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What a night. Hoo!

Quite a night.

I thought you'd be bored.

Me? This is my kind of evening.
Class act.

Jazz band flown in from New York,
big tent,

wall-to-wall aristocratettes
with terrific... personalities.

What time are we due
back in the office?

8:00 PM, surveillance
on the warehouse case.

Hey, you know,
we've got a whole day to kill.

I want nothing more than to
soak in a hot bath... for hours.

You got it.

Where are you going?

- My house, it's closer.
- No, it's not.

Well, I'm tired,
and the car knows the way better.

Well, you tell it that
I would rather go to my place.

And I got this bath essence
direct from Paris.

Joie de... Joie de something.

Mm. Joie de Vivre.

I've got a chilled Magnum
of '76 Cristal champagne.

Even exhausted,
this car's got taste.

- Watch out!
- What the hell was that?

He's alive.

Charlie five to control.
Charlie five to control.

'Control to Charlie five.'

The rest of his things.

How's he doing, doc?
Is he gonna live?

Shock, internal bleeding.
We're doing our best.

Let me ask you, if this guy...

Well, could these injuries
have been sustained in a fall?

It would have to have been
from quite a height.

- 20 or 30 feet?
- Oh, yes. But I'm not a pathologist.

What about his hands?

I'd say
he's been in plenty of fights.

- A boxer?
- Yes.

The hard tissue on his fist
and knuckles, his ears...

He's even got
some old brain lesions.

Boxers protect their fists.

Unless this guy
fought with his bare hands.

- Anything else?
- Um... No.

Thank you, Doctor.

Come on.

No name, no nothing.
Just some over-the-hill fighter.

Let me show you something.

See what I see?

Now see what I don't see.

Gold watch, signet ring, a couple of
bus tickets, some loose change...

- ...and £50 in £10 notes.
- So he wasn't mugged.

Let's push that over
to Paddington CID

and get back to some serious crime.

Chief?

The guy was a bare-knuckle fighter,
we've got a lot of that in Jersey.

- New Jersey, that is.
- So he's been a prize-fighter.

Right up till last week, we think.

The proper route for this
is divisional CID,

then on to the murder squad
if the poor guy croaks it.

I am not interested
in prize-fighting.

The £10 notes are counterfeit.

All of them?

So tell me about prize-fighting.

Prize-fighting, er...
Legal bare-knuckle fights.

As much as 100,000
can change hands in one afternoon.

Sometimes more.

It's a good way
of laundering forged bills.

Of course.

Why didn't we think of that?

Of course, there are other ways

the money could have got
into his pocket.

Sure.

Guv, the A40 victim,
he's just died.

- We didn't even know his name.
- Well, find out.

And we do have a canteen.

Want a cup of tea?

I'll take two, if you could add
a slug of the hot stuff.

Ain't got no licence.

I know you ain't got no licence,
Horse.

But I tell you,
this rain's going down my backbone.

How do you know my name?

Horse Johnson?

One of the best prize-fighters
of his day?

Hey, it's a privilege.

Ah.

It's on the house.

Sir, you are a gentleman
and a scholar.

Now, that's what I call
a cup of tea. Thanks.

Ugh.

England.

Ah.

Well, you, er, certainly know
how to show a girl a good time.

How'd you come to know
this Horse guy, anyway?

He was the first collar I ever made.

He was a bouncer at the, er...
Festival Of Legs.

Strip club off Old Compton Street.

He, er, hit one of the customers
a little too hard.

And killed him.

Mind you, the guy was trying
to stab him with a switchblade.

Horse go inside?

Got off lightly. I gave him
a good character reference.

He's, er,
been a good boy ever since.

You think.

So he owes you one, right?

Wrong.
Horse never talks to cops.

But if anyone knows about
prize fights, he does.

Huh.

All right, what I do?
I give him a couple of folded ones?

Not until he delivers.

You're a tough cookie.

