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Get the stuff quick.

Is he dead?

Move it.

Do

you like

that kind of thing?

Hmm, I do.

Not to your taste, Dempsey.

Nah.

Looks like a fancy schwancy doormat.

It's not meant for wiping your feet on.

It's a prayer mat, and it's made of silk.

Oh, yeah?

What's the thing like this go for?

Well, it depends where it was made and when.

Look, I don't really know.

I'm not that good.

I wouldn't say that.

But then I wouldn't know, right?

Right!

It seems like he was what he says in the book.

Ex-patriot, Middle East, lived here for about

a year, set himself up in the antique business.

What's all that lot?

Anything in there?

Nothing gets squashed over.

He was doing okay.

He wasn't there on the crown jewels, but there

must be a thousand guys like him in his town.

Very good, Dempsey.

Very far sighted.

Are they all carrying nine millimeter barrettas around with them?

These were found near the body.

And does that suggest anything to either of you, given his background?

Well, Barretta's a standard issue to security, and Mr. Yasim's part of the world.

No, you're with me, Sergeant.

Doesn't he seem less clean than he was?

Do you want us to start digging in that direction?

Yes, I do, but I want it done with a feather.

I don't want anyone spooked with badges or loud noises.

Is that clear, Dempsey?

I hear your boss.

I hear you.

Well, is it true?

Yes, cannot.

Yasim is dead.

He was found very early this morning in his storeroom.

The police are very busy there.

And the artifacts?

They are missing.

Yet they will deliver to him.

Later than expected, but as arranged.

In which case, they are not lost completely, merely astray.

Should any such pieces arrive on the market, we will hear.

I do hope so.

This could jeopardize our whole organization.

You loon a chick.

That could have gone off.

Is this all there was?

Put that down.

It's about ten grand with there.

What is it?

It's Egyptian.

It's the real.

The stuff weighs a ton.

What else is he doing with all this?

I'm thieving it, probably.

I don't just let this sort of thing leave home now, you know.

Well, are we going to sell it?

There's people all buy that just to lock it away.

They'll pay a fortune just to look at it.

There isn't a curse on it, is there?

There's not going to be some mummy dressed in bandages

bashing her way through the wall to get to her baby.

Come on, let's pack this away.

I want to get it down your place out of sight.

Then I want to get a camera Polaroid.

What for?

Well, I want to check it out.

But I don't want to have to cart all this stuff around.

In case I get mugged.

Present.

Why, you shouldn't have.

We're going to do some quick cramming on the antique business.

Harry, I would know it's shipping down from a ship mug.

I don't think it's here, it takes anyway.

I think it has to do with these old rugs.

There's this carpet dealer.

He comes up several times with these very large reimbursements.

I think we should start with him.

Okay, well, I've given our cover some thought.

And I'll be a professional lady showing you Rand London.

And you do your usual brash, America.

I will decide my own cover.

Thank you very much.

Would you mind telling me what it is?

Nope.

Just mute you at the carpet dealer.

Can't wait.

Interesting.

Very interesting, Mr. Scott.

I can see why your clients being shy.

A piece like this would attract a good deal of interest at a sale.

It's worth between eight and ten thousand pounds.

You say there's some glassware with this collection of the same date?

It looks it to me, but then I don't have your expertise, naturally.

The glass you mentioned, it's more valuable, is it?

Considerably.

Which could be an inducement to your client to authenticate?

Yes.

Yeah, I think he could.

Single examples of ancient glass can make a hundred thousand.

I must apologise for the delay.

Can't think what's happened to my client.

Not very punctual, these Americans, are they?

I must make this so sorry, my traffic was abominable.

Oh, that's lovely.

I client, Mr. Dempsey.

How do you do?

How do you do?

This is a cash amp.

This one was woven by Mottasham himself.

It's rather special, I think.

Has this been near the door?

I beg your pardon?

It's worn, it looks used.

It's antique, Mr. Dempsey.

That's part of its charm.

Oh, I see.

How big is it?

Four feet, three inches by six feet, six inches.

Oh, that won't do.

It has to be thirteen feet, otherwise the boards stick out along the sides.

I'll look around.

I all means do so.

