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(man speaks native language)

(gasoline splashes)

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(car engine revs) (tires screech)

(explosion booms)

(text clicks)

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(bike bell chimes)

(church bells ring)

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(man groans) (dramatic music)

(knife clicks)

(text clicks)

(gentle music)

- I think we know this guy.

- [Howard] Yeah, of course.

But he didn't go by the name of Lop Singh

when he was peddling here in Hong Kong.

- We lost sight of him about two years ago, maybe three.

I'll check back on him and get it off to Riley.

- Well, I'm not gonna let a dead dealer in Amsterdam

stop me from being at Happy Valley for the seventh race.

- [Jenny] Good luck. - Thank you, Jenny.

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

- We turn back to Amsterdam.

(text clicks)

(phone rings)

- [Howard] Riley? We got your readout.

What else do you have? What's that?

- That's the girl with my coffee. Come on in Pat.

No, it's fighting at a low level on the streets.

Chinese against Chinese.

- Sounds like a blood bath.

- Hardly worse than there.

I will admit, there are a lot less dealers to keep track of.

Listen, can you get started on this right away?

I'll start digging for the background of these guys.

- The boys and I are on our way to a state dinner.

We'll get on it tomorrow.

- Well just remember, it's already tomorrow here.

There's a BBC television crew outside.

I've agreed to an interview.

Anything you want me to make public?

- Tell 'em that an arrest is imminent.

(Riley laughs)

- Alright, I'll hear from you.

(Riley coughs)

- Hello. Good of you to give us this time, Mr. Knight.

- My pleasure, thank you.

(tense music) (bus engines rumble)

(door bangs)

- [TV] After United had played

and defended so well for so long,

an unfair tackle from behind on Taylor

gave the Rangers a penalty kick.

This was taken left footed by Gilbert towards Chulek,

headed down by the international right winger

and passed back to Gilbert,

who took it on the run and lobbed it over the goal line,

making no mistake.

With two goals in the second half,

the winner coming from Morgan,

the Rangers gained two points

and once again became division leaders.

A capacity crowd then, (indistinct),

and two precious points for the Rangers.

And now a direct report from Amsterdam,

regarding the sale and distribution

of drugs from that city.

Please stand by.

- There have been several murders

in Amsterdam in recent weeks,

all of them connected with

the ever-growing Chinese community here.

We've persuaded Mr. Riley Knight,

the district agent of

the American Drug Enforcement Agency here,

- Riley Knight, wow. - [BBC Reporter] To give us

his opinion on several aspects of this case.

Mr. Knight, first of all, why Amsterdam?

- Well, it's very simple:

(indistinct) and Turkey were eliminated

as viable sources for drugs.

A new way to supply the narcotic market was found,

mainly out of Laos and Cambodia via Hong Kong.

- You didn't answer the question, shit head.

- [BBC Reporter] Still, why Amsterdam?

- Well, a great international port is needed

with a great volume of shipping.

The heroin courier

likes to get lost in the shuffle, so to speak.

- Mr. Knight, isn't it true

that the American government finances your agency

to the tune of 150 million US dollars a year,

(BBC reporter is drowned out by phone ringing)

- Of course, like any other, (phone rings)

we pay for information.

- I'll see you at the class reunion.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

- Is this the American Mr. Quinlan,

the former narcotics agent?

- Maybe.

- Good, you know me by the name Chung Wei.

- I'll never forget.

- It would be profitable for you to meet with me.

I am in Amsterdam, but we cannot meet here.

Do you have a pen?

- Yeah, go ahead.

- Monday morning, about five o'clock.

The horse auction in Utrech.

- How do you know your phone isn't being tapped?

- I've taken precautions, Mr. Quinlan.

- [Quinlan] I'll arrive by hovercraft.

- I'm not interested in how you get there. Good day.

(phone receiver clicks)

(indistinct chatter)

(PA announcer speaks indistinctly)

(horses huff and whinny)

You had no trouble recognizing me.

- Now, how could I possibly recognize

an elderly Chinese gentleman amongst all these Dutchers?

By the yellow vest, of course.

- I don't want to look as if I'm ready to run,

though that is what I'm going to do.

- From what? The agency was never able

to pin anything on you.

The Baron of Heroin, they called you.

- I'm glad you accepted my invitation.

- [Quinlan] Why me?

- We have both been discarded by our own people.

- I hear you.

- I decided long ago that you are a man of integrity.

Probably a dinosaur-like quality, doomed to extinction.

