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Wake up, get out of here, Wake up!

It's him, Billy.

Shh!

Do, do, do.

A ha, ha, ha, ha.

All in cash.

Tell spikens... Tell him what, Tom.

Tom is the man in the red coat.

Tom Bishop had been working undercover on his case for about two months.

His brief was to gather information about right-wing extremists in the area.

I hope this isn't some lunatic terrorist gang about a bankrollist operation.

His lot were about up to painting the odd swastika and frightening old ladies.

The end.

We rang you up that morning, frightened.

I had someone there within 20 minutes.

But he didn't give you the details?

We were just about to pull him out before it happened.

Perhaps I better turn this over to one of our other agencies.

My people can cope, sir.

Oh, yes.

I've told the PM, sir.

Who have you got in the field?

Can't name names, sir.

Can't?

Routine security.

In my case is the Prime Minister's special security adviser.

I think you might permit yourself to make an exception.

Oh, cut it out.

I've just lost one of my best men on this case, sir.

And I won't name names to anyone.

Not even to the Prime Minister.

Not if my job depended on it.

If this thing gets out, she's super intended.

If I'd come to that.

You okay?

I'm confused.

Tom was extremely experienced.

He was set up.

Can happen to anybody.

Which apartment is it?

It's a flat run to you.

What

the hell are we looking for anyway?

Ten billion.

Potato chips, pounds, dollars?

This is a heist.

It's the biggest heist in the history of the world.

The universe.

No doubt.

That's why we're looking for it.

Telephone book.

Only it ain't a heist.

It ain't?

Come on, Harry.

These are modern times.

People have computers and things like that.

I mean, they don't keep ten billion of anything anywhere anymore.

Well, if it ain't a heist, what is it?

You tell me.

It's a heist.

What?

Tom Bishop's girlfriend.

Nope.

He seemed very sure.

Tom and I worked together before you joined us.

Yeah.

So I knew him pretty well.

No.

I get it.

No, don't say you don't get it at all.

I worked with Tom that's all.

And I've never seen her before.

Come on, Harry.

What do you tell him?

This is a real fox.

You don't know who she is?

No.

But you know that it's not Tom's girlfriend.

Well... Tom was not interested in women.

Oh.

But he had this hidden away.

Hey, maybe he's a closet straight.

He'll forgive my lack of humor, Dempsey.

But I have a friend who's dead.

And I don't know why.

I'll bet the fox dies.

What do you think, Dempsey?

I'm in love with her already.

No, the house.

Mm-hmm.

There you go.

That car?

That car.

Where's?

When the fat guy drove away, that's the car he was driving.

I'll take Prince Charming.

I'll take Ursula.

Surprise, surprise.

Can I help?

Oh, erm... You're not expecting me, are you?

Could I be famous?

Oh, no, Mom.

Excuse me.

I want you to help me.

I'm a little lost.

Really?

Yeah, I've been driving around for hours, you know.

Well, maybe you could help me.

I can't seem to find a tower in London.

You're not even close, and I don't believe you're lost.

I am, but just for words, you are beautiful.

Go away.

I apologize if I'm out of line.

I just wanted to meet you.

That's a lot of car to be driving.

For a girl, do you mean?

For anybody.

My first car was a beat of 58 Buick.

Three-ton bucket of chrome.

Just to call it the elephant.

I'm sorry, Jim, but cars just don't interest me.

You drive that car and you tell me cars don't interest you.

It's not mine.

It belongs to my guardian.

Go, honey.

Who's he?

Let me ask you a question.

How often have you done this?

Done what?

Picked up a total stranger and taken her out for an expensive dinner.

I thought you were paying.

You will come in for me in 20.

And have a drink.

It's me!

It's all right, Jim.

Come on in and meet my guardian.

Adrian.

This is Jim.

Hi, how are you?

How'd you do?

I wondered why you invited me for breakfast.

I don't see any other choices we got.

Well, I do.

We tell spikings about Lindsay the moment we get into the office.

And he goes upstairs and tells the boys, and they hear to name Lindsay,

and you can kiss the case goodbye.

And Tom Bishop got killed for nothing.

You're paranoid.

Do you know that?

Realistic.

I've seen this before.

Now what the hell would I care?

It was your partner anyway.

Meaning?

I just thought maybe you owe them one.

And isn't that what partners supposed to do for each other?

Even ex-partners.

Okay.

I suppose a couple of days weren't had anyone.

Uh, Aylwood.

Laura brought home a young man with her last night.

Yes.

James Dempsey and a American.

I've had him checked out.

He's an SI10 man.

Yeah, well, there's no need to panic yet.

If he turns up again, I need to know about it.

Wynton Direct Marketing Services.

Huh?

Where I followed Lindsay's chum.

Lindsay?

Yes, Dempsey.

Lindsay's chum, Prince Charming.

whom I went after while you were amusing yourself with Cinderella.

Cinderella?

Oh, the fox.