- Can I get a refill?
- OK, pal.

Thanks. Keep it.

- Ever hear of Jack Dempsey?
- Of course I have.

I wanna show you something.

- Who's the other bloke?
- Mike Dempsey, my grandfather.

Were you related?

Yeah.

I was his grandson.

What, to Jack?

No, to Mike.

That's a coincidence. See, they...
they're sparring partners.

Mike did win the Golden Gloves,
though.

I never used them.

That must be something.
Fighting with your bare hands.

Yeah.
I quite enjoyed it.

I'd love to see one of those.

I mean, just so I could tell
my grandfather, you know?

Well, you'd better
keep your ears open.

I'd pay a tenner.

The tickets alone are 100.

- Surely you jest.
- I told you, it's big money.

But I can't sell them.

It's against the law.

I know you're straight, Horse.

Just because you kill somebody,
doesn't make you dishonest.

Ain't that the truth.

Miss Harry must be getting cold
in the car.

Here, that's the best I can do.

Thanks.

Tell Miss Harry it's on the house.

Thanks a lot, Horse.

Listen, I'll take that number
Horse gave us,

check it out, see what lives there.

What you gonna do?
Get your hair done?

Mm, it's a good idea.
Was there something in that tea?

- Nah.
- Been raining, has it?

No, I took a shower
with my clothes on!

Oh, that A40 stiff...

Hey, have a little respect
for the dead, huh?

His gold watch and his signet ring.

I checked central robbery
and divisional theft lists.

- And?
- Stolen last November.

A house in Belgravia.
Report's on your desk.

Nice work, kid. I'll put in
a good word with the chief.

Oh, thanks.

Do you really think
a recommendation from YOU

is going to help his career?

Hey, be nice. I'll put in
a good word for you, too. Fry!

You can help us on this case.
We've gotta open this guy's mail, see.

But we don't want him to know.

So you could help us by going to
the dry cleaner around the corner,

get us a bucket of steam.

Well, the number is a cocktail bar,
owned by one named Jerry Curtis.

What say we go by
and have a little cocktail later?

- Can I help you?
- I'm looking for my husband.

Oh, er, I think you want
missing persons.

Detective Chief Superintendent

Hello, Mrs Spikings.
He's just in here.

Thank you.

Gordon, my car has been stolen.

Are you sure it's...

That's all the boss needs.

It's called married bliss.

So, er, you were saying
it's a cocktail bar.

Yeah, name of The Willows.
You know it, Chas?

Yeah, down Chelsea Avenue,
off the tourist track.

Upstairs room for regulars.

Drinks come with umbrellas in them,
but the grub's good.

Food.

I know what grub is.

Tell me about the post-mortem.

- Harry.
- Yes, sir?

Check this car number for me,
will you?

Tell me which pound
it's been taken to.

Sure.

Boss's wife's car.

Right, um... It confirms that
he died of injuries from a fall.

And that he had been
in a fight before.

- How before?
- Soon before.

And he hadn't eaten since breakfast
the previous day.

If he stole the watch and the ring,
he could have stole the notes too.

Well, he had the perfect place
to circulate it.

And it looks like
he was there that day.

- Harry.
- Thanks

Good luck.

Well?

Oh, er... No vehicle of this number
reported towed away.

Gordon, I told you five minutes ago,
it was stolen.

There are hundreds of cars
stolen every day.

Yes, maybe.

But would you mind doing something
about getting this one back?

This is not
the stolen car department.

I know that, Gordon.

But it is MY car
we're talking about.

And why don't you try contacting
your local police station?

Gordon.

I normally change cars every summer.

But I didn't change this car
last year,

because I am particularly
fond of it.

I have four un...

Excuse me.

I've got four
unsolved murders out there,

and a team
working at full stretch!

I have samples for two
new spring collections in the back.

And there are four people out there
doing precisely nothing!

In the time all this has taken,
you could have rung.