Mr. Dempsey was rather impressed with the prayer

carpet that you found for an acquaintance of mine.

Maestra, do you see?

Yes, yes.

That was a cash amp, I think.

Yes, signed with gold in the border.

That's right.

Yes, I remember.

He was rather pleased with that himself.

Do you know him then?

Slightly.

I'm just finding my way around on the business, actually.

Oh, Miss Makepeace.

Look at this one with these lovely birdies.

How much is this?

In the region of £7,000, sir.

What's shipping provided by us, of course?

Oh, free shipping.

Isn't that nice?

Your American friend is collecting privately, I take it.

Yes.

I was hoping to put him in touch with Mr. Yassine's rather anonymous buyer.

With a commission on any transaction that took place, of course.

Do you think that's possible?

Simon Redgrave is the man you want.

If your friend isn't too scrupulous about certification, and as long as he's loaded.

Oh, I can vouch for that.

Oh!

Look at this.

Wouldn't this look divine in the jar?

Well, did I get the butternut?

You were born for it, Dempsey.

Well, you unbearged yourself.

What about Redgrave?

I gave him a ring while you were doing your piesta

resistance about cutting the rug to fit the John.

Yeah, I like that one myself.

How'd you get him?

Yes, he's having lunch, but he says we're welcome to join him.

His plans?

No.

Somewhere where you'll feel very much at home in your nice cowboy beans.

You're so right.

This is home cooking.

I've always said a hamburger is a sandwich dreaming.

You know what I mean.

Very good, Mr. Dempsey.

Let it roll.

I do like your friends, please.

And what is it you want with me, sir?

Mr. Dempsey would like to add to his collection in New

York as a means of turning his cash into something more.

Innocent?

I'm very new about innocent.

You're very waggish, Mr. Dempsey.

I'll say I've never been called that before.

What you're looking for is a private sale.

No record of the business on either side.

Badly a legal transaction in fact.

That's precisely what we're looking for.

Now, Mr. you've seen suggested that you might be able to show us the way to it.

An interesting hypothesis.

I'm such an attractive pair.

What a pity that I can't accommodate you just now.

Well, it doesn't have to be immediate, as long as we know we're not wasting our time.

Well, my father depends on Mr. Yassine's good officers.

Still?

Nailed this brand-on, Mr. Dempsey.

Perhaps we will talk again soon.

It's been a real pleasure, Ms. Magnus.

Nailed this brand-on.

It's not the last album by the evils.

What's all this survey of Yassine's business records?

If you can call them records.

What a mess.

He said himself up two years ago.

Went on a buying spree and built up a large amount of stock.

Normal practice for a dealer, would you say?

Nothing is.

He hasn't sold a single item of that stock since he started.

He'll make a bit of a dent in a cash flow, wouldn't he?

Certainly would go.

Look at this.

Do a cheque's coming at irregular intervals.

10,000.

20,000.

Untraceable.

So far, I've come up with £100,000 worth.

No business was the front.

An elaborate cover.

I think we may have turned up a real nest of vipers, Chas.

Said his name was James Scott.

A dealer in Ombrejada.

Nothing else?

No, he left in a hurry.

Rather wise than the circumstances, I wouldn't thought.

Why do you say that, Mr. Martin?

I recognize the pieces, Rashid.

I know where they come from.

In fact, I've seen them in the flesh, so to speak.

In your very own national museum.

Photographs can be deceptive.

You must be mistaken.

I don't make those sort of mistakes.

They're not the finest examples of the period.

Still, they are part of your national heritage.

Or should I say, were.

As you like.

It would not help your position if this information were to be gone public.

It would be disastrous.

You have something, a point, you wish to make?

A business proposition.

I think you have a far to unique source of stock.

Why not avail yourself of my services?

Let me sell them for you.

You are not the best of dealers.

I have used in this city, but you certainly are the boldest.

I like that.

So we're in business again?

Of course.

You have told them no one else?

No.

That in itself is worthy of an advance on your first commission.

What shall we say?

Ten thousand?

Let's make it fifty.

The guy is a bum.

I can't believe that I bought him lunch.

I'll pay you something.

The only difference between us coming out is that yours talk better.

They sound intelligent, but low life is low life.

I don't care what you dress it like.

