sure you recognize
the players.

Are you out of your mind, man?

Carrying around
a photo like that?

You can get us all put in jail!

I'll see you tomorrow
morning for my fee.

You'll get your blueprints and
specifications then.

I may hold onto
the negatives of those...

just for the time being.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Mr. Keaton.

They've got to be at his home.

I think we'll have to pay
Mr. Keaton

a little visit tonight.

He's having some
sort of a costume party there.

Ah, good.
We'll crash it then.

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[laughing]

Where'd ya leave
the Lone Ranger?

I think he's talking
to your dead mother.

Love your costume, darling.

Lord Bridges.

I saw you giving away cameras
on a television show.

That was Lord Olivier.

And what do you do?

I take photographs
with his cameras.

May I say how beautiful you
both looking this evening.

Ah, what are you here as?

- As Betsy Ross.
- Sensible.

Exquisite diamonds.

Would it be too bold if I ask
how many there were

in each necklace?

There are 18,

and there are 54
in the tiaras.

Martha: There are 60 in mine,
Emily.

Sixty, Martha?

Then you must be wearing mine.

I shouldn't fight about it,
ladies.

An Avalon emerald.

There have only been a few dozen
mined in South Africa

since I believe 1948.
Really quite beautiful.

You're quite an authority.

- Just a hobby.
- My friend, you made it!

Come on, there's someone
I'd like you to meet.

- Ladies.
- Ta-ta.

Chris, I'd like to
introduce you to Lord Bridges.

That won't be necessary.

Oh, dear Chris, how wonderful
it is to see you.

I had no idea
you were back in New York.

I had no idea you two were
such old friends.

Now, Chris covers all
my parties for her newspaper.

Ms. Coughlin and I met in London
many years ago.

Not so many years.

Would you excuse me
for a minute?

Of course.

- Sam.
- Chris.

What are you doing here?
I didn't expect you tonight.

Listen, don't let this get out,
but I'm, I'm on duty.

Suppose to be protectin'
your host and his guests.

I, uh, I guess I've got some
explaining to do, don't I?

About what?

Well, the scene you witnessed
over there.

I didn't see anything there
tonight to put a burr

under my saddle.

I'm sorry.
I forgot who I was talking to.

Implacable McCloud,
the Plainsman.

The marshal who stands tall
and alone.

You don't have a jealous bone
in your body, do you?

- Enjoying the party?
- Ha.

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Thank you.

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Ah, Mr. Keaton.

You certainly know
how to throw a party.

What do you want?

Everything you've got.
Right now.

Get out of here.

Mr. Clayton has a gun
pointed directly

at the small of your back.

He wouldn't use it in here.

Ah.

The music is so loud
and the gun is silenced.

You had a few too many drinks

and your friends
helped you outside.

Would you like to try?

Alright. Come with me.

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Right, I have to get my keys.

[music continues]

You kill me, Garland, and you'll
be cutting off your source.

Indeed.

We can always find
another one like you.

I want those blueprints,
and the negative of the photo

and the list of names.
And hurry up!

I reduced them all
to micro-photography.

It's here in the safe.

- That's impossible.
- What?

The film's gotta be in there!

Now, give it here!

Ah, you...

No!

You idiot!
I need him alive!

He got hold of the pistol.
Let's get out of here!

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- Do you like your costume?
- I still like another drink.

Why aren't you in your costume?

I'm wearing a costume.
Can't you see?

I'll buy...

I think it's dumb.

No, I, I...
Terrific, I design it myself.

[indistinct chatter]

Wha... What's this?

- God, it looks like.
- Oh!

- Oh!
- Oh, my God! Help!

Somebody may help me. Help.

Take Mrs. Keaton out of here.

And call the police.

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[indistinct chatter]

John's been killed. [crying]

Joe! Joe!
What's happened?

Keaton's been murdered.
I just called headquarters.

Now you seal off the grounds.
I'm sealing the house.

Stop. Please, just stop.

[indistinct chatter]

Just hold it right there.
Police!

Do you mind turning that pistol
in another direction--

Just put your hands up
against the wall,

spread your feet.

Well, I realize this is routine
American police procedure,

but might I ask to
what I owe the honor?

What were you doin' here?

I might ask the very same
question of you.

And in case you don't know
there has been a murder.

I know there's been a murder.
Let's go.

Joe!

Door's locked
how'd you get out here?

My dear fellow, I came out from
the other side of the house

in hopes of stopping
whoever was escaping.

And you might explain
that gun to me.

- Marshal McCloud.
- Mm.

Well, I must admit the badge
does go along

with the six-shooter
and the outfit.

It's for real.
Let's go.

My immediate thought
as a New York policeman.

You arrested Lord Bridges?

Chief, I found him just outside
Keaton's bedroom window.

Now, he said he came around
the side of the house,

well, I didn't see him.

Then he came around
the other side of the house.

Chief, I don't know
how he got out of the house.

I sealed it off two minutes
after the body was discovered.

Well, even if he had
he had to pass a lot of guests.