- Before you begin to canonize me,

I think you ought to know

that I was kicked off the force

because they caught me with my hand in the cookie jar.

- I'm aware of that,

as well as the reason you got into that situation.

- Well, why can't you tell the authorities

what you're about to tell me?

- Riley Knight? (Chung Wei scoffs)

I don't trust him or anyone else in authority.

Your government has made it very profitable

for dealers to inform on each other.

It amounts to a new force in the marketplace.

- Oh.

Their aim is eradication, no matter how it's done.

There's only one man in the department that I trust,

at least I can talk to him,

but he's in Hong Kong

and Hong Kong is on the other side of the world.

- Then you must go there.

- That takes money.

- I'm sorry.

There will be an airplane ticket in your name

at the airport before you get there.

And since you haven't asked,

this is what I propose: the deal, as you would say,

read it on a plane.

I think it's fair enough.

The syndicate bosses will be willing to pay

a great amount of money to learn

who is about to inform on them.

From this point on, you hold my life in your hands.

- I know someone I can bring in from New York

who can give you some protection.

- That may attract further attention to me.

- He's an ex cop.

He's Chinese, blends in very well. He owes me.

- If you feel sure. - I do feel sure.

- There's a calendar in this

with a different public telephone number

under each day for the next month.

Also, the time when I will be waiting at that number

on each particular day.

- No number to be used twice. - Of course.

(horse whinnies)

What do you think of that Belgian?

- Well, I think he's very large.

- Especially so, since she's pregnant.

- I'm not much on horses.

- You must be more observant.

We should part before I have any more misgivings.

You are beginning to worry me, Mr. Quinlan.

(Announcer speaks over PA indistinctly)

(Quinlan sighs)

(Public announcement plays in native tongue)

- You'll have to take the first flight out.

- [Jimmy] Hey, look, I know I owe you,

but this is awful quick.

- [Quinlan] Has to be, Jim.

- See you later. - It's been nice.

(plane engine roars)

(gentle music)

(water splashes)

- [Jenny] No, she's sick today.

She's supposed to be back tomorrow,

perhaps you could catch her then.

What? Yes, you could call her at home.

- But just because it was a direct question

doesn't necessarily mean

that you have to give a direct answer.

Riley, what we pay informants

is nobody's business but our own!

I understand that.

I understand that, but next time,

get written questions in advance, okay?

Fine, I'll talk to you later.

Those were happier days, my friend.

We were younger.

- I can't complain.

- Huh?

You know when an ex agent leaves a foreign country,

we run a little check.

- That's new.

- You live in a dump.

You park your car three blocks from your flat

so they won't repossess it,

you've got a crappy job in industrial espionage

for some goddamn lipstick company

and you left London for Amsterdam two days ago

just before the telephone people shut off your phone.

- Christ, I meant to take care of that.

- You know, one of my men

was in the John a couple of minutes ago

and he saw a guy dressed

in a cheap corduroy suit such as yours,

changing into what he figured

was the poor fella's last shirt.

- I suppose you know the last time I got laid?

- Well, let's see.

- No, no, nevermind.

- Quinlan, you could have been a bureau chief by now.

- If. If my aunt were built differently,

she could have been my uncle, if.

- But when a cop joins the junkies,

- God damn it, I got the busts though, didn't I?

Nobody ever had a record of busts like I did.

Look, I came here to make a deal.

If you don't want it, I can take my business elsewhere.

- I'll be sorry, but what's the deal?

- I've got a dealer in Amsterdam who wants out.

- Uh-huh? Why?

- There's a war going on in Amsterdam.

Every dealer is fair game.

- What's he want from me?

- $200,000 American plus ten percent of the value

of all the busts based on his information,

and a US passport to be filled in by him

after the deal is consummated.

- What's he going to give me?

- Couriers, dealers, manufacturers,

suppliers, he knows 'em all.

Now come on.

You'd give 12 informants a million dollars

for the same information.

- What's in it for you?

- I split his ten percent of the busts,

plus I want $67,000.

- What the hell's that?

- 30 months back pay.

- Well, I'll have to get it okayed

and it would help if I knew who we were dealing with.

- No deal. - Now wait a minute.

Wait a minute, I didn't say that kills the deal.

Just that it would help. Hey!

Where you staying?

- The Peninsula.

- [Howard] Can you afford that?

- No, but you can.

- Will you get out of here

before someone sees me being nice to you?

It could cost me a promotion.