I don't see the connection between Wynton and Lindsay and the 10 billion.

Do you, Dempsey?

Harry, I've got enough to deal with without this Wynton crap.

I'm gonna find a little fat so is.

I've got a homicide.

And a pretty girl.

Whose car turns up in all the wrong places.

And, uh, don't forget the man in the red coat.

Oh.

So you are still on the team.

Chaz has been trying to reassure me of that for the past few years.

I thought you'd take an annual leave or be transferred or something.

Yes, you read our report.

Exactly.

And I'm... I'm happy.

I expect you to make me happy very soon.

Yes, sir.

Well, the connection?

You don't see the connection?

No.

Me neither.

Score.

Good morning, Mr. Dassett.

Who wants to know?

I do.

Job, is it?

No.

Can't help you.

Oh, I think you can.

I'm looking for a Mr. Livingston.

Lucky Livingston.

Why?

Where is he?

Yes.

Never heard of him.

Your own partner, Mr. Dassett?

How very odd.

Get lost.

I'd like to have a little chat with your partner.

No wonder you didn't make much money, Mr. Dassett.

You're so rude to your customers.

Now, shall we talk about your partner?

Oh, it was a short guy.

You, yes.

Where is he?

What are you after?

A red coat.

And your friend Lucky, who's been living here for the last two years.

How is he?

Eating and sleeping.

And anything else you'd care to mention?

What do you want him for?

We just want to talk to him.

Well, so do I.

Tom, look.

Go on.

He's taking all the blood in love.

All me, Tom.

Tom Foolery?

Jewelry.

Lucky did that, huh?

So if you see the fat louse around, give him a good kick in from me, will you?

Oh, sure will.

Promise?

Be my pleasure.

Well, if that's that.

Well, thanks a lot, Sharon.

Oh, thanks for your help, Sharon.

Bye.

Hi, Lucky.

No one told me nothing.

I was just a driver.

Blaker paid me.

Blaker?

That's right.

Drive the car, he said.

The Porsche.

Yeah.

Why haven't you booked me?

You want to have a private talk?

What's your first?

Huh?

I get to know you better.

Look, just drive the car, he said.

Give me a nose clean.

That's 200 pounds.

You want to know anything more?

You ask Blaker.

Blaker's dead.

Yeah, awkward.

He was trying to breathe in a knife, got in the way.

Poor old Blaker.

Poor old Blaker killed a friend of ours.

Don't you remember?

It was a bit of a rush, wasn't it?

It was Lucky.

We're working on a case.

That's bigger than your knucklehead brain configure.

Yeah, I can see that.

Listen, it's a tough case.

We're running out of leads.

And you're not a good lead.

I don't know.

Rotten.

But you're the only one we got.

You don't know nothing.

I think we're going to have to give this to a friend of ours.

He isn't as nice as us.

Rubber hoses.

Right?

It's all the same, man.

I don't worry, Lucky.

He'll get the truth out of you in the end.

The first question.

The big question that he'll put to you, Lucky, is this.

Who paid Blaker?

You've been in their political wilderness quite long enough, Toby.

Well, for all these years, I am a little weary of leading a one-man crusade.

You have no doubts?

None whatsoever.

I'm concerned about your always being in the vanguard.

I'm well used to the brick baths.

Has it occurred to you that our purposes might best be served by a crisis?

There are crises and crises.

Perhaps a short but severe financial crisis.

By God, but it won't be easy.

Nothing worthwhile ever is, Toby.

Think about it.

So all Lucky can remember is that he met Blaker at a pub.

I believe him.

Lucky is a liar.

The Duke of Cumberland is mild, so he's usually stomping Grant.

Lucky has not got the brains to invent the name like that.

It's a pub, just like any other pub.

Is it?

Okay.

You all look around?

There's nothing here.

Let's go.

No.

No, it's not okay.

This is a working pub.

So?

So it should be full of barrels, crates, empty bottles.

Hey, you too.

Do you mean us?

Come on.

Sorry, we seem to have lost our way.

It's my fault.

I was looking for a little boys room.

Oh, yeah?

What about her?

Oh, that's my mother.

She takes me everywhere.

We're too late, Dempsey.

Are we?

Everything's been cleared out.

It's all gone.

Whatever it was.

Sure.

It's cleared out.

That's what I said.

You gotta create things out to put new things in.

How many things would you suppose?

Say 10 billion.

Very little.

Harry.

A man in the red.

This is where Elwood was yesterday.

Let's go.

And I didn't think so.

Okay.

Say it.

Say what?

You don't think this is a good idea?

Nope.

Where are your glasses?

Oh, I don't know.

I've put them down somewhere.

Upstairs probably.

All right, Adrian.

Hmm?

I'll go.

If Lindsay is guilty.

Then doesn't follow that his assistant and close personal friend here's Elwood.

Prince Bloody Charming is the guilty too.

Did I say the evidence isn't here?

Maybe.

Somewhere.

I can't find them.

Oh, well.