I've questioned 'em.
Nobody saw him.

Then you missed him in the dark.

Bridges says he was out
looking for the murderer

when a cowboy with a
six-shooter came after him.

- Did he have a gun?
- No.

Then what would be the motive?
Certainly not robbery!

He's got an estate
in Buckinghamshire

the size of Manhattan.

Might have a debt just as big.

Economically speaking,
that's quite close

to the truth, marshal.

However, the country
isn't quite that bankrupt yet.

Traditionally Englishmen have a
way of uniting under adversity.

I, uh, I'd like to apologize
for this evening.

Marshal McCloud here
didn't know who you were.

Oh, I quite understand.

As a matter of point the marshal
frisked me for a gun.

Would you care to search me too?

I don't think
that will be necessary.

I'm very grateful
for your cooperation.

Oh, pleasure.

I must say you do move fast,
marshal.

You took me totally by surprise.

Well, I appreciate that.

Ah, may I?

Thank you.

I really should have told you
who I was immediately.

I hope there were
no hard feelings.

No, no, not at all.

Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me
I'll see what I can do

to comfort Alice Keaton.

Sergeant. Chief.

You know, chief,

sometimes when you rope a calf,

it, uh, it takes you
by surprise

and almost jerks you
right out of the saddle.

It'll leave a rope burn

right across the palm
of your hand.

You know what I mean?

No, I don't know what you mean.

But the next time I'm in a rodeo
I'll try and keep it in mind.

- Bridges' hand was raw.
- What does that prove?

Well, anybody trying
to climb down

from Keaton's bedroom window

using one of those
trailin' vines

could've gotten a rope burn.

That's speculation.

It sure answers the question of
how he got around

that side of the house
without anybody seeing him.

You realize this could have
caused an international incident

with my department
right in the middle.

He's letting us off the hook!

That doesn't change
the facts none.

The facts are you haven't got
one shred of evidence

implicating Bridges
with the robbery and murder

of an old friend.

Now this little mistake tonight
will be our secret.

- Is that clear?
- Couldn't be clearer.

Good.

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[music continues]

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Gentlemen.

- I'm Charles Bridges.
- Ah.

I'm Jack Garland.

And this is my associate,
Mr. Clayton.

Delighted.

I represent the
Chasen Insurance Company.

Now we've got a
substantial investment

in Mrs. Keaton's
jewelry collection.

I understand from
the police department

that indeed there was a robbery
there last night.

That's quite a story.

Yes, "The Times" in London
thought so.

A matter of fact they cleared
the front page for it.

Ah. Well, that's exactly why
I've come to talk to you.

My colleague and I
are most anxious

to get any leads at all
that will help us

track down the missing gems.

One gem in particular.

An emerald ring.

Now, my employer
has authorized me

to make a very generous offer
for its return.

Ah. And how much would that be?

Fifty thousand dollars.

Oh-ho, Mr. Garland,

I've had the privilege of seeing
Mrs. Keaton's jewelry

on a number of occasions.

The ring isn't worth twenty.

Ah. Well, it is to us.

So if you've seen anything
at all that will help us

recover the ring,

you can get in touch with me
by the number on that card.

You call me by 6 o'clock,
please.

Oh, forgive me, uh...

Ms. Chris Coughlin.

Mr. Garland and Mr. Clayton.

Ah, it's a pleasure, miss.

So 6 o'clock it is then.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

My Lord.

Who are those men?

Oh, some business associates.

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McCloud, I thought we agreed

that this minor piece of
newspaper history

would to be our secret.

What do you do, carry a resident
photographer around

with you to catch
the more exciting moments?

Well, I didn't figure
it'd come to this.

Why not?
It's a wonderful story!

New Mexican Deputy Marshal

arrests a British Lord
of the Realm.

Why, it's got style,
something to catch the eye.

And it's exclusive!

The one paper to carry this
is the one

Chris Coughlin works for!

Well, chief,
I can appreciate that.

But if you'll just listen to--

The official police statement is

that Lord Bridges
was never under arrest.

He was merely, to use that
euphemistic English phrase,

helping us with our inquiries.

"The Times" of London wants to
know if we arrest

all of our witnesses to
make sure they don't get away!

So far that they have had to
placate the commissioner,

apologize
to the English Council.

Before the morning's out I'll
probably have to sign

a loyalty oath to the Queen.

Chief, did you have an expert

examine the jewels
in Keaton's safe?

- Yes, we did.
- Well, what did he find?

- Paste.
- Well, there you go.

Now if you'll just give me a
search warrant I'll prove to you

that Bridges committed
the robbery.

McCloud, that is out of the
question!

I don't need to add to the
department's embarrassment

by having an English Lord
file a complaint

against NYPD
for harassment.

- But, chief, I--
- Bridges is to be left alone.

That comes from the top.

There's one more thing,
he's ordered me

to take you off the case.

That's all, McCloud.

I'm not sure
what I'm suggesting.

Well, let me help you, Chris.

That I'm a thief
and a murderer.

And that your Marshal McCloud
was right.