(door squeaks, thuds)

(gentle music)

(motorcycle engine roars) (Chung shouts)

- [Jimmy] Mr. Chung, I'm Jimmy Wong from New York.

Mr. Quinlan called me in.

- It is just as well you identified yourself quickly.

I was about to call upon this.

- Where were you going?

- To my car.

- Hey, why don't you hire me as your chauffeur?

It'd be a good way to stay close.

Oh, I couldn't bring my gun on the plane,

so I'll need one.

- [Chung] Of course.

- [Jimmy] And I'll need some expense money.

- [Chung] Do neither you or Mr. Quinlan

have any money of your own?

(bell rings)

- Ah.

- Oh, yes sir.

Mr. Odums is on the phone, sir.

- Thank you.

(car horn honks) - [Howard] You're to meet me

at Paul Fon's office at 9:30 sharp.

- [Quinlan] He still a Hong Kong narc?

- [Howard] Not a narc, the narc.

Superintendent of detectives.

- [Quinlan] Why are we bringing the locals in on this?

- [Howard] Look, we have to operate

within the framework of the local police.

We put the finger on, they make the arrest.

No other way.

I'm gonna level, Larry.

I had to fight like hell

to get Washington to go along with you.

(indistinct chatter) (phones ring)

- Paul, I think that you know,

- We've met.

And how is this to be set up?

- My source will pass the information on to me

one bust at a time.

I'll pass it along to you

and we'll follow up on it together.

- I won't permit you to get into any action.

- What's the matter?

You afraid I'm gonna mainline the inventory?

- This is my decision.

- Look, try to find the mark.

Clean as a whistle, gentlemen.

Poor, but honest.

- What else do you remove, Mr. Quinlan?

To show what a bad cop looks like.

- What about your goddamn head?

- Look, I don't care what you two think of each other,

just as long as the job gets done.

Quinlan goes, Paul. He's my responsibility.

As for you, Larry, no more of the prima donna crap.

Look, you're a cop who went sour.

Fon doesn't give a about the circumstances.

What do you expect him to do,

throw his arms around you?

Offer up his firstborn male child?

- [Quinlan] Does he have a daughter?

- I assume that you called your man in Holland.

- Payphone on the way over here.

- [Quinlan] Ah, right here.

- Do you ever regret turning him in?

- I hate a cop that goes bad,

especially a real good cop.

What what have we got?

- Factory.

(tense music)

- The men are in position.

- [Fon] We are moving in.

Get them going.

(tense music)

- [Operative] Go!

(tense music)

(boat engine buzzes)

(boat engines rumble)

(Fon speaks in native language)

- Don't light a match.

That normal? That butane tanks on a jug?

- Look out!

- [Fon] I'm on it!

Halt! Halt!

(gunshot fires)

(bell rings)

- I was congratulated by the commissioner in the hall.

Splendid job.

- No thanks to me, of course.

- Commissioner doesn't even know you exist.

You're our little secret.

When do we do it again?

- Well, I'll make a telephone call

as soon as we get back to the hotel.

Yeah? What do you got?

- This man is very important.

No one would suspect him.

Here he is, and I thought so.

He will be leaving Hong Kong tomorrow.

(PA announcement plays)

- That's him, with his two buddies flanking them.

- You got him, Ji?

- Yeah, got him.

(indistinct shouting) (men grunt)

(gunshots fire) (civilians scream)

- I'm Judge Ho!

- You've got a heavy date?

- Heavy date?

- Oh, just American slang.

You need to go out though?

- Every Friday at noon, I meet with my compatriots.

- You dealers have a little family of your own, huh?

Sort of mafia like.

- Yes, but not so little.

- Yeah, I bet.

I still think it'd be risky going out.

I don't like the idea.

- More risky not to go.

It is very bad if your chair is empty,

they would send people looking for me.

- Would I be allowed to be with you?

- Yes. I will tell them you are my nephew,

from the United States.

You will sit directly behind me.

It is done.

- Okay.

- Goddamn world court judge,

on his way to the Hague.

Two plain clothes cops guarding him.

One of 'em shot up in serious condition

and as a bonus, inspector Fon takes one in the goddamn leg.

Have I got it all?

- Howard, I know that on the surface

it looks like my man's set us up.

Try to figure it this way:

he's got nothing to gain by this,

even if he wanted to stay a dealer.

He knows that all I have to do

is to say his name and he's a dead man.

- I agree. His man could only lose

by causing this kind of commotion.

- But a world court judge!

Overkill, police brutality! Christ.

- My man told me who the judge was.