Never mind.

Is it important?

Well, I ought to know something about it by tomorrow.

Can't I read it to you?

Or is it classified?

Deadly secret?

No, no, no, it's unbelievably tedious.

No, it's just the transcript of a telephone conversation.

Would you mind, dear?

Thank you.

I'll find the evidence, Daddy.

It kills me.

I'm convinced.

You are?

Sure.

We've got to get lucky sometime.

So you must help me, James.

I'm absolutely desperate.

Don't say anything.

I beg of you.

Just listen.

They want to kill me.

I shall have to get away from here and hide.

Adrian, how awful.

You're the only one I can trust.

I don't know what to do for the best.

I'm sorry to cause you all this trouble.

Harry, evidence.

Don't see you quite clever.

Okay, the genius.

I know.

Let's get out of here.

Car?

Do you want to see me?

Ah, Edward.

Lucky Livingston.

Was picked up yesterday.

The American?

Sit down.

We must now...

deal with Mr. Dempsey.

Don't delay.

Can I help?

Yes, I think so.

As requested, we guarantee...

a 75% coverage of all the households in the United Kingdom.

75%.

You should see my Christmas card list and runs into thousands.

My honor.

No, you're not.

Accordingly, we undertake to collect your goods.

What goods for heaven's sake?

On Thursday the 16th.

That's tomorrow.

No, that's today.

Said goods to be ready in store in the premises

of the Duke of Cumberland public house.

Well, I'm as much in the dark as ever.

What's that got to do with Tom's 10 billion?

Or Lindsey?

I've had enough of today.

Let's go to bed.

Me in my bed.

You in yours.

Harry.

Dempsey.

James, you must help me.

Laura, what's the matter?

I'm absolutely desperate.

Where are you?

Don't say anything I beg of you.

Just listen.

They want to kill me.

I shall have to get away from here and hide.

After this call I shall go straight to the playhouse theatre.

If I have to, I shall wait there all night.

What's that?

It's a trap.

Maybe.

But it's not Laura's idea.

The nose?

That's right, Harry.

Dempsey, it is a trap.

Okay.

It is a trap.

Laura?

Second gun stage left!

Drop it!

Spikings is going to be very unhappy about this.

Why, don't he like theatre?

You sure about this?

Harry, when this started, we was the good guys, and they were the bad guys.

And now?

Now it's a turkey shoot.

And we're the turkeys.

They're all in this together.

Right up to their necks.

Dempsey.

In Watts together.

Harry.

I see them.

Lindsay and to Prince Charlie.

Today's the day.

Last day, the 16th.

Hi.

Good morning, sir.

Morning, Laura Hall.

Is she expecting us, huh?

Tell me Jane is here.

I see if she's at home, sir.

Sir.

Just catching up on my reading.

Have a good part, sir.

I gotta go.

Jim.

Hi, Laura.

I just remember that I gotta go.

I want an explanation.

So do I.

Why don't you tag along?

What?

I wouldn't mind you making any more phone calls, especially to your guardian.

We had this phone.

Harry, I'm on my way.

On my way.

Do you believe me?

I'm trying.

He gave it his piece of paper to read me.

He must have recorded me.

Oh, God, Adrian.

Are you listening to me?

James, what's going on?

We shut up for a second.

I'm trying to think.

It's 10 billion.

This inflation.

The hell's he doing?

You know, I remember reading something.

During World War II, there was this idea that they

could drop money on Nazi Germany instead of bombs.

The whole idea being to call something... what was it called?

The hyperinflation, that was it.

Bring down the government overnight.

That was a stupid idea, though.

They wouldn't do that.

What has all this got to do with my guardian?

I don't know.

Maybe nothing.

Then again, maybe everything.

You better hurry, Dempsey.

Don't panic, Harry.

Who's panicking?

Just get a move on.

That's all.

Adrian?

Hmm?

10 billion?

Can't you read notes?

Don't, she said.

And he's asked for backup.

Oh, my God.

You know what that means, don't you?

Let's get moving.

Before he sinks off the merchant navy.

Please believe me, Jim.

I believe you.

I'll stay put, no matter what.

The last

great's going on to the trucks now.

One more load, they're ready to go.

By the way, we found ourselves another storage point.

I hope we enjoyed ourselves.

That a duke will come to the top.

Hi, Jack.

Hey.

Move the trunks.

Where's your partner?

You're looking for me.

Let it go.

Back off.

Densei!

Densei!

You'd better have a bloody good explanation for this.

Densei!

Densei!

Why?

The flood the market will count for currency.

Free cash money to three quarters at a home to the United Kingdom.

Compliment of went and direct marketing, sir.

Create a financial crisis overnight.

Bring down the elected government.

And who's waiting in the week?

You, sir.

And Sir Toby.

I hardly think old Toby's in my class, do you?

You ain't got no class in old life, get it?

I expect you two as a prize to find him here.

Well, you know how it is in this game.

After a while, nothing surprises you.

Right.