I wouldn't be here
if I believe that.

Chris, I need to trust someone.

And I can think of no one with
more integrity

or compassion than yourself.

Reporters are supposed to, uh,

never reveal their
confidential sources.

I also understand that, uh,
some of your fellow journalists

have even gone to jail
before doing so.

- That's right.
- Are you that committed?

Of course.

Anything you-- you say to me
is in the strictest confidence.

I did not kill Johnny Keaton.

And, Chris, you must
believe that.

However, I did stumble upon
something on his possession.

What it is,
I'm not really sure.

I'd like very much for you to
find out what you can about him.

What is all this about?

I'm hoping you're going to
help me find out.

Were you in the bedroom
when he was killed?

- I was there.
- Who killed him?

That I can't tell you.

Chris, many people's lives
may depend upon your integrity.

Chris, I am asking you
to trust me.

Please believe that
I am not capable of murder.

I'll get back to here
as soon as I can.

Thanks, dear.

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You're, uh, responsible
for that, ain't you?

Sam, it's not my byline.

Well, you sure made sure
that it was printed.

Why, I thought
it'd brighten up the page.

You know, Chris, you and I are
gonna have to do some talkin'

about this Lord Bridges.

Last night
you weren't even interested.

I'm interested.

Just how much do you know him?

We're old friends.

I met him when I was on a
special assignment in London.

And we shared some memories.

But I have not seen him
for five years

before last night.

- You talk to him today?
- Of course not.

He didn't come to New York
to see me.

Bill: Chris, I have that
information you needed

for Lord Bridges.
Shall I bring it in now?

[sighs]
Talk to you later, Bill.

Chris...

I think you'd better
just flat out tell me

what's goin' on here.

Sam, Charles Bridges
is not a murderer.

I caught him underneath
Keaton's window last night.

His hand was raw
from climbin' down the vine.

Just because he was
in Keaton's bedroom

doesn't mean
he pulled the trigger!

Now, you know somethin'
that you're not telling me,

don't you?
Was he in the room or not?

Did somebody else
pull the trigger or what?

I can't tell you that.

What do you mean,
you can't tell me that?

It was reported to me
in confidence.

He told me as a reporter,
not as a friend.

I'm not going to
reveal a testimony--

Chris, we're talkin'
about murder!

Now, if you know anything at all

about what happened
in that room last night

it's your duty as a citizen
to tell me.

It's my duty as a journalist
not to tell you.

[scoffs]

He's usin' you.
You realize that?

You can't see that
he's usin' you?

Maybe you've got too much, uh,
stardust in your eyes.

- Sam, he's in trouble.
- What trouble?

You can't arrest him,
you can't question him,

you can't touch him.

He's into something
he doesn't understand.

Chris, as far as I'm concerned

Lord Bridges is the
prime suspect in a murder.

Now, if I can't
get the information out of you,

I'm gonna squeeze it
out of little Lord Fauntleroy!

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

Where's Bridges?

He didn't show.

Chris Coughlin's a reporter.

She's been checking up
on John Keaton.

Did you get an address on her?

Sure I got an address on her.

She's so pretty.

Well, it looks like you'll
have to pay her a visit then.

What about Bridges?

Oh, I'll take care of him.

Go on.

[instrumental music]

I received a telegram
this afternoon from my estate.

My family has a considerable
stake in British Leyland.

And the stockholders have pushed
the meeting to Monday.

I don't believe it.

Chris, you cannot be
involved in this any further.

You've done as much as you can,
I must do the rest myself.

And I can't do that
while I'm here.

Please, trust me, I promise
I'll explain everything

over dinner at Orsini's
when I return.

- Charles, I--
- My flight leaves in two hours.

I must ring off.
Take care of yourself.

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Are you planning a little trip,
My Lord?

You've got something we want.

Now we're here to take it.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

I think you can.

We wired up a little surprise
for your newspaper friend.

Now you're gonna give us
what we want,

or she's gonna be
a very dead lady.

It's your move, sir.

Give me that!
I want him alive!

Come on back to the car!

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

[gunshots]

Marshal, those men,
they've planted a bomb.

They're going to kill
Chris Coughlin.

A bomb? You know
what you're talking about?

I am only telling you
what they've just told me.

- Who were they?
- I haven't the faintest idea.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

This is Marshal Sam McCloud.

A black Continental sedan has

just pulled out of an estate

on Long Island,
Claremore Street.

The men in it are armed
and dangerous.

- Apprehend.
Man on radio: Roger, marshal.

McCloud: Now patch me through to
5-5-5-0-3-9-2.

Bill: Chris Coughlin's desk.

Is Chris there?
This is Sam McCloud.

Bill: Hiya, marshal.
You just missed her.

She's on her way downstairs.

Well, don't let her get in
her car! You've gotta stop her!

There could be a bomb in it.

[instrumental music]

Don't let her turn the key on.

[engine revving]

Bill: She just pulled away,
marshal.

- What's going on?
- Where'd she go?

Bill: Home, I think.
- Much obliged.