I didn't wanna say anything

because I knew you wouldn't want to go along.

Now this judge makes four trips a year to Holland.

He can carry 20 kilos each trip.

Being a world court judge,

he's in no danger of being searched,

the cops have had to tip 'em off.

- Gotta buy it, Howard.

It's the only answer that holds water.

- All right, we knew he was a judge

when you gave us his name.

Of course we ran a check.

- And you went along?

- We believed you!

(indistinct chatter) (games clatter)

(group greet in native language)

(Chung whispers in native language)

(men whisper in native language)

(dramatic music) (door crashes)

(gunshots fire rapidly)

(group members shout) (gunshots fire)

(drug dealer yells)

(gunshots fire)

(gunshots fire) (glass shatters)

(phone rings)

- [Quinlan] Wei?

- You were not to call me here.

- [Quinlan] I tried the number for this date

and you were not there.

- [Chung] No, something happened.

- [Quinlan] Yeah, I heard.

The shootout you had there was on the wire.

Seven dead, eight or 10 injured.

- [Chung] Yes, it was horrible.

- Well, the judge was clean.

Somebody must have tipped them off.

The thing is, we have to click this time.

- [Chung] Click? - We have to score,

make an arrest.

We're both beginning to look bad.

Now if this one works out,

you'll have your 200,000, your passport,

you'll be on a plane for the states.

We're in trouble unless I can prove you're for real.

- What can we do if our efforts are subverted?

Mr. Quinlan, the problem seems to be there with you.

The longer it takes to click, as you say,

the more vulnerable my position becomes.

I will try once more.

If this is bungled,

I'm afraid I will have to terminate our relationship.

- [Quinlan] You sound as though you're blaming me.

- I must ask that you have a pen once again.

take the train to Shatin.

There is an abandoned boys school

close to the station, St. Andrews.

You can see it from the train.

- What's there?

- A factory. Very large producer.

- I hope we can make this one stick.

- Stick? Yes. Yes, of course.

- [Quinlan] Is Jimmy there with you?

- Yes.

- [Quinlan] May I speak with him please?

- Of course. Mr. Quinlan wishes to talk to you.

- Hello, Hong Kong.

- Jimmy, do you see anything

around the apartment that worries you?

- As quiet as can be,

but when I look out the window

and see somebody stop and light a cigarette,

I figure he is a killer.

- [Quinlan] Things are going very badly here.

- I figured that.

- You think you should move the old man to another place?

Maybe something safer?

- Hang on, maybe he'll know of something.

Mr. Chung. Mr. Chung?

Hang on Quinn.

Mr. Chung?

He's gone, running down the street.

- Well try and catch him.

You call me tonight, 10 o'clock my time.

He's running because he thinks we bungled it.

You have to catch him, Jim.

(telephone receiver clatters)

- How about a film to go with it, Mr. Quinlan?

- Let me have about five rolls

of the fastest black and white film you have.

- Yes sir, 800 ASA.

Charge it to your room, sir?

- Please, yeah. Thanks. - Thank you.

(train horn blows)

(train car rattles)

(train horn blows)

(train horn blows)

(conductor whistle blows) (train horn blows)

(indistinct chatter)

(tense music)

(camera shutter clicks)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(door knobs rattle)

(fires roar)

(people speak native language)

- Riley, we want very much

to find the source of Quinlan's information,

who the informer is.

Apparently he knows a great deal.

He's no runner on the street,

so that should narrow it down for you.

- Yeah, some.

But I understand that this guy's

information hasn't panned out.

- We think it's only because

somebody here has tipped off the bodies

before we get to them.

- Alright, I'll get as many of my people on it as I can.

You don't have the foggiest notion what he looks like?

- We don't even know if he's Chinese,

but the man's ready to sell

and who knows what he may know.

It could be a bonanza.

- Alright, I'll give it a go.

- Would you keep us up on even the thinnest lead?

- [Riley] Yeah, I will.

- Might be worthwhile for one of us to go there, help out.

- It may come to that, but it won't be me.

(indistinct shouting)

- This could be the biggest thing

since the Mount Cameron bust two years ago.

- When were these taken?

- [Quinlan] Last night.

- Where? - Not yet, Howard.

What about the deal?

- You've got it.

- No local fuzz in on the bust.

- But you know we gotta work with the local cops.

- I'm not letting them pull the plug on me again.

- But then you're putting me in a position

where I can't make the deal or the bust.

- You can if the commissioner gives you

the authority to go ahead on your own.

