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I'm sure you're going to be able to recognize this guy.

Oh, yes.

He's pretty distinctive.

I ain't arresting that.

What do you mean?

I get a reputation to consider.

Are you a rooster or a head?

We're off Mark IV.

Are you a rooster?

Hey, what's going on?

Is this a trick or take away?

We're taking away your chicken.

What do you want?

Get the car.

Why, during this chicken's night?

Neck!

Whoa!

Stavros, Mr. Do.

Oh, yeah.

What do you want?

I thought I'd pay you to protect me.

What's your problem?

I don't know.

One thing they are cut.

All right.

We can handle it.

No.

Charlie Five to control over.

Bigger chicken.

Chicken.

Shit, shit, sorry.

Anything.

They have forty point limited, that seems mine.

I told you.

When the car swerved in, right?

My bullet entered here.

It must be more towards the front.

When did you get the tip about Sims?

About four this morning.

Who was he?

Well, actually, it turns out that he was one of the gang

that Siglow used on that payroll snatch couple of years ago.

And his friend, Mr. Siglow, deserved to go down for that one.

Yeah.

Well, Sims was on the booze, bro, if he was just the kind of character.

You would squeal on his boss when under pressure.

That was the plan.

Look, it must have deflected off.

At least we've got something now we can add him to the wall for him.

Well, he would have used a hitman.

Exactly.

Yeah.

What's that?

Huh?

Look at that.

I told you.

Am I right or am I right?

This confirms this is the car.

Was that entirely necessary, Dempsey?

There's a lot of these kind of cars around.

We're stolen from a dealer about half a mile from the cafe.

When?

Just before Sims was shot.

Minutes before.

Someone at the cafe must have contacted Siglow.

It's a very tight neighborhood.

United by one thing.

A fear of Siglow.

Mr. Low, nice to see you.

Business, all right?

Cut, good plan.

I've now no more trouble with them soccer, Ooligos, have you?

No.

Thanks to you, Mr. Low, then.

Never come back.

That's good, innit?

You want some coffee?

Light ale, sir.

Fristice?

I'm a bit worried about your memory.

Stavros?

Memory?

Yeah.

What do you mean?

That phone call what you're made to me today.

I never told nobody.

You never made it.

Can't remember that, can you?

Of course.

Of course, you could always tie a bit of cotton around your finger, can't you?

Sell that you keep remembering.

I don't forget.

What trouble is it?

Well, the cotton might fall off, won't it?

You know, what would the work you do on that?

Mr. Low, you don't have to worry.

Now, what you want is something that will keep you remembering.

For a very long time.

Excuse me.

Hey, off the top.

Don't even think about it.

Tuesday, do you know that guy?

Give me a beer.

What are you drinking, man?

Take care of sunrise.

Don't die no see.

What's happening?

Not much.

What about you?

This is how.

Do you see?

Friend.

A friend or a colleague.

Boo!

Don't like the look of him.

I know what you mean.

But he's all right.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll be the judge of you, Bob.

So we need some info.

Now I'm not shocked this morning outside of Chicken Takeaway on Sackville Street.

Sort of info.

Anything.

Move of that way today.

Meet me at the Krampkut 6.

6.30.

We appreciate it.

No, but he's promising anything, Jimmy.

No problem.

John.

You are only breathing, mister.

Because she's here.

Don't leave me.

Scott, ain't you been asking the wrong questions?

You bastard!

I get an ambulance.

A sudden worry about... a kid like Dad's got a little marcy.

Virtually indestructible.

Sergeant, make peace?

Yes.

Jock, from casualty, we don't seem to have a surname.

There isn't one.

I mean, it isn't no.

I see.

How is he?

You'll see him in a moment.

Presumably can't put anything in yet for next of kin.

No.

One last question.

The private room's surcharge is being paid by Harriet to make peace.

Is that you?

Yes, it is, yes.

So all the bills will be sent to you personally and not to Scott and John?

That's right.

You have my bank as a dress there.

Fine.

Is that your signature?

Yes, it is, yes.

That's all I need to know for now.

So you can come this way.

He's fairly heavily sedated, but you'll make

him seem in a worse condition than he really is.

How bad is he?

It's probably all right.

He's in a lot of pain.

They were very systematic.

What about his hands?

They used to have a...

Jock?

Can you hear me?

He didn't tell me it was law's mob.

I know.

I'm sorry, Jock.

I should have told you that.

I'm sorry.

Jock?

Jock?

You find anything out about Sims?

You.

Huh?

Something.

No!

Want some water?

Couldn't get some rest.

Hmm, I think so.

I think you could use it.

I could.

Thanks.

Where you going?

To the shop to get some milk.

I'll go with you.

Well, there's some other things I have to do.

That's cool.

Look, I just need to be alone for a bit.

I ain't leaving you alone for a second.

Who calls them away?

So it is.

Why don't we take it?