[siren wailing]

[instrumental music]

Now get me
the bomb disposal squad.

This is an emergency!

[siren wailing]

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

Chris!

[explosion]

Chris.

Chris.

[instrumental music]

Woman on PA: Dr. Remy,
check with

intensive care desk please.

Marshal.

You know I just
spoke to the doctor.

He says that
you're a very lucky lady.

You're gonna come through this
with flying colors.

Feel numb all over.

Body feels as if all the blood

and life's been drained out,

and all that's left
is this shell

that's just crackling into
thousand tiny pieces.

Whoo.

I think maybe that writers
imagination of yours

has kinda got the best of you,
hasn't it?

What happened?

Well, somebody tried to
kill you.

Now don't you think
it's about time that you told me

what this is all about?

Can't do that, Sam.

Chris, now we're talkin'
about your life!

That's somethin'
that's very important to me.

And you're still in danger.

These two men that tried to blow
you apart tonight,

whoever they are,
there's nothing that says

they won't try it again
unless they're stopped.

Well, I can't stop them
unless you tell me

what this is all about.

Can't tell you.

[sighs]

Well, Chris, you sure got a lot
of Missouri mule in you.

And I'll get it out
of Lord Bridges.

He's doesn't happen to have any
journalist immunity.

- What time is it?
- 9:30

You're too late.

He'll be on a plane to London
in half an hour.

London?

[airplane engine revving]

Miss, Martini, please.

Very, very dry.

Thank you, Fletcher.

Oh, no.

Don't tell me.
Let me guess.

It's none other
than Marshal McCloud.

I must say I never thought
you'd to track me

all the way to London.

I just left Chris.

She's hurt pretty bad,
but she's gonna make it.

Yes, I know. I rang the hospital
from the airport.

Marshal, I had nothing to do
with the attempt on her life.

And you must believe me.

You're gonna have to do a whole
lot of talking

before I'll believe anything
that you say.

And I did not kill
Johnny Keaton.

You have my word on that.

The word of an Englishman
and a gentleman.

That's not good enough.

I'm afraid I have nothing more
to tell you.

And I seriously doubt if
you have the power to extradite.

I just want you to know that
I'm gonna stick with you.

One of these times
you're gonna make a mistake,

and when you do,
I'm gonna be there.

[telephone ringing]

Hello.

Person-to-person from where?

From who?

I will certainly not accept
the charges from England...

Alright, alright, alright.
Now put him on.

- Who is that?
- Who else?

McCloud: Chief,
this is McCloud here!

McCloud, what the devil are you
doing calling me from London

in the middle of the night?

Well, it's day time here.
I'm on Bridges' trail.

Now he left all of a sudden like
and I didn't have time

to talk to you
or I would've lost him.

McCloud, I want you on the
next plane back to New York!

Chief, Bridges is my only hope
of not only nailing

whoever tried to kill Chris,
but also the people

that killed John Keaton and why.

Now I've got two weeks' leave
comin' and I'm takin' 'em.

McCloud, I don't talk
just for the pleasure of hearing

my own voice,
now Bridges is to be left alone!

He's the key
to the whole situation!

Now, chief, this thing is a lot
bigger than I thought it was.

Now what I want you to do is,
I want you find out

everything you can
on John Keaton.

It might tell us
why he was murdered.

And also, put a 24-hour guard
on Chris at the hospital.

Her life could
still be in danger.

McCloud, I absolutely
forbid you--

What did you say?
I can't hear you.

- McCloud... McCloud?
- I must have a bad...

Chief, I'll call you back
when I get a lead.

McCloud...

Poor baby.
Shall I get you an aspirin?

No. Just bring me that bottle
in the liquor cabinet

marked "McCloud."

Hi, I'm sorry, dear.

Just confirming
we will be attending

Lady Sinclair's party
tonight after all.

You must try and curb
your enthusiasm.

Yes, well,
you've met Lady Sinclair.

Miss? May I have a gin
and tonic for the lady

and I would like a...

I know, a martini, very dry.

[chuckles]
I did teach you well.

Daddy, won't you tell me what
really happened in Long Island?

I had to read
about it in "The Times."

Even mother rang from Malta
to see if you were still alive

and paying alimony.

Oh? I didn't think
she'd be that concerned.

Oh, she was. So was I.

But why would those men
try and kill you?

Oh, they were just laboring
under the mistaken impression

that I had a house
full of paintings

and a safe full of cash.

[laughs]
Foolish men.

Luckily the police
arrived in time.

It's all forgotten now.

I-- is something wrong?

No-- no, no, nothing.

[sighs]

Shall I set these down, My Lord?

They're serving no purpose
in your arms, Fletcher.

Right on, My Lord.

Now, will there
be anything else?

- I think not.
- Alright.

I'll bring the car
around in half an hour.

Yes, do that, Fletcher. Oh!

On second thought,
I believe I'll drive

the car myself tonight.

Fletcher: Yourself, My Lord?

In that case,
do exercise extreme caution.

- Why?
- The car, My Lord.

- It's hired.
- Oh.