All I'm asking you to do
is make one phone call!

- Cocktail bar, 7 PM.
- I can't have

- the whole Scotland Yard...
- What are we going to go as?

...rushing about searching for
one stolen car!

We could go as a married couple.

How about just good friends?

Good evening, sir.
What would you like?

Well, three fingers of dark rum,
a shot of bourbon,

a dash each of triple sec,
Kahlua and creme de menthe,

in a tall glass with crushed ice

and a slice of pineapple
and a cherry on top.

That's the only way my gal
ever drinks it, right, honey?

Honey, they
won't be able to mix it right.

Oh, we've got everything...
but the pineapple.

Oh, well, in that case,
just leave out the triple sec.

And he'll have one too,
right, Honey?

See you in half an hour.

- You want a beer chaser with that?
-No.

Is Jerry here tonight?

Thank you.

Hey.
How are you, Jerry?

Jerry, I phoned you last night,
but you were out.

Yeah, I was, er,
dropping somebody off.

It's not that funny.

- Do you know what I think?
- I think we just got lucky.

Dropping somebody off what,
I ask myself.

Your drinks are on the way,
and that will be £15, please.

Well, that will be a pleasure,
honey.

You're on holiday, are you?

That's right, from Las Vegas, USA.

Looking for a good time
and some good action. Here, honey.

- You keep the change, now.
- Thank you.

Well, that was a waste of time.

We did everything we could
without asking the guy

- when the next fight is.
- Well, he's probably being cautious.

We can hang out here, get our faces
known by everybody, a few drinks.

Easy, boy. Have you never heard of
English reserve?

Heard of it? I have to live with it.

Well, I quite enjoyed that drink.
You didn't touch yours.

I'm driving.

Besides, it's nothing
without the triple sec.

And don't drop the American accent.

Why not? There's no-one around.

I know, but I think it's sexy.

You know, you don't wanna
make it look so obvious.

- What's that?
- That you're looking for some action.

Well, we're from Vegas, you see.
We don't beat around the bush.

You're over here on holiday?

Oh, uh, my husband
is trying to trace his ancestors.

- The Dupres.
- Dupre? That's a French name.

And the Barretts.

What we're looking for
is a prize fight. You know,

the bare-knuckle stuff.

Sure. It's illegal.

Well, it is in Vegas, too.

It makes it more fun.

It's pricey too, you know.

Well, what isn't?

There's a small fight tomorrow
afternoon. It's a one-er a head.

- A one-er?
- Yeah, a one-er.

You know, 100 English pounds.

Dwayne? Are you sure about this?

Dwayne?

Oh, come on, Dwayne.
Nothing to be scared of.

Look, I'll send my car for you,
pick you both up, take you there.

And the £200 includes my personal
guarantee against pickpockets

or similar aggravation.
What do you say?

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

It's up to you.

You know me, honey.
Let's go for it.

So, essentially, we want to trace
his brother Eddie, OK?

Hang on.

Hey, the dead man has a name.

Which is?

Mulgrew. Robert
"Scrapper" Mulgrew.

Prize-fighter, right?

- One of the best.
- Yeah. I knew it, didn't I?

Also, he has a brother.

Not Gentleman Jim?

That's the one.
You know him?

Yes. Er, a couple of years ago...

Don't tell me. Don't tell me.
You felt his collar.

So, are we going to pick him up?

Yeah, I put Joe Fritz's
team onto it.

Get down, get down now!

It's all right, it's all right.
It's only Fry.

Yeah, er, guys,
just keep a sharp eye out for this

- when you're on your travels.
- Our travels?

What is it?

Is this a joke?

Um, no, the chief's wife has been
giving him a hard time...

That's none of your business,
that's personal.

I just want a quiet life, OK?

"1985 Mini Metro, registration
Charlie 426, Bravo, Lima, Uniform.

"Colour blue, identifying marks..."

Ooh, "Striped zebra
in the back shelf."