It's more comfortable.

I feel like driving.

All yours.

We go home now.

Guess not, huh?

What about Chinese food instead?

Didn't think so.

You've made a big mistake this time, Lou.

A mistake?

What you did to Jock?

No, we don't know anybody called Jock, do we?

You didn't have to go that far.

He's not Scottish, is he?

I mean, you're not by any chance referring to that Scottish

geese and what attacked me in the street this afternoon.

In front of a couple of witnesses.

He isn't another Sims.

What is he?

For one thing, he's a friend.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes, you've thrown it, Lou, this time.

Oh, it's that.

Because I'm going to be the biggest drag in your life.

24 hours a day, every day.

Week after week, month after month until eventually you can't stand it and you crack.

He means something special to you, does he?

Just a little tartan rat.

You've permanently crippled his hand, Lou.

Look, if you're so fond of him, Sergeant,

why don't you put a bit more effort into it?

You know, I'll give him a bit of education like yourself.

Pulling him up a bit.

You could always pay for him to have violin lessons, couldn't you?

Which hand was it here?

Don't matter, just have to tie the boat through there now.

Yeah.

Yes.

Yes, I think I might talk with a bit of spaghetti, mala, nice.

You don't seem to be getting my message, Lou.

You're getting it now.

What the hell's the matter with you?

Have you gone crazy?

Do you throw food on a guy like that?

What are you out of your mind?

Listen, I've got a better idea if you really want to destroy him.

You want to wreck his life, huh?

You want to bring him down?

This is his car.

Go on.

Let the air out of his tires.

No, wait.

I've got an even better idea.

Go to whole heart.

Go on.

Steal his windshield wipers, too.

Let's go of me.

Can you see it now?

London gangster brought to his knees by really an undercover detective.

Four flats, right?

No wipers.

Imagine if Sergeant, it could rain.

He'd be crippled.

Shut up, Dempsey.

I will when I see some sense in your eyes.

Your brain's falling out.

Over some punk.

He's not the punk kid.

Hold on.

What is he?

You emotionally evolved with him?

I'm not emotionally involved.

Then what?

Tell me.

He's a human being.

But what was Sims?

A chicken?

Huh?

I didn't see a grab for the pasta when he got shot.

You know who has the highest percentage of suicides?

The most broken marriages?

Huh?

The highest degree of alcoholism?

What are you talking about?

Cops!

I'm talking about cops!

Who let their emotions foul them up?

And that's what I see happening to you.

Work and emotion.

They don't go together.

Are you listening to me?

He didn't have any blood on his suit.

He always wears suits.

What?

Tomorrow, I will check every dry peanut in time.

You all right?

Yeah.

I just want to unwind a bit before I get home.

All right.

All right, Harry.

Sheesh!

How are you?

Oh, boy.

Come and meet my friend.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Harry.

Charles!

Charles!

That's great.

Jamie.

And that's bad, no?

That's good.

That's good.

That's good.

That's good.

That's good.

Come here, come here.

She's wonderful.

Angela!

Come and meet Lieutenant James Dempsey.

It's my guardian angel.

Hello.

Hey, do it.

Oh, no.

He belongs to me.

He's my private dick.

Give him a drink.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I like that dress.

Thank you.

Oh, you do.

Do you?

Yeah.

Do

you still like it?

Are you sure?

Have you ever had a tequila sunrise before?

I think so.

Well, this is a tequila sunset.

Why is that?

It's a made mistake.

I put the grenadine on the top.

Ooh!

Ooh!

You're under arrest.

Ooh!

What, boys?

Morning, jazz.

Morning, Dempsey.

Hey, don't say it too seriously.

I don't know anything.

That's fine.

That's fine as I know.

Boy!

I feel fine.

So fine.

Yes, sir.

I got one that you haven't heard.

Yes, I'll be.

This farmer's got these three bulls, right?

Big bull.

Middle bull.

Little bull.

As soon as I catch it.

He comes back in now, he's got a truck.

As soon as I can get a hold of him.

He's the smartest bull I've ever seen.

He's got a little... He's got a bull behind the fence.

He sees it, right?

He looks at you.

He looks at you.

Like... Middle bull says he can't have my fine.

No.

And the little bull is stomping and snorting the ground, you know.

So the big bull says, you're going to fight him for your one channel?

And the little bull says, no, I just want to make sure he knows I'm a bull.

She goes,

she goes, she goes...

Them!

You're so crazy!

Excuse me.

Morning, Tiger.

I gotta tell you, that last night was terrific.

Harry, did you get a coffee?

Holistic's on the Mr. Chicken Bullet.

Oh, no, that's...

Harry?

Crowding low may have to stop.

Oh, no.

Why?

I heard a squeal from legal.

Low's new brief is causing a fuss.

The last thing we need is another harassment charge.

We'd have to lay off him altogether.

That's ridiculous.

Who's that?

