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The Miltman's a new bloke.

He'll want pain.

We'll do it.

Morning love.

That's two yogurts and two pints, right?

That's four power sixty-four, please.

You and you.

That's Brian.

Oh, he's on vacation.

Dempsey!

Wrong yogurt?

Wrong word.

We don't go on vacation.

We go on holiday.

Right.

Pins out!

Put him away and... who we all go!

Are you gonna go holding that?

Anywhere I want.

Because you're coming with me.

No way.

I'll please help us out.

Where's the pin?

Where's the pin?

Throw it away!

I never had a partner.

I could ask this before.

You got a bobby pin.

This is stuff.

This is heavy stuff.

This is not your Saturday night special.

Hi, Doc.

What do you think?

I mean, this group is definitely anti-social, right?

Not necessarily.

Not necessarily.

Where does a gang like this get this kind of stuff?

Male order.

Very good.

Stolen from an army convoy.

Army convoy.

Oh, it's October.

In broad daylight.

By a very professional gang.

So I'll come in my five domes to crack at those

guys instead of this Mickey Mouse Liberation Group.

The MI5 request was to take out this terrorist cell.

And that's all.

Wouldn't it be a rather nice feather in your cap cell

if we could deliver the suppliers of these weapons?

Yeah, maybe a whole bunch of feathers, Chief.

Maybe we could make some discreet inquiries.

Start looking.

Right.

So where we start?

Local papers under ads like how to increase your firepower?

Well, no doubt.

That's how it's done in America.

Oh, yeah.

We call it free enterprise.

I'll say you mail 50 million bucks, you know, to an address in New Jersey.

Name million back to USS Saratoga.

Only cops still don't do the feds laundry.

Oh, sorry, Doc.

You know, I've always been meaning to ask.

I mean, wouldn't it be better if you stretched brains instead of shrinking them?

Why do you provoke him?

Well, me.

I don't know, guys, I can't get on my nerves.

Right, they're my load up.

And away.

Transfer.

Drop the van there.

And I can tap a play school.

Any problems?

Who's this love for, Jimmy?

That's my department.

You do the job.

You get paid.

Just ask him that.

You know, there was a time.

And dinosaurs ruled the earth.

You know what, they're men, don't ya?

Curiosity.

You're like guns, Andy.

You're just into grenades.

Whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes.

It's a kill, little old ladies and shopping centers.

Kids in playgrounds.

If they get in the way, yeah.

And it's not your fault.

That's right.

You know something, make peace, I was wrong.

This ain't no Mickey Mouse outfit.

The sooner you people learn.

Nah.

I owe Mickey an apology.

We are definitely dealing with rats here.

Harder to trap.

Not real tough.

You know what, ain't every coming sewer rat that would blow itself away.

To protect the source of the cheese.

Nah, this is gonna take a real bad pussy cat.

You know what these are?

Some paucetries, rat poets.

Pick one.

Pick one!

Why?

They ain't no day real.

We're gonna play your favorite game.

Shipper, right?

Wanna pick another?

No chance.

Me first?

Not funny, Dempsey.

Tell him that.

It's a double act, is it?

The old soft hard.

No act, this is for real.

This separates the rodents from the men.

Hey, what was the name of that movie?

Oh, come on, it was one of my favorites.

Ron's chaining in that.

Burgess Meredith, wasn't it?

Wait, please, just make me cry.

You're insane!

Don't go him!

Stop this, Dempsey!

You wouldn't have to do it!

Who's Spider-Mandy?

You bleeding learner ticket or something?

I don't know, you'd have to have a psychiatrist.

About a duck!

Dempsey, have you gone completely crazy?

This rat's school.

This man has rights.

What is that now, right?

This is vermin.

Vermin has no rights.

You're gonna blow your career.

I don't care.

You can't do this!

What's me?

Dempsey, I'm warning you!

Okay, chicken rat.

Jay!

Did you mean who?

Sir, I don't know!

Where is he?

What do I find him?

You don't!

Follow all these foreign forms of men you let you know when it's ready.

Who's his fella?

Billy Lucas.

You've found him at the football stage.

You won't withdraw.

That's all I know.

You can't even leave the stuff in a van.

Put it down, Dempsey.

You guys are going to know me better.

Come on, let's get this loaded.

Take it easy.

Don't separate those cookies together!

Come on then!

Bloody is Hitler.

Move over there!

Joy!

Take it over here!

Right!

That's everything.

No way I'd eat when I left all the shops.

Did you?

Then you better still have it.

And you.

You laughing at King Kong?

Nothing.

Nothing what?

Say Sergeant to the nice Sergeant.

Nothing, Sergeant.

Right.

Let's start with you, shall we?

Name, rank, number.

Foilable 7197 Montgomery BL Field Marshal.

Sergeant.

You think it's funny, do you?

You're both on a charge.

Hey, book!

This dude.

Turn the load up.

You're alive, Mr. Edwards.

You've met a mess of things, man.

Yeah?

A bloody mess.

Sorry.

Why did you shoot those soldiers?

I couldn't get out of it.

Why did you shoot them?

I had to.

You said.

I had to protect my cover, like you said.

Must have been mad.

Which one shot you?

Big fella.

Six foot five four.

About 16 stone.

220 pounds.

Yeah.

The Geordie.

He's the only one.

Geordie.

From the North, Newcastle.

Five foot eleven.

Twelve stone.

X regular.

Ran the show.

How'd you know he's a vet?

Didn't like the Army.

You can tell?

You can tell.

Tough character, Sergeant.

Your Royal Army breed him that way.

Root it.

She's not royal.

Maybe he's a royal.