I can't believe this.

- "Dents in the front..."
- What's going on out here?

Haven't you people any work to do?

All right, get on with it.

"Dents in front and rear bumpers."

And in Mrs Spikings' case,
we do mean bumpers.

Dinga-dinga-ding,
dunga-dunga-dung, donga-donga-dong.

Testing, testing,
one, two, three, four.

Do you think it's such a good idea
to have a radio mic?

I'm not so hot about it.

Remember, one person
has been killed already.

Counterfeit money is big business.

Car's coming, it's pulling in.

I think I ought to go with you.
As one of your relatives.

Er, Dupre? Or Barrett, perhaps?

Isn't that a blue Mini Metro?

What?!

Bang on time.

Yeah, I thought
I'd collect you myself.

- You know, it's on the way.
- You live near here, Mr... Curtis?

Yeah, round the corner.
Oh, er...

You can call me Jerry.

- Dwayne and Lucille.
- You can call me Lou.

Thank you.

Come on, Knuckles!
Come on, fella, use your left!

Use your right!

Get one in the left.

You having fun, Lou-Lou?

Terrific, innit, eh?

Good crowd, huh?

Hey, Jerry,
have you got the numbers?

We've got 260 customers.
We've got 43 at £100,

we've got 106 at 70,
and 50 quid the rest.

Viertausenddreihundert... £17,270.

- How do you do that?
- That's what I do.

How about the bookies?

There's eight grand
riding on Brannigan.

Where's the stake money?

It's inside.

Got, um, tens, 20s, 50s
and £5 notes,

and the odd ones
will have to be kosher.

Well, that's no sweat.
We can still launder about 7,000.

Not quite right.

I suppose there was no time to get
Scrapper's winnings back before...

No, why? Problem?

I paid him in funny money.

Why couldn't you have done
something less public?

The bloke went bers...

The bloke went berserk
in the motor, Olaf.

He nearly killed Sammy.

Next time, you handle it.

Come on, Fry.

- Shut the bloody door.
- Sorry, guv.

Shh!

Shh, I've got something.

'Which one did you back?'

'Knuckles Brannigan, 200.'

Looks like you lost, Lou-Lou.

Stick around.
The fight ain't over yet, Dwayne.

I got a hundred on the other guy.
Either way, we're gonna win.

I had hoped to get closer
to the real action.

What, at the first outing?
What are you, crazy?

Listen, if we get paid in
funny money, I'll be very happy.

And what if the pay-out's clean?

Well, then we had a day out.

I'll give him bloody day out.

He's done well to get invited, guv.

That Jerry Curtis
is a nasty villain.

- And suspicious with it.
- Greedy with it.

You know a villain's weak points?

Greed and careless talk.

There is not one villain can resist
talking about his exploits.

Pull a beautiful caper,
say a bank vault job...

Weekend break-in
from nearby premises...

- No prints, no obvious MO...
- Call it!

What's that?

Knuckles Brannigan
knocked out Danson in the sixth.

- Oh, no.
- Told you so.

Chinese laundry.

You two are not gambling on duty,
I hope.

No, guv. DC Fry is buying into
the Christmas party, guv.

It's, er, your wife, sir.

Hello.

Yes, my dear.

No, it's not a real
Chinese laundry.

We're on a, kind of, secret job.

No. No luck so far.

Yes, I've distributed
the photographs.

Every man in the squad
has got a copy.

I don't have the authority to give
a copy to every constable in London,

my dear.

Look, how did you get this number,

I hope they burn the bloody car.

Stay there, stay there.

By a knockout, Knuckles Brannigan!

I count about five times
more losers than winners.

I just won 400.

I can't wait to get my hands on it.

- Don't look.
- At what?

- That's Jimmy Mulgrew.
- Gentleman Jim?

- The very same.
- Has he seen you?

Don't think so.

Cheers, mate.

- Gee, ain't this something? I won.
- Well, help towards the holiday, eh?