- Can you imagine the reaction

from Paul Fon and his narc squad?

- Well, at least you'll have

a fine pile of heroin to burn.

You'll be a hero.

- Except it isn't burned anymore.

- It's kept?

That's not done!

- Nowhere except in Hong Kong.

- Since when?

- For over a year.

- Well, it's all perfectly legal.

It's used for medical purposes.

You know, sold to pharmaceutical houses in Europe.

(Quinlan exhales)

- Okay, so you'll have a fine pile of heroin to sell.

- [Howard] Now that the commissioner's

gone along with Paul Fon and myself,

you put us all between a rock and a hard place.

- [Quinlan] I know the place, Howard.

I've been living there for the past two years.

- Wait a minute, what about the location?

- Look, you assemble the troops by nine o'clock.

You'll get the address later.

I'm sorry, Howard, that's the way it's gotta be.

- That's fine, but who knows the placement of the doors?

- I do.

Well, that's about it.

It should be a milk run.

Any questions?

- Just one.

Where are you gonna be on this milk run?

- He has to go with you guys.

As far as I'm concerned, that says it.

John?

- Your men will set up and wait in two cars

about a quarter mile away.

Quinlan will take the train to Shatin

and walk back past the house.

If he sees anything suspicious, he'll wave you off.

- If you have any problems,

use the radio phone.

I don't wanna blow this

because somebody gets impatient.

Okay, that's it.

(train horn blows)

(train horn blows)

- [Quinlan] Hey!

(indistinct shouting)

(attacker groans) (glass shatters)

(attacker groans) (indistinct shouting)

(Quinlan groans)

- He's okay.

I'll call Juliana in Amsterdam.

I saw him move, better give him some more of that.

- Quinlan didn't show.

- How does the place look to you?

Well, there's a few lights on.

No sign of anybody moving around.

- We don't need him.

- Take it. - Let's go.

(car doors thud)

(tense music)

(doors crash)

(scientists grunt)

(music crescendos) (gunshots fire)

(agents shout)

(leader barks orders)

(gunshots fire)

(scientist whimpers) (gunshots fire)

(gunshots fire)

(boat engine chugs)

(water splashes)

- Where's this mother going?

(Quinlan speaks in foreign language)

(boat horn blasts) (boat engine hums)

- To answer the question that you are about to ask,

an hour ago, we got a call

that told us where we would find you.

- The caller didn't identify himself, of course.

- Would anyone expect that?

I wanna thank you for having me removed from my job.

It saved my life.

Probably the only life saved in this mess,

other than your own of course.

- [Howard] In light of all this,

you've made a lot of enemies.

- Including you.

- If I were you,

I'd get your ass outta Hong Kong as fast as possible.

Cops can't hold you on anything,

but as far as everyone's concerned, you're poison.

- Howard, I've already explained to you what I,

- I don't give a about you,

what about those six agents?

- [Quinlan] Well if I leave now,

everybody will think I'm guilty.

- Good. Within a week I'll be looking at

a postmortem report.

Male Caucasian found an alley with throat cut,

assailant unknown.

(Quinlan crashes)

Hold it!

(gentle music)

- No way.

No way they had time to set this house up,

unless they recognized it earlier from the photographs.

It's got to mean that somebody's on the, on the vigorish.

That's Odums, Ridgeway, Fon,

Lieutenant Key and the commissioner.

Why am I not among them?

He could have killed me, just, (Quinlan snaps his fingers)

He made very sure that I stayed alive.

Why? What are they waiting for?

Wei is the one they're after.

He's already demonstrated that he knows a lot.

How much? They don't know.

As long as Wei stays alive,

you, Mr. Quinlan, stay alive.

(Quinlan hacks)

And he tells me my life is in your hands.

(laundress knocks) Yeah?

- [Laundress] Your laundry is ready, Mr. Quinlan.

- Just hang it on the knob.

I'll handle your case tomorrow.

- [Laundress] Yes sir.

(Quinlan coughs) - Jesus.

Shit's gonna get you, Quinlan.

Now what is it that,

what is it that you know that you,

(Quinlan mumbles)

(eerie music)

- [Attacker] He's okay. I'll call Juliana in Amsterdam.

- Juliana.

Okay Quinlan, time to get your ass up and go to work.

Operator, would you try that number again in a few minutes?

I'm waiting in a phone booth

and I'll be standing close by.

It's very important.

Thank you.

Thank you very much. Thanks.

- [Sailor] Okay, gimme that number.