In that case you best drive,
Fletcher.

- Or better yet, come with us.
- Oh?

Perhaps Lady Sinclair
will find you to be

more, uh, eligible companion.

Lady Sinclair, My Lord?

Most kind of you.

Treat it as an early
Christmas gift, Fletcher.

Thank you, My Lord.

Oh, daddy, you do treat him
shamefully.

Oh. He thrives on it.

We don't really have time
for that. We're already late.

Lady Sinclair, my dear,
has waited for me

for these past 20 years.
Another few moments will only

whet her appetite more.

Well, perhaps, but you're
taking me out tonight

and we're going to be on time!

Do hurry, please.

Yes, dear. Yes, dear.

Thank you.

Uh, I'll be ready
in half an hour.

Yes, that, that's fine, dear.

Now, we've got the shipments
of explosives in from New York.

All that we're going to need

for less than
Keaton would have supplied it.

Twenty-five pounds of
plastic explosives here,

timed to detonate
at exactly 4:30 p.m.

And the rest here,
a delayed fuse, five minutes.

I'll set that one myself.

- Good enough.
- Aye.

But we need the
original blueprints...

to see if we're placing
the explosives

where Keaton would
have suggested.

And His Lordship Bridges
has got them all

along with the photo
and the list of names.

If he hasn't handed them over
to Scotland Yard.

The blueprints won't mean
a thing to them.

We'll get that film tonight.

Ah, good.

Lord Bridges! I'm so delighted
you could come.

Oh, Lady Sinclair,
it's entirely my pleasure.

I heard dreadful things
about you in America.

People with guns shooting
at you or something.

[chuckles]
An incident, forgotten now.

- Oh.
- How exquisite.

Bridges: I'd say
at least 90 diamonds.

- A hundred and four.
- Wonderful.

Oh, Charles, there you are, I've
been looking all over for you.

Well, neither is your father.

He's more interested in people.

Tracy: Oh, daddy, you know
James Rothwell, don't you?

Yes. Of course.

I understand you had
quite a trip.

I understand you've had another
bomb threat in the House.

Turned out to be a hoax.

Probably planted by some
back-benchers who didn't want

to listen to the Foreign
Secretary's speech on Rhodesia.

I was up in the gallery.

But the terrorist activities
have increased

in the last two weeks,
have they not?

Smoke without fire.

Will you be voting on the
Common Market Amendment?

Abstaining.

Don't like getting involved,
do you, Charles?

Depends on the cause.

Ah, I see an old friend.

Nice to see you again, Tracy.

Don't let your father
keep you locked away.

You were very awfully
abrupt with him, weren't you?

I have my reasons, my dear.

Excuse me, love.

Miss Bridges?

- Yes?
- My name is Matt Clayton.

I'm a friend
of your father's.

- We met in New York.
- Oh, he was just here with me.

I'll see if I can
find him for you.

No. I really wanted
to talk to you.

What about?

Your life.

I tell you, Fletcher,
one more evening like this and--

I must say, My Lord,
I was quite worried about you

at the Keaton party.
Since you had disappeared,

I thought you might be
the victim.

Actually, My Lord, you've been
disappearing quite regularly

from the parties
we've been attending.

Really?

I hope you don't think
I'm presumptuous, My Lord,

but is there anything
you wish to tell me?

No.

Very good, My Lord.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Bridges: Where is my daughter?

[groaning]

Well, get out of here.
Get out!

Tracy: Ah.

[grunting]

[Tracy grunting]

McCloud: Get down!

[gunshots]

Bridges: Tracy?
Are you alright?

Everything is fine.

What do they want with us?

I don't know, dear.

That's the second time
you've saved my life, marshal.

I'd hate for this
to become a habit.

Feelin's mutual.
Let's get out of here.

After you, marshal.

Daddy, won't you tell me
what's been going on?

My dear, I will as soon
as I can. I promise.

Now you best get some rest.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, marshal.
Thank you.

Goodnight.

Can I offer you
a drink, marshal?

No, thank you.

I'm just interested
in the truth.

Oh, and what truth is that?

You were in Keaton's bedroom
the other night.

You robbed Mrs. Keaton's
of her jewels

and then you put paste
imitations in their place.

I want to know
what you did after that.

I'm afraid we're dealing with
something far more important--

What's could be
more important than murder?

Mass murder?

You better explain that to me.

I'm not at liberty
to do that, marshal.

You're not at liberty?

I'm gonna tell you something,
you better listen.

I've got a girlfriend
in New York City in the hospital

whose life could depend on it.

Your own daughter could've
been killed tonight!

How many more lives
are you gonna risk?

Let me show what Johnny Keaton
was killed for.

McCloud: You've got no idea
where that is?

Not the slightest.

But you do know
who killed Keaton?

Bridges: Those are the men.

Those two men there are the ones
who tried to kill me

in Long Island. I imagine
they're here in London

at this very moment.
Clayton is the one who was

holding my daughter tonight.

What makes you so sure
that this is part of

a, a terrorist group?

Take a look, marshal.