- Yeah, but I lost.
- You can't win them all, son.

You know,
it's kind of like Vegas here.

Yeah, I lose there, too.
Buy you a drink?

Bit later. See you later.

What part of the States
are you from, then?

- Vegas.
- Is that a fact?

Er, maybe we can buy you a drink.

Two double taps.
They've been clocked.

You want to move in, guv?

No, not yet.

They're moving
towards the drinks wagon.

Yeah?

Well, they would, wouldn't they?

So you left the filth and, er,
got married to a Yank, is that it?

Well, actually, Jim, I'm here
investigating your brother's death.

What?
Again?

Champagne.
The only wine for winners.

Keep smiling, you two.
Friendly Jerry's watching you.

He was, er,
thrown off Paddington flyover.

- He'd been beaten up.
- You didn't know?

I hadn't seen him for nearly a year.

We kind of fell out.

- Take it.
- Cheers.

You want to help?

You're saying he was croaked?

Yeah. Scrapper was murdered.

This place is tied in with it.

Yeah, I'll help.

He had a gold watch
and a signet ring on him.

Stolen from a house in Belgravia?

Now, that was a present from you,

Yeah, yeah, that's why we fell out.

He said I was heading for
a ten-year stretch.

Said that property was more
important to the judges than...

...people.

And what about
the counterfeit money, Jim?

Did you find that in the same place?

He had Mickey Mouse notes on him?

Olaf, why did you decide
to pay out in real money?

- I had a bad feeling about today.
- Yeah, me too.

Why?

Because Scrapper's brother
is spending an awful long time

talking to our friends from Vegas.
That's why.

Hi, there. Little lady and I
are ready to hit the road.

- Is that so?
- That's a fact.

I think my governor
would like a little word with you.

The governor?

Now, that's real sociable,
ain't it, honey?

Who said the British were reserved?

Precisely what part of Vegas
do you come from?

Monsieur... Dupre?

His concealed mic's still working.
I can hear his heart thumping.

- So would yours be.
- Guv, shouldn't we move in?

What's the matter, then?
Oi, what's going on?

Hang on.

Just wait here.

Why, Dwayne and Lou, bless my soul.

If this is a kidnap,
you can just forget it.

Hey, listen,
he's the black sheep of the family.

- They wouldn't want him back.
- Come on, I'm no kidnapper.

Then is that necessary?

I've got to protect
my operation here.

I told you both from the start,
this game's against the law.

He's right.
Shut up, Fry.

So it is. So what?

The way you two turned up at
The Willows, right out of the blue.

It's suspect to me.

- Yeah, how'd you know where to come?
- That's what we want to know.

How did I know? How did I know?

Do you think this is some kind of
big secret, or something?

- He asked the taxi driver.
- Don't be stupid.

Yeah, don't be stupid, honey.

I asked Wild Billy Schwartz.

Who's Wild Billy Schwartz?

Who is Wild Billy Schwartz?

Yeah, who is Wild Billy Schwartz?

Wild Billy Schwartz
was a New York cop

who organised all the bare-knuckle
fights in New Jersey.

But you're from Vegas.

- We travel.
- Nobody's from Vegas.

Wild Billy told me
if I was looking for action,

I'd find what I wanted
at The Pillows.

Willows.

Willows, Pillows,
it's all the same...

Just a formality.

- Ain't that nice?
- Yes, it was my mother's.

Sure. You know, Mr Dupre,

you're taking an awful chance
with a heater in England.

The law doesn't like it, you know.
Unless you're some kind of cop.

Do I look like a cop?

No.

Maybe I'm the cop.

Just one more question.

Why did you spend so long
talking to him?

The question is, why am I spending
so much time talking to you?

Take them both back to London.
And no offence,

but I don't want to see
either of you again.

Maybe I should search the girl.

She might have a concealed weapon.

Back off!

Don't you ever touch my wife.