Okay, here to go.

- Which one is it?

- I think that one, isn't it?

- No, she's the one.

- Oh, she's the one? Okay, give her a buzz.

(phone rings)

- [Sailor] Hello? Who?

- That's probably from me.

- Hey! - Huh?

Sheesh.

- Yeah, hello.

I'm glad you're in, Jim.

- I was coming up the stairs

the first time I heard the phone ring.

I must have just missed you.

Hey, your operation is getting international press.

"Corruption in Hong Kong.

The entire Hong Kong narcotic staff has been suspended

until an investigation

of alleged drug violations has been completed.

Police commissioner, Mr." - I know.

- And there's lots more.

- [Quinlan] I'm sure.

- Are you free to leave Hong Kong?

- Well, I haven't been arrested.

- I would leave. Could you just walk away

and say goodbye to the whole thing?

- I walked away once, Jim.

No sign of the old man? - Nope.

- Look, Jimmy, I'd like you to look into something for me.

You check the Amsterdam phone book

for anything under the heading of Juliana.

- Like the queen?

- That's right.

I'm booked on Singapore Air 201 tomorrow afternoon,

I'll probably see you on Friday.

- I hope so.

Maybe they're trying to get you back here,

lead them to Wei.

Who wants you out of Hong Kong?

- Everybody. Adios.

- Yeah, we could have been laid by now, buddy.

- That's about all the time it would've taken you too.

- Eh. - Eh.

(plane engine roars overhead)

- Riley Knight, what a coincidence.

Seems only a week ago I saw you on television.

- Oh, yeah, that, yeah.

Come on, get in. I'll give you a lift to your hotel.

- I don't have a hotel.

- Well, if you'll forgive the intrusion,

I've taken a room for you at the Hilton.

Come on, hop in. We can talk.

It's better than a cab.

- Okay.

You can tell me some spy stories.

(Riley laughs)

(gentle music)

- I thought Odums had given up on me.

- No, Odums is very fond of you.

He knows it wasn't your fault.

It was going badly,

somebody had to take the heat.

- It's not the heat I minded,

it's the barbecue sauce.

- You got a good cooking, huh? Huh?

You know, a couple of days ago,

Odums asked me to try to locate your informer.

With the kind of information he's been giving you,

it has to be one of the top Chinese dealers.

Of course, that narrows it down

to a few dozen possibilities.

- So he had them all picked up, huh?

- No, can't find anybody.

With these recent killings, everyone's got underground.

Now I'm not asking his name,

- That's good.

- But we are conducting our own little investigation.

You don't mind?

- Why should I mind?

Even if I did, what could I do about it?

- If you get any hot leads, remember we're open.

- I made a mental note of it.

Thanks for the ride.

- [Jimmy] Quinn!

- Where the hell have you been?

- I was second line to pick you up.

Let's grab a table, all right.

- You picked up anything on Juliana?

- No, but the old man called.

- Where are you staying, Jim?

- I'm still at his apartment.

- Oh.

- Scotch, two. - [Server] Yes sir.

- [Quinlan] The old man called, huh?

- Yeah. He wants to meet you tonight.

He says to go to this hotel and sit in the lobby.

You have to go alone.

I'm not allowed.

And he'll come to you.

You can use his car, I have been driving it.

- No, you keep it. I'll get a cab.

Nine o'clock, huh?

(dramatic music)

(motorcycle engine revs)

- [Killer] Get over here Mr. Quinlan,

or you'll both be killed.

Get over here in the backseat of the car.

Identification, automobile keys.

Jan Bluhorst, stay here for 15 minutes, then go home.

You won't be hurt.

(motorcycle engine revs, roars)

- [Jan] Help open up. Help, open up! Open up!

Help, help!

Open up!

(gun fires rapidly)

(machine beeps)

- I will read this list of names to him.

If the man you are looking for is among them,

we'll know about it.

He can't fake it, he'll tell us despite himself.

(machine beeps) (Quinlan breathes slowly)

I am going to speak the names of several individuals.

You just think about them, alright?

Long Fong, Robert Chung, Lung Sit,

Tommy Long, Lap Lao,

Kum Xiaolin, Wong Sungkong.

Tao Man, T. Kwan, Chung Wei.

(machine beeps faster)

Ming How Tin. (machine beeps slower)

Lon Wong.

(dramatic music)

(phone rings) (gentle music)

- Yes? - [Caller] Jimmy?

- Who is this?

- [Caller] Look out your front window.

(children laugh)

- Hey you kids, come on. Get outta the way.