That is Liam O'Brien,
one of their leaders.

Responsible for some of
the worst bomb disasters

in this country. There's been
what you police call

an APB out on him for the, well,
for the last few months,

but the police can't find him.

It was reported
he'd gone back to Belfast,

I'm convinced that he's here
in London at this very moment.

What's Keaton's involvement
in this, do you know?

Arms and explosives.

Why'd they try and kill him?

For that photograph
and a list of names.

I'm afraid poor Johnny
wanted more than

they were willing to give.

Oh, marshal,
we've got to stop them.

I'll be happy to do that.

I tell you, you testify against
those killers in New York,

and I'll do what I can
to help you here.

But you've gotta realize what
this is going to mean to you.

We have a bargain, marshal.

Now I suspect all we need
is a plan of action.

Yeah, well, I've gotta a,
a notion that might, might work,

but we're gonna need
some outside help.

- Such as?
- Scotland Yard.

Oh.

Well, marshal,
as one gentleman to another,

perhaps you could refrain from
mentioning to Scotland Yard

how I happened to have found
myself in Keaton's bedroom

the night he was murdered,
I mean,

merely for the present,
of course.

Of course, yeah.

Well, I think that, uh...
I could live with that.

[chuckles]

Marshal, I can't tell you
how comfortable it is

knowing you are on my side.

There you go.

Oh, yes.

Ah, marshal.

Hi. Inspector Craig. This is
Detective Sergeant Evans.

- And this is...
- How are you?

Inspector Phillips
of the Sweeney.

- How do you do, sir?
- How do you do? The Sweeney?

Yes, Sweeney Todd,
the Flying Squad.

Uh, Cockney rhyming slang.

And he handles the bombers.

Alright, sergeant,
get on the dog and bone,

I want every copper in the
bomb squad at this briefing.

Go.

Alright then, you better tell us
what it's all about, eh?

[phone ringing]

No, I will not accept
the charges, McClou...

Oh.
Yes, commissioner!

No, no, I wasn't asleep,
just resting my eyes

meditating, you know.

Well, uh, what can I do
for you, commissioner?

McCloud?
Now listen, commissioner,

I want to set
the record straight.

Whatever McCloud is doing in
London has nothing to do with...

Scotland Yard is thrilled with
our cooperation? This case?

Biggest breakthrough
they've had in years?

Well, as I was saying,
when I sent McCloud to London...

Didn't I mention that?

Well, uh, I thought
he was the man for the job.

Oh, my God.

I certainly do plan to follow
up on it personally.

I've got my reservation
right here.

And I'm almost finished packing.

I'll be on a plane,
commissioner,

to London in one hour.

Now don't you worry,
we'll crack this one.

Whatever it is.

Oh, thank you, sir.
I appreciate the thought.

Oh, I certainly will
pat it onto McCloud.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

You're going to London tonight?

Didn't I mention that?

McCloud, what are you
doing to me now?

Marshal, you were not my idea
of a New York policeman.

It was the whistle
and flute that got me.

- Huh?
- He means the suit.

And the cowboy titfer.

Well, I'm just kinda
on loan to 'em.

You know, I still
don't understand

Lord Bridges'
involvement in all this.

Well, it came through a man
named John Keaton.

Now Lord Bridges got
the microfilm from him.

But it wasn't until later
that he got wind

of what he'd lit into.

And he's going to try
and persuade O'Brien

he's with them, is he?

Yeah, and I wouldn't bet
the homestead

against him either. He's
just slicker than a gray shelf.

He could talk the knobs right
off the nickel-plated bedstead

you know what I mean?

- What's he talking about?
- Don't ask me.

I don't understand
a word he's saying.

Bleeding foreigners.

[phone ringing]

Charles Bridges here.

I understand you want
to meet with me, My Lord.

Take your car
to Regent's Park

and walk through the zoo
from the Aviary side.

Someone'll meet you.

You come with the coppers

and you and that lovely daughter
of yours won't see tomorrow.

I understand.

Two of the conspirators killed
John Keaton in New York.

- That's why I'm here.
- Yeah, we know that, love.

- How?
- Well, McCloud.

My morning wouldn't be complete
unless I spend

part of it with you.

Chief, what are you doing here?

Well, I'm taking you back...

with my bi-centennial gift
to England.

Yes, sir.
Thank you. Goodbye.

Inspector Craig, I'd like to
introduce you to Chief Clifford.

Hello, chief, how are you?
Nice to have you with us.

Thank you, nice to meet you.

Well, I must say,
I got to admire the way

the marshal here has
infiltrated this ring.

We've been after O'Brien
for about 18 months.

Yeah, Marshal McCloud
certainly is one of a kind.

Yeah, well, come and have
a butcher's at this.

Huh?

I think he means he wants us
to look at something, you know.

What you got for us, Andy?

I've just been on the blower
with the Home Secretary

and he's going potty.

Phillips:
Well, nothing that fits.

Now this is the blueprint
from the microfilm

which Lord Bridges gave us.

These crosses obviously
designate the bomb placements.