Just a second, George.

They have a near-refutable bureaucratic argument.

We're an undercover squad.

Pistol whippings and parking ticket offenses are for other departments.

Why not have another go at the tax angle?

You remember, Jarrett, in regional?

Hmm.

Well, he's now a link man with Customs Next.

He owes us a favor or two.

Get the finance file on those companies and take Janet to lunch.

Lunch?

Lunch.

Today?

Whenever you have the time.

Everything okay?

What do you mean?

You.

Perfect.

Good.

Good.

Yes, George?

No, I do not want to... Who's that?

Jaz, you, the doger on my phone with you.

And find out how the hell she got hold of my private line.

Omega.

Well, what about the spaghetti business then?

Spaghetti.

I don't know.

Are you too solid on this case?

Is there anything else I should know?

You know how much I hate being kept in the dark.

Especially about anything which might affect the

sweet harmony of my beautifully orchestrated team.

Hey, a tiger.

Okay.

Okay.

How do I know?

What's the matter?

Enough.

Enough?

What?

You're making me feel sick out there.

I'm making you sick.

Did we or didn't we?

Did we or didn't we?

What?

You know exactly what I mean.

I haven't the famous idea.

Sleep with each other.

Come on, don't beat about the bush.

Did we do it?

You don't remember.

Well, not much.

Don't worry, I'm sure you were terrific.

So... there you go.

That's it then.

By the way, if it isn't too much to ask for your ego,

would you mind sparing me the big display out there?

Bar, did you?

Well, it's a little crass, I feel.

All right, sweetheart, I'll tell you what bothers me.

I've just taken two big insults from you that I don't take from nobody.

Correction, make that three.

I don't know which one is worst.

One, I don't brag about something, unless it's worth bragging about.

Two, I'm no Prince Charles has to get his charge by sleeping with some lush.

And three, baby, believe me.

Even if you'd been comatose, lobotomized, anesthetized and deep frozen.

If I had, you would have remembered.

You tried to tell me we didn't do it.

What is this, something wrong with my speech?

The verbs in the wrong place?

Do you mean we didn't?

Read my lips, N-O.

You're satisfied?

No irony intended.

What can I say?

I'm sorry.

No problem.

See, I thought you were laughing with the boys.

I thought you were acting a bit snooty there for all the fun we had last night.

You sure had a skin full?

How did I get to bed?

Well, you didn't look the comfortable liner in the hallway.

Oh, my God.

Tell me something.

How did I get into my pajamas?

You don't remember.

You put them on to go outside to say good night to your car.

I gotta tell you, make this.

I never would have believed it.

I mean, you don't do it often, but when you do, it's a class act.

You're one hell of a drunk.

Westminster Hospital.

Elizabeth Ward.

It's been a shooting.

Get down there.

It's like ten.

Where's John?

Who?

This guy's dead.

Good cast.

He's coming down.

Who is he?

We don't know.

He mustn't come into the back remote.

Where's John, the patient?

I heard too loud, though.

Where's John?

This isn't the patient.

Have you just got a dougie?

Yes.

One, two, three... Where's the gun?

We found the gun.

No shot of himself.

You've found the gun?

Listen, I want you to stay with this guy.

Don't let him out of this guy.

Dude, stay right here.

If he comes to, you bust him.

You got that?

Yes, sir.

Listen, I don't know if anybody can clean this room.

I don't know if anybody hears it.

I don't know if anybody near it.

The forensic prints are through with it.

I want those bullets sent to ballistics that I can.

You got it?

Understood, sir.

All his bullets have gone.

Yeah, I think it'll all send him to finish him off.

And John goes away.

With the gun.

Try, okay?

Use your protection.

Come again.

Who skims you?

Skims.

Creams your profits.

Sorry, we don't speak, Scotch, yeah.

Try sign language.

Hey!

Norman, have you?

Well, well, well.

How are you then, Jock?

Oh, of course I'd like to meet you.

Now, where's that?

Oh.

All right.

Fine.

It's crazy!

I've been bloody crying!

I mean, this little cunt came and I didn't know from anywhere.

It goes that we smash the bloody television.

I mean, Rex's video.

Please smash the little shooter.

I've never seen a bloke before.

I'm going to put it down.

I knew where to find it.

Scotty!

You there?

Sash!

Scotty!

We are here.

You there, Scotty?

Hey, what's the idea?

Who's there?

You all right?

I'm all over for you.

No, Scotty, listen.

It's been a mistake.

Scotty, please, please.

Thank you.

Please, Scotty, please, listen.

What?

One.

Two.

Three.

Please, Scotty, please.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Go ahead.

You fire.

Then I'll fire.

You would be there.

Yes, he would.

So the bullets match.

Okay.

That was ballistics.

The bullets match.

So we've got it.

Good work.

A compliment.

Harry.

I want you for a moment.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Next time he might not be so lucky.