Come on, come on.

Let's move it. (children jeer)

Move it! You!

(water hisses)

I checked you out of the Hilton.

- They used me, Jim.

They just took it away from me,

them and their goddamn machines.

Just like a gang rape.

(someone knocks)

- Somebody's here.

(train horn blows)

(child knocks)

Yeah?

- I'm supposed to bring a note for Mr. Quinlan.

- [Jimmy] Who are you?

- Ernst van den Bovenkamp.

- [Jimmy] I figured nobody would fake that name.

- Yes sir.

- Wait a minute, let me get you something.

- No, I've already been paid.

- [Jimmy] That kid left a note, wanna read it?

- Open it, will you Jim?

- [Jimmy] Think it's a bomb, huh?

It's from Wei. "Dear Mr. Quinlan,

forgive the note but I do not want to phone.

Go to the front window.

Look across the canal bridge

at the black house with the white shutters."

- Right there.

- "My apartment is on the second floor, number 211.

Please come over as quickly as you can.

Again, my apologies."

That's where he went the day he ran out.

He has two apartments.

(tense music)

(Quinlan knocks)

- Chung Wei?

(Quinlan knocks)

Chung Wei? (water drips)

(tense music)

You look around for the book, Jim.

I'm gonna check, tear things apart.

(water drips)

(tense music)

Jimmy! Jimmy, we're too late.

Hey man, shit.

(killer groans) (dramatic music)

Christ.

(scissors clatter) (water hisses)

- I'm all right.

- I guess he thought he killed you.

- I thought he killed me.

Oh. - Yeah, oh.

You okay now?

- Oh, I'm fine.

- Well, better look for that book.

- Be right with you.

Wei must have ate it.

Hey, you're not gonna cut him open, are you?

- With him dead, our insurance is gone.

We know much too much.

What we don't know, they think we know.

- [Jimmy] Uh oh. - Got it.

A lot of this is in Chinese.

You know what this book is worth?

- Yeah, our lives. - Our salvation, Jim.

Sweet Juliana.

- You mean there's a listing?

- There's three of them here

under the Juliana heading.

The Flower Market, Elsmere.

The Amstel Pharmaceutical Laboratories,

you can bet your ass they're buying from Hong Kong.

Juliana Farms, Utrech. I like the sound of this.

(tires screech) - Down!

(gunshots fire) (tires screech)

(dramatic music)

(water splashes)

(tires screech)

(indistinct witness chatter)

- Jimmy!

- Yeah, Quinn? - [Quinlan] You okay?

- Yeah.

- The apartment. - [Jimmy] Okay.

(witnesses speak in native language)

- [Quinlan] My informant was killed today.

- Sorry. That means that your cover's been wiped out.

You better get the hell out of Amsterdam.

- To where? No, Howard, I'm all through running.

- Well, you could go to our office there.

Riley Knight can give you cover till things cool.

- I know you don't want to hear this, Howard,

but I believe that Riley Knight

is up to his ass in this thing.

- If you're saying Riley's on the take,

you're full of crap.

- [Quinlan] I thought you'd consider every possibility.

- I've known Riley a lot of years, Larry.

He's a top man.

- You know anything about Amstel Laboratories?

- Well, yeah, sure.

It's one of the labs

that the Hong Kong authorities sell to,

it's perfectly straight.

- Everything's so perfectly straight in this thing.

Maybe you better come out here and lend me a hand.

- No, no Ridgeway's already there.

- [Quinlan] Since when?

- Oh, he took the next plane after yours.

He must have gotten there

just a couple of hours after you.

He's tried to reach you at your hotel,

but he was told that you checked out.

Larry, where are you staying?

- In cabs, Howard. Just cruising around in the cabs.

I'm sorry to have bothered you at home.

- Not at all.

Look, I'd turned myself into our office there,

that way nobody could get to you.

- Bye, Howard.

Flower Market, Elsmere.

(car horns honk)

(indistinct chatter)

Pardon me? We're looking for the shipment from Juliana.

Would you show us where it might be?

- It may be sold by now.

No, they haven't been sold, but it'll be soon.

The name is on the wagon.

- [Quinlan] Thank you.

- That's late in the spring.

April and May is Tulip time.

Now and much of the rest of the year,

the crop is roses and chrysanthemums.

This room here is built to handle

300 buyers from all over Europe.

The highest bidder gets the entire lot

from that day's shipment from a particular grower,

so over 10,000 growers ship their flowers from here.