Now these are the blueprints
of the houses of parliament.

Big Ben.
The Tower of London.

And Buckingham Palace.

No relationship.

We have more
high-angle elevations

but none of them match.

In short, gentlemen, our
information is that they plan

to hit a prominent London site,
but we cannot tell from this

what their target is.

Yeah, we had the information
from an informer on Hale's beat.

All he said was there was
definitely gonna be a biggie.

Maybe three bombs in possibly
two or three different places.

And they're going off today.

Yeah, I don't think
there's any doubt about it

that O'Brien's behind this lot.

And we're talking about a lot
of lives if Bridges fails.

Bridges on tape: The government
has squeezed every farthing

they can out of me and are now
trying to appropriate my land.

That is why I was forced
to become a thief,

albeit not a common one.

I'm only interested in acquiring
enough money to purchase

a chateau in a quiet corner
of France and enjoy a bottle

of Nuits-Saint-Georges in the
company of those I care about.

Fifty thousand pounds
for that film.

Now do we have a bargain or not?

O'Brien on tape: There's a
warehouse in White chapel

near the docks.
End of Clancy Street.

Be there at 4 o'clock.
Your money will be waiting.

Naturally, the part about
my being a thief

is highly imaginative.
Just a bit of color added

to the credence to my story.

Yeah, well,
what do you think, Andy?

Well, it's the best chance
we've got.

Unless I can come up with a
positive fix on those locations.

I'll need 30 men
at the garage.

Can you issue
a special firearms order?

Semi-automatic rifles
.38 pistols, eh?

Good enough.

Alright, gentlemen,
well, thank you very much

for your assistance, we can
take it from here, I think.

You can wait in the
Conference Room, eh?

- Alright.
- Thank you.

We're gonna get
A-style, chief.

Well, it is their country,
McCloud.

I don't think
we have much choice.

They'll get Garland
and Clayton for us.

You and I, Lord Bridges,
are gonna have to have a talk

about your return to New York
to testify.

Hopefully we'll have
Garland and Clayton

on that plane with us
tomorrow morning.

Yes, I understand that.

I wonder if we could postpone
that little chat till tonight?

I have to attend
the Queen's garden party

at Buckingham Palace.
I do every year,

purely for my daughter's sake.

Strange thing, she seems to
enjoy meeting all the people

I enjoy avoiding.
Here's my lift.

- We'll talk tonight.
- Very good.

Well, Andy...
everybody's in position.

I've got a bloke at the corner
near the pub.

You know, I only hope they don't
fancy a pint of pig's ear.

They can smell a copper
a mile off.

Well, if they're coming,
they won't be stopping.

That's true.

Man on TV: The crowds now
really beginning to gather

as Her Majesty, the Queen,
steps out to greet her guests.

This is the one day
in the year, of course,

that commoners are allowed
in the grounds

of Buckingham Palace.
Oh, there's Lord Charles Bridges

and his lovely daughter Tracy.

Lord Bridges, of course,
having just returned from--

McCloud: Operator, I'd like
to make a long distance

telephone call to New York City.

The name is Chris Coughlin,
this is person-to-person.

She's in Bellevue Hospital.

Give my regards.

Will you stop that pacing?

It's wearing out the carpet,
and my nerves.

Well, I'll tell you something,
chief, this whole situation

just a bubble of a plum as far
as I'm concerned.

You know Bridges
was taking a chance

and they played into his hand
just a little bit

too quick to suit me.

I've already told you
it's their ballpark,

there is nothing we can do.

Hello? Hello?

Chris, is that you?

Sam, is that you?

Hey. How you doin'?

Much better. They think
I can go home tomorrow.

What's happening in London?

Well, it's just a little bit
hard to explain to you

from this distance,
but I can tell you one thing,

that the trail's getting hotter.

Now you just, you take care
of yourself. And, uh...

Man on TV: This is the pavilion
where Her Majesty

will be greeting her guests
and presenting the awards.

Is Charles alright?

Oh, listen, he turned out
to be the real jewel.

He put his life and his
reputation right on the line.

Man on TV: Many Commonwealth
countries

represented here today.

Sam?

Sam!

Sam, where are you?

Chri... Chris, hold on a minute.

Just hold on a second.

That's it.

That's it!

- Chief, that's it!
- What are you talking about?

That's where the bombs
are located! Look at this!

You see those tables,
the round circles,

You see the square tables,
the rectangles.

You see that? You get a hold
of Craig at the warehouse.

And tell him to get over
to Buckingham Palace

as soon as you can, and bring
the bomb squad with him.

Where are you going?

McCloud: Buckingham Palace!

[revving]

Oh. Good afternoon, sir.

Please drive on through.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you.

[chatter continues]

Excuse me.

People are asking for you
over there.

[dramatic music]

[timer ticking]

- How's everything?
- We're all set up.

Bridges: I understand the
Conservatives are grooming

a young lad to, uh, run against
Adrian West in the by-election.

Fools, they'll never
pull it off.

West'll still be sitting
in that front bench

when Manny Shinwell is
celebrating his 90th.