OK, Mike,
take our American friends home.

And be polite.
That's what we pay you for.

Yeah, sure.

Bingo.

Without evidence,
this could end as a draw.

Yeah. Harry reckons
her winnings are genuine, guv.

OK, Chris.

- Who were the Yanks?
- Name of Barrett.

They're staying in Kensington.

- You were with them a long time.
- Talking very seriously.

I thought it might be
good for business.

We wondered if they were the law.

Do me a favour. They can't even
get the aliases right.

Now it's Barrett, now it's Dupre.

Conmen looking to rip us off, maybe.

Nah, just hicks from Vegas,
thinking they're streetwise.

What are you doing here, anyway?

I'm looking for Scrapper.

Come here.

Scrapper's dead.

- When?
- Couple of days ago.

I think it was a mugging.

- What? Scrapper?
- You know these gangs of kids.

- Where is he?
- I don't know, Jimmy.

I just heard, that's all.
If we can do anything, you know.

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

Can I go now?

Yeah, yeah, go on.
I'm sorry, really.

I'll see you around, eh?

Did he buy it?

Well, they were never very close.

But if he starts
getting any ideas...

We ice him.

Hardly seems worth busting
a serious man like Jerry Curtis

- for running illegal prize fights.
- I want him for murder and forgery.

That's why we're devoting
so much time to this.

There it is!

- What?
- My wife's car!

Striped zebra on the back shelf?

Radio local traffic,
have it stopped.

Driver, something smells
awful funny back here.

It's stain remover.

'Somebody spill something?'

'Yeah, something like that.'

Looks like there's been
a prize fight back here.

Listen, Yank, you got off lightly,

thanks to Mr Curtis
being a very generous man.

Now, why don't you just look at the
scenery and keep your mouth shut?

What did he say then?

Been a punch-up in the motor.

Well, they're no angels.

You'd think
they'd have stopped it by now.

What, the Daimler?

No, my wife's car.

Oh, what am I saying?

Dwayne, I need some gum.

Driver, would you pull over?
My wife needs some chewing gum.

Can't she wait?

No. Listen, pal, I didn't pay £200

for the fun of taking lip
from the hired help.

Now pull over!

You got the right time?

- What?
- Time?

For crying out loud.

- It's about ten to five.
- Precisely?

You're under arrest, son.

Did you get the results
on the blood?

- A-positive.
- Same as Scrapper Mulgrew.

How recent?
Not more than four days.

Any prints?
Dozens. I'll give you a list.

Oh, also, there are some hairs.

If that's the car Mulgrew spent his
last moments in, we can prove it.

And if it's not the car,

we have a minor hood in the cells
with no charges to bring.

We have Jerry Curtis and his partner,
whoever he might be.

He's Dutch.

Oh, wonderfully helpful!

They have been totally alerted,

and you two have blown your cover
through a... a day's outing,

to quote the tapes. And a vast waste
of police time and effort.

And we're still no nearer
the counterfeit tenners.

And that's how you roped me in
in the first place.

This is a serious crime squad,

We can't afford to indulge in
minor investigations.

Yes.

Er, guv,
reference to the blue Metro.

Local police even got a helicopter up.
They couldn't find it.

Helicopter?

Good morning. Sit up.

You're in deep trouble, you two.

Illegal arrest,
and I plan to bring charges.

The sergeant said sit up.

Sit up!
Feet over the side! Come on!

It's a murder charge, Mickey,
you know the score.

You've got nothing on me.

I'm gonna have to take you
away from all this.

Now, er, you'll remember these.

Sit.

Item, one rear seat armrest.

Copious traces, I repeat,
copious traces of blood, A-positive.

One rear floor mat.

Blood. And hair.

One rear door handle.

Blood and fibre.

One crowbar.

Your prints, your hair.

Your blood.

O-negative.

Oh, Tucker, you're in trouble.

You beat a man senseless in there.
Near death.