Without low life, Dempsey, we'd be without jobs.

Maybe, but I find a little hard getting up for this case.

I mean, who cares?

One sleazebore kills another, so what?

Strange attitude for a cop.

Everybody has rights, Dempsey.

And I would say murder is a serious violation of those rights.

What is that?

It's a clamp.

Something we picked up from you, I think.

I don't care where it came from.

I want it off of there.

Get onto spikings so you can sort this out.

This is a serious violation of private property, mine.

What do you do in New York?

We give you a ticket.

That's all.

And it hits you where you really hurt in your pocket.

This.

This is childish.

Charlie fires the control.

Yo!

Control to Charlie Five over.

Chad!

I got a serious problem here.

I need your urgent assistance.

Is this absolutely necessary?

I'm tied up all afternoon and I've been flat out all day.

Well, no, of course not.

Not if it's that important.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Look, I hope this isn't going to be untidy.

He's what?

Where are you, over?

We're outside Red Ridge, please.

You know what Dempsey's like?

He just parks, gets out and leaves it.

I suppose we should feel grateful he didn't tie it to the railings and call it trigger.

There's been another murder.

A dealer, name of Markham.

A barretta was used.

Professional hit, over?

Eight piece.

Looks like he's in a hurry.

I'll get back to you on that, over and out.

What are you going to do?

Well, that's just we followed a guy.

I'll get Karen.

Don't bother.

I'll give you a lift.

Dempsey, don't be silly.

It's an emergency.

Curious, isn't it?

Your Mr. Yasin doesn't deliver his arrange.

Penny Antidella starts hooking antiquities from door to door.

What do you make of that Colonel?

Yasin is dead.

He was killed and robbed.

The police have yet to release his name.

But it seems that they have no knowledge of the artifacts.

There is no reason why you should not complete our transaction.

It seems rather pointless without the goods.

I have the name of the thief.

People are tracking him down.

Now?

Yes, well, I suggest they don't waste any time.

The matter's already attracted too much attention.

You have problems?

No, no problems, exactly.

I had lunch earlier with a very charming girl.

A rather colourful man.

They appeared to have met Yasin quite recently.

The police?

Oh, I hardly think so.

Unless Her Majesty is taking a very different kind of recruit into the force.

An intriguing situation.

I myself and a mysterious American both desire your

treasures, of which a third party is in possession.

What do you propose to do about it, Colonel?

Unless he is a threat to the American is no concern of mine.

And the antiquities will be recovered from this, Mr. Scott.

Very soon.

Yes.

Yes, I rather thought they would be.

Hi there, Miss.

Do you always pick up strange men in the park?

No, only you.

You're the only strange man I know.

Really?

Your innocence turns me on.

Your lack of it turns me off.

What is that place anyway?

I don't know about it.

This area is thick with embassy staff.

I don't mind betting there's a diplomatic force field on that one.

So he's one of the untouchable, huh?

Shall we get that film to spikings?

No.

Get Karim.

Who are they?

I suspect we'll find out very soon.

And no glowing in the dark.

It's an embassy house.

A gentleman in residence is called Colonel Rashid.

Officially, he's in charge of their security arrangements.

Art company for Redgrave, wouldn't you say?

You said officially.

What else is there?

There's an MI6 dossier on him.

My contact can't get access to it.

Oh, that's great.

What's he afraid of?

We'll sell it to the Sunday papers.

Wouldn't be the first time?

I said he couldn't get it.

I didn't say I couldn't get it.

You two better check on Redgrave.

There was no neck talking to a security spook for anyone.

I figured a dead man is the link here.

Yep.

He has seen him up to something.

Something that they killed him for.

Now Rashid was obviously using, as a middleman, with the antique business as a cover.

Cover for what?

We can't even look at Rashid's father out on the nose from the queen.

Well, spikings will take care of that.

Oh, does he know it?

Okay.

So we can't touch Rashid for the moment.

Let's see what the old boyfriend network can do.

Didn't know you had one.

Who is he?

It works at Sotheby's.

You never know.

He may be able to tell us something about Redgrave.

That is what spikings told us to do on them.

And you always do what you told.

You're such a good little copper.

Tell me, make peace.