So tonight a flower on a cafe table in Paris

might well have been come from here.

(indistinct chatter)

(man speaks native language)

- I know him.

His name's Gehrmann.

A heroin dealer from Berlin,

unless he's moved in the last couple of years.

Uh-oh.

(Gehrmann speaks native language)

I think we better be moving along.

(tense music)

(guide speaks indistinctly)

Gangway! (tourists scream)

(killer shouts) (tourists scream)

(gunshots fire) (tourists scream)

(tense jazzy music)

(gunshot fires)

(tense jazzy music)

(gunshot fires)

(tense jazzy music)

(tires screech) (driver shouts)

(gunshot fires)

(gunshot fires)

(tires screech)

(killer shouts)

(glass shatters) (music crescendos)

- Aren't you sorry you lost that gun in the canal?

- I saved the book, though.

The whole setup is so neat.

- Yeah, a lab stockpiling heroin legally, huh?

A perfect setup for processing it and watering it down,

a flower plant to pack it up

and a flower auction to use as a distributor.

Hey, it's an empire.

The house of Juliana.

- I think it's time we went out to that garden in Utrech.

Get that cab, will you?

- Hey!

(Jimmy whistles)

(gentle music)

- Drop this off at the Hilton Hotel, will you?

The name's Quinlan.

(handler shouts) (horses whinny)

(handlers shout)

- Awfully quiet.

- Like any good Dutch farm.

Let's go stick our finger in somebody's eye.

- [Jimmy] Hey, Riley Knight's limousine.

- Oh yeah. Odums aught to be here to see this.

The bare ass of his darling is beginning to show.

(tense music)

- [Jimmy] No trained dog is gonna pick up

a heroin odor from those packages.

- [Quinlan] Yeah. For a Dutch farm,

they got an awful lot of Chinese help around this place.

(tense music)

(gunshots fire) (glass shatters)

Let's split up.

Try to make it back to town.

(gunshots fire) (glass shatters)

(music crescendos)

- Hey! (gunshots fire)

(tense music)

(water splashes)

(gunman speaks in native language)

(water splashes)

(horses whinny) - [Quinlan] Yeah!

(slow dramatic music)

(gunmen cry out)

(gunshot fires)

(slow dramatic music)

(cows moo)

- I'm out of ammo, Quinn.

(wood clatters)

(gunman speaks in native language)

- Chung will bring the truck around,

get you fellas up and outta here.

And after that, it's a short plane ride over the North Sea.

- I don't know how you did it all by yourself, Riley.

Looks awful big.

- You saw that old man out there in the wheelchair

when you went by in the cab?

He owned the land, it was a farm.

A couple of years ago,

his organization made a terrible mistake.

They sent defective penicillin

to drought victims in Central Africa.

Some say it was an accident.

In any event, I stumbled across it

and the old man would've been ruined,

his family, his business, everything.

So he graciously took me in as a partner.

It's unfortunate though,

ever since then he's been suffering from minor strokes.

- All of a natural origin, I'm sure.

(door rattles)

- Ah.

- [Quinlan] I never see the same face around here twice,

you must have a small army.

- All recruited in Hong Kong.

Starving there, doing quite well here,

and sending money home to their family.

That'll be your transportation.

(gunshots fire)

(tense music)

(door crashes)

(gunshots fire)

(gunshots fire)

(loader engine rumbles) (gunshot fires)

(glass shatters)

(gunshots fire)

(gunman shouts) (glass shatters)

(gunshots fire)

(glass shatters)

(gunshots fire)

(glass shatters)

(gunshots fire)

(glass shatters)

(water tower crashes)

(gunmen shout)

(gunshots fire) (gunman shouts)

(engine rumbles)

(glass shatters) (gunshots fire)

(gunman groans)

(greenhouse crashes)

(tense music)

(car tires screech)

(gunshots fire rapidly)

(car tires screech)

(glass shatters)

(gunshots fire)

(gunshots fire)

(explosion booms)

(glass shatters) (gunmen yell)

(tense music)

- One of you use the telephone in the farmhouse

and call Odums, wherever is

at this time of night in Hong Kong.

Tell him to get right down to his office.

I'll be sending in a report.

(indistinct)

Riley was so protective of this.

If you'll drive me back to your office?

(ominous music)

(on-screen text clicks)

(machines clatter and hum)

(on-screen text clicks)

(machine whines)

(gunshot fires) (glass shatters)

(gentle music) (bike bell rings)

(gentle music)

(music crescendos)