Let's not talk about politics.

Of course. I'm sorry, dear.
Are you alright?

I guess I'm just a bit shaken up
from last night.

Not that I've got you all
to myself for a minute,

will you keep your promise
and tell me...

Tracy, get out of here at once.

I want you to go to the front
gate and tell the police

to bring the bomb squad here
as fast as they can.

To evacuate everyone
from the ground

with the least possible panic.

- But what...
- Just hurry. Hurry.

Bridges has seen Garland.

We've got to get out of here.
We've only got five minutes.

[grunting]

[screaming]

Man 1: Disperse. There may be
a bomb on the ground.

Come along, ladies and
gentlemen. Move along, please.

Move along.

Come along, ladies.

Disperse, disperse.

There may be
a bomb on the premises.

- Officer.
- Sorry, sir.

- No one beyond this point.
- Look, I'm working--

I'm sure Her Majesty
will invite you next year.

There's a bomb planted
on the ground.

Sergeant! Sergeant!
Let that cowboy go through,

he's working with us. And look,
get this crowd cleared

there's been a bomb threat.
Don't let them panic.

- Alright, get rid of 'em.
- Right, sir.

[people screaming]

McCloud: That's one of 'em!
That's one of 'em!

[engine cranking]

Pardon me, lady,
this is a police emergency.

I got to borrow your car.

Man 1: Ladies and gentlemen,
disperse, disperse,

there may be a bomb
on the grounds.

Please disperse quietly
and in order...

Thanks, My Lord.
We'll take it from here.

- Get moving.
- Thank you.

Cartwright, we don't have time
to detonate it.

I'll have to disconnect it.
Hand me the cutters.

Quickly.

Okay, boys, take it away.

It's not worth a firework
on Guy Fawkes night.

Andy, he's found another one up
there. Becher's just disarmed it

he said there's only
fifty seconds left on it.

Well, they were cutting
a bit fine.

Well, they can get away in a
crowd like this, can't they?

- Her Majesty?
- Yeah, she's alright.

She's in the Palace,
thank goodness.

Come on, let's check the gate.

Well, we can clear the area
for a thousand yards.

There's a third bomb somewhere,
but only O'Brien

knows where it is.
We spotted him, but he got away.

Where's McCloud?

Well, he's gone after him,
isn't he?

Back again, eh?

I've to check a few things over.

Alright, mate.

You know where the man went

that was driving
this convertible?

The maintenance man, sir?

He went up into the clock tower.

That was no maintenance man.
That was Liam O'Brien!

Yeah, yeah. Well, you can't
go in there, sir.

He's planting a bomb up there!

Have you any identification?

- I don't have time!
- Hey, you can't go in there!

Come back here! Come back!

[blows whistle]

[grunting]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[grunts]

[siren blaring]

Some bloke dressed like a cowboy
went up into the clock tower.

Shots were fired down at us
or we'd have brought him out.

So I put a call through to
the Yard for reinforcements.

Well, there's a bomb up there,
you better evacuate the area.

- I'm going up.
- No, I'm sorry, chief.

- You can't do that.
- McCloud's up there!

Yeah. Well, he's on
his own now, isn't he?

[grunting]

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

[bell tolling]

[sighs]

- You wanted to see me, chief?
- Yeah. Come in, McCloud.

- I've got a friend here.
- How are you, marshal?

What are you doing
in this neck of the woods?

Well, I just thought
take a bit of a holiday.

Get away from the trouble
and strife for a while.

- Trouble and...
- The wife.

Also I thought you might like
to know, we got all the bombers.

Well, how did they get on
to the Palace grounds?

James Rothwell, a young Earl,
sympathizer. We got him as well.

How about Lord Bridges?

Oh, he just flew in
this morning.

And he's going to testify
against Garland and Clayton

as a witness to
John Keaton's murder.

There you go.

It seems the first thing
he did when he got here

was pay a visit to Mrs. Keaton.

You know, see if there was
anything he could do

to help with.

So I decided
to have our expert

re-examine those jewels
in her safe again.

They turned out to be real.

Every last one of them.

- Really?
- Mm.

He doesn't know how he could
have made the mistake.

Well, I guess we can't prosecute
a Lord of the Realm then?

Oh, not unless he goes to
another Long Island party.

Marshal...

I've been asked to deliver
this to you by hand.

- Really?
- Yeah.

No, no, it's alright.

Her Majesty,
she wishes to express

her gratitude to you
for your efforts.

Her Majesty?

Of course it won't
stop the bombers.

But at least a lot of lives were
saved that Saturday afternoon.

She realizes of course that you
normally wear a Stetson,

but she thinks
that might come in useful

at some formal occasion.

Well, I, I would certainly
like the opportunity

to thank Her Majesty sometime.

Anytime, marshal,
you're welcome in our country

anytime you can get away.

That won't be
for quite a while, I'm afraid.

He starts traffic duty
tomorrow morning.

Well, I don't know, I...

think I might find some,
some occasion to wear it.

[theme music]