Be able to let it hang out, you know, get wild, lose control.

Never.

Well, not in the office anyway.

Tell me where I'll meet you anyplace.

Good morning.

Surprised me.

Only about a quarter million quid worth.

That's all.

You're kidding.

No, if it's all right, I'm not.

I told you it was for real, didn't I?

Yeah, about two hundred and fifty thousand pounds.

Are you sure you're going to handle it?

Listen, for that sort of money, I'll give it a very serious drive, believe me.

Starting tomorrow, Bailey, you're looking at long years of graceful living.

That's very useful.

Thank you.

Yes, I'd love to.

Mmm, that'd be nice.

Well, if I'm not, just leave a message on my machine.

Okay, nice to speak to you.

Bye, Julian.

Bye, Julian.

It's a nice name.

Do you want to hear what you have to say, or should I do it on my own?

Oh, no, please.

Every scintillating piece of verbiage.

Well, it seems that a gentleman of dubious background has been

trying to set up a meeting with one of Julian's assessors.

Shall we check it out?

By all means.

There we go, then.

Here's to being rich.

Are they all hanging about and celebrate tonight?

I've got the taste for it.

Don't go shooting your mouth off.

And keep that stuff locked up until I tell you different.

Of course I will.

What could I do with it?

Play with it in the bath?

I'll call you tomorrow.

Oh,

should I kill you now for your seat?

First I ask you some questions.

But perhaps you do not die.

Do you understand it?

Now, let us hear of the antiquities that I'm missing.

And how you came to steal them.

But come on, did I hit it back there or what, Harry?

About regret.

No, about Julian.

Come on, you and Julian will never make it together.

I think Rashid must have set his scene up in business to smuggle stuff in for him.

And Redgrave does the buying and selling.

Okay, look, you don't want to kiss and tell?

I can respect that.

That way Rashid keeps his nose clean until somebody kills his sin.

Somebody who didn't know what they were getting for their trouble.

Dempsey, you're disgusting.

Thank you.

I swear it.

That's all there is.

Biley got a chip off of it.

Oh, she's got the stuff in her lock up somewhere.

That's all there is.

Then we must speak with your friend also.

As to yourself.

I shall make an example of these courage others.

Be merciful, get him.

Kill him quickly.

It's all locked up.

Not for long.

Coming?

If I didn't, who'd look after you?

Somebody got here before us.

Truth, Harry.

Did the Earth move?

So this is what he died for, is it?

And very nearly yourselves.

They didn't occur to you to call for assistance

before you decided to break into the place.

What?

Does somebody else get blown up?

He has some background on Scott from criminal records.

What charges?

Well, he's clean himself.

But he stood bail for a guy called Mickey Bailey a couple of times.

So he employed him.

Well, if everybody else is out of bounds, let's go talk to him.

Now, Dempsey, you will ask him nicely, won't you?

We don't want his reply from the hereafter.

Isn't that a promise?

Or is he just checking his gun?

Just let me get my foot inside the door.

Don't stay in it.

We'll be rooting a choir and stuff.

Oh, I'll just watch what you named into the wall, shall I?

Don't tell me my job, Dempsey.

Looks like we've been beaten to it again.

This is getting to be a habit.

But I guess they haven't got him because they did.

He'd be here.

Holding his head.

Do you know something?

I don't think they've got the antiquities either.

I think Bailey has them.

And he's hidden them somewhere.

In that case, we better get to Bailey first.

Shall we knock on some doors?

Right, George.

Thanks.

I owe you one.

Bastards.

Chance!

Just go.

MI6 had been under a sheet for months.

They've been building a case on him, don't you know?

Well, people get murdered, precisely.

Diplomatic immunity or no diplomatic immunity?

I'm going to put a stock to Mr. Rashid's cooperation.

What is his operation?

Raising funds to finance some crappot terrorist group.

You tell the others anybody working on this case is to be armed.

I don't want any of my people to come down by his lunatic.

All right, guys.

A sad chain of events, indeed.

And a dangerous chain of events, Colonel.

I do not need you to remind me, Mr. Edward.

I have told you that Yassine's business with

you shall be honored, as you agreed with him.

Meaning that you still need the money.

Well, I can certainly understand that.