Then you stopped on the A40.
You dragged him, semi-conscious,

- from the car. And you pushed him.
- No, that's not true.

Joseph Michael Tucker, you are
not obliged to say anything...

- Look, it was self-defence.
- Do you want to tell us about it?

I'll tell it to the judge.

What if your friends drop you in it,

Oh, no, not them. I know too much.

Wise up, meatball.
You're expendable.

I mean, look what they made you do
to Scrapper.

Look, is there any chance of
dropping this down to manslaughter?

Murder.

Well... We could get him off
with four years.

But do we want to let him off
that lightly?

Depends, doesn't it?

All right, all right.

It's all down to funny money.
You know, counterfeit notes.

And Jerry's pal, the Dutchman.

Olaf Schram.

Schram.

I thought he wouldn't have
said a word.

No, he was begging to talk,
he just wanted to be asked.

Don't tell me.

They were laundering the counterfeit
notes at the prize fights.

Apparently, Scrapper was killed

because he wouldn't accept
rigged fights.

Well, they had to know
who was gonna win, didn't they?

Yo.

This afternoon, big prize fight
at Tatton's Barn, Essex,

near the village of Chediston.
Both our friends will be there.

Looks like we're gonna get it on.

Can you hear anything?

Turn it up!
Right, guv.

- 'We're moving in now.'
- They're on the way in.

OK, that's it.

Now, Dempsey and Makepeace
will finger the principals.

But by the time we get there,
enough of the counterfeit notes

should have been passed for us
to get the witnesses we need.

And remember, no action
until after the fight, OK?

- Where's this Gorilla of yours?
- He could have lost his way.

- Who was this gonna be, anyway?
- Bloke called Atul.

Well, if he doesn't turn up soon,
you're gonna be in a lot of trouble.

Better be soon, or else
we'll have a big problem.

Look, he comes from Jimmy's stable,
he won't let us down.

They'd better not.

- Are you Atul?
- Yeah, sure.

Where the hell have you been?
Never mind, I'll get the gear.

Well, well, well.

I thought I told you to stay away.

Well, you know, I just cannot
resist a good fight, can I, honey?

Oh, he loves them.
That and a pastrami sandwich.

- So you like a good fight.
- Sure do.

Because we can give you the chance
to see one really close.

- Really?
- How close?

Oh, he goes down in two.

Oh, no way. No way.

I am a spectator only.
I do not fight. I will not fight.

Mountaintop won't hurt you.
He holds you up in the first round.

So either you go down...
For real.

Or Mountaintop
will make you go down for real.

And you, my dear,
you can have a ringside seat.

And just to make sure
you play along, mister,

we'll be sitting right there
with her.

Good luck, champ.

Guv, are we gonna let him
go through with it?

He's a strong boy.

More bloody snow.
That's all we need.

Where do you get those gloves?

Is there anything about
this Mountaintop I should know?

- Has he got any fancy moves?
- Just don't make him angry.

Where is he?!

Fetch him on!

20 on The Gorilla.

No hand chops, no kicks,
nothing under the belt.

Back to your corners
and come out fighting.

OK, Atul, I'll carry you for a
round, then drop you in the second.

Go on, Dwayne! Get him!

Dwayne's gonna get his, honey.

Ring the bell, he's got to last
to the second round.

- There's a lot of money on it.
- Got another minute.

Hey, they've started again.

Not giving him much rest
between rounds, are they, guv?

Whoa! Dwayne, terrific!

- Did I win?
- Hm. You came second.

Close.

'This is the police.

'Stay where you are.

'This is the police.'

Er, Jerry...

Hello. You're under arrest.

You're going to need
something cold on that eye.

How about that Magnum
of Cristal '76?

Well, I thought
that all went rather well.

I recognise that number plate.

That's the wife's car!

Stop that car!

Couple of hours' work, and she'll
never know the difference.

Maybe a couple of days, guv.

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