It's a considerable amount for an organization such as yours, isn't it?

By your all sorts of things.

Well, you shall have it, Colonel.

Just as soon as I have what I want.

What do you want Mickey Bailey for, then?

That's my business.

You know where he is?

No, I don't know.

It could be at his tarts flat, I suppose.

He crashes Vernon again.

Where might that be?

Next to the Nelson Pubbing Pinoff Street.

It's the bottom fell.

What's with that here, anyway?

You swallow a grenade or something?

Who is it?

I don't know.

Gas board.

Hang on.

Mickey!

Mickey!

This one's loaded.

And I interrupting something, Dempsey?

All right, sunshine.

How do you want it?

Robbery with murder?

The attempted murder of a police officer in the course of his duties.

Why shall I just throw you back outside to end up in pieces like your friend?

What do you want me to say?

Every last word.

Right now.

Well, we know where they came from.

We know where they're there.

Let's say we got an edge.

We have.

And I intend to see we don't lose it.

According to MI6, our colonel, Rashid, would appear to be the motive

force behind a network of terrorist cells stretching from here to Beirut and back.

Funded by the antiquities.

They're trying to find out his source of supply.

They think it might be their national museum.

You mean his own government is actually funding Rashid's activities?

I see it as one of the untouchables.

Political status and all that.

Maybe not so untouchable.

We know how much he wants to stuff back.

Soon or later he's going to get it with or without barely.

And we're going to be there when he does.

Yo, hey Chief.

Put me straight up protocol here, will you?

What if these diplomatic envoys start shooting at us?

What do we do?

Show him a green card?

You behave like a police officer, Dempsey.

Or at least one from New York.

You shoot back.

That's an order.

There you are.

Just what you always wanted.

Not quite.

Charlie, do it to control.

In position over.

Roger, Charlie, too.

In the same position until third orders.

Over and out.

That's the last of them, sir.

The warehouse is now completely sealed off.

We have three units ready to move in.

And another three units to block access roads once Rashida arrives.

Or as backup with necessary.

Good.

They're all well clear of the building.

They don't want Rashid frightened off.

Nobody is closer than a block away, sir, except Dempsey, of course.

How reassuring.

Rashid doesn't have a lot to lose if it comes to a shootout.

Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Hmm, but if it does.

You'll need a bloody army to get out of there.

Roger, Charlie, too.

Sounds like he has got an army.

That should make it interesting.

When we move in, we'll watch out for the songs.

Could get a bit lively.

Yes, sir.

And remember, you're with me now.

Not Dempsey.

No unnecessary risks.

Give the order.

Control to your units.

Move in.

Over and out.

It's here!

Nice and easy.

Let's get up together.

What

do you want me to do, Mitt?

I don't want you so worried about it.

It's just a scratch.

They've been in there over an hour.

It's a big scratch.

Thought you were meant to wait for us.

Now, don't you start.

The chief gets hit right away.

It's my fault.

It just strikes me as more than coincidence that every time.

Every time what?

Excuse me.

Every time you're around World War III explodes.

You want to hear an explosion, lady?

Excuse me.

What?

Sorry.

You may see him now.

He's lost a lot of blood.

He's heavily sedated.

Don't stay too long.

Oh, sleeping like a baby.

Sir, it's Harry, sir.

Can you hear me?

Looks kind of cute.

Can't imagine.

A couple of days we back to his old grelchy son of a...

Cute.

I think the word was.

Well,

a fascinating tale of turn and spectre.

What a dangerous life you lived.

I do hope that arm isn't painful.

That thing you crawl back under your stone pains me more, red grave.

That's it.

That's all we do.

Just slap his wrist.

They've been along with me for five minutes.

Really, Mr. Dempsey.

You know I took you for a gangster.

I wasn't very far wrong, was I?

Until the next time, red grave.

Oh, uh, we will be looking into Mr. Yasin's banking arrangements.

Who knows what might come up, eh?

Such a pity you can't stay for tea, Inspector.

It's rather a night's own grey mixture.

What you got there?

Frank's old porcelain.

Quite red.

Can I say?

Well, do be careful with that, Roger.

It's 200 years old.

That all?

Whoa.

I wouldn't want to drop this.