Yeah.

Got a royal hat for us?

Mm-hmm.

Royal Marines.

Royal Marines.

What's the matter?

If we don't like the Army.

The Majesty happens to be in Commander-in-Chief.

He saw about something.

Oh, I know.

It was that, wasn't it?

They got you, didn't it?

You're the guy who taught me that Capoma bowling boy.

Look, this may come as a shock to you, but I'm really not interested.

Look, I wouldn't have told you, but this way, it looked like you cared, you know?

Just to get it.

What's the matter with you?

You.

You're the matter.

Basically, I don't think I can work with you anymore.

Oh, yeah?

You're too trigger-happy.

Trigger-happy?

Me, huh?

Oh, that's a laugh.

Sound you hear?

Is nobody laughing?

It got him, didn't it?

It worked.

Control to Charlie Five.

Look, if you look at the sensitivity, go partner a ballet dancer.

Control to Charlie Five, come in, Charlie Five.

Charlie Five?

Stand by Charlie Five.

Spikings.

I've had a word with our clog and dagger friends.

Seems they want to work in with you on the arms deal.

Not a yes.

Certainly, sir.

Your liaison officer will be Keith Edwards.

Dempsey, you will be both cooperative and polite.

Roger, sir.

Would you please tell Lieutenant Dempsey to make his own way there?

I thought he was with you.

I'm right here, Chief.

You could tell Sergeant make peace.

I wouldn't ride with her if she was naked on a

holly Davis and would have rose in her teeth.

What the hell is going on there?

Tell Lieutenant Dempsey he should be so lucky, over and out.

You know, sometimes I think we're too hard on a horse.

I have a reputation as a bit of a maverick in the intelligence service.

That's not exactly a problem for me.

Harriet?

Depends what you mean by a maverick.

Somebody don't run with the herd.

No pedigree.

Don't play by the rules.

Well, unorthodox.

Sounds like we're the same kind of guy.

We're tolerated.

But the same reason we get results.

Oh, the intelligence service is a good deal more egalitarian than it was.

But the old school tie boys still run it, you know.

You have to play the game that way if you want to get on.

Especially if you went to grammar school and your daddy was a waiter.

Well, you bring home to vacant, right?

And what do I do?

Make the tea?

Chief Superintendent Spikings was very complimentary about you too, Harriet.

Now, this latest raid, any thoughts on where we might start?

We think they're vets.

They know the routine, where the shipments are going.

They still to order know exactly what to take.

We have some information on one of them.

Do you meet a jury?

No, big one.

His name is Ben Davis.

Leg breaker.

Ex wrestler.

Known as Big Ben.

Well, then he should be too hard to find.

I'd take him seriously, Jim.

According to CRO, he's done a lot of time for the violent stuff.

Small brain, but a frightening amount of muscle.

It's quite honorable.

Aggressive, ruthless, unpredictable.

Extremely violent.

And he likes guns.

What do you got on Ben Davis?

Convictions for GBH, ABH, Robbery, malicious wounding, and firearms offenses.

Real sweetheart.

I'm not happy.

I don't like Edwards.

I don't like Edwards either.

I thought you came from the same side of the tracks.

What are you kidding?

That guy ain't never seen a subway.

He was schmoozing me.

Seems like the home office want you back, Dr. Swan.

What have you bought tests to do?

I haven't seen Peters or Galloway.

Sick leave.

Rest of us sane and fit for the job I'm in.

Most of your officers seem to cope well enough.

That shrink gets in my nerves.

What you doing hanging around here anyway?

Those arms raid started six months ago.

Yeah, well, maybe it took six months to figure I needed help.

Only one I have serious reservations about.

One I feel exhibits an unacceptable level of ruthlessness.

What are they saying in there anyway?

Why us?

Why not the branch?

We're better.

There's more.

There's got to be more.

He's been chasing them for six months.

What's he got to show for it?

A few subversives.

Always the customers, never the suppliers.

I gave him a spin, Davis.

One name in six months.

Do you remember what the sergeant said?

He said Jimmy gave the orders.

Jimmy was the leader, but your maverick friend didn't give us Jimmy.

He gave us brainless Ben.

You want to go to a football match?

Billy Lucas.

He will be all end up like a good one.

Maybe he's dead.

It is not out.

You showed him.

And there's no stuff with us now.

Right, Jimmy?

Right.

That'll be real scared.

When's the next job?

Billy Lucas is already on for something.

Good.

I'm Billy Lucas.

You were asking for me.

I'm Carter.

This is the money.

We do business here.

Depends on the business.

Some businesses only do on personal recommendation.

You know what I mean?

Well, Andy recommends you.

Only my client is a very suspicious nature.

So do I, sunshine?

I don't know any, Andy.

Caution can be carried to extremes, Mr. Lucas.

What line are you in?

Hardware.

Well, Quill barris and that.

No wheelbarrows.

Do you know?

Hey, stop wasting my time.

You told me you could fix this no problem.

This man isn't idiot.

Take it easy.

No deal, it's off.

We're going.

Hey.

You can go waste somebody else's time.

Don't be so hasty.

No, just wait a minute.

This Andy, you see a wee geezer with ginger and hair.

Tall geezer, dark hair, let's go.

Hey.

Andy said you'd take us to Jimmy.

No.

No, I can't do that.

But I can't take your order.

Good.

Well, we offer a complete range of domestic in-service goods.

As you well know.

All the leading brands.

You pay half an advance and half an delivery.

And what can I interest you in?

We have a very large order, Mr. Lucas, if you can supply it.

What do you want?

SLRs?

SMGs?

GPMGs?

Mortars?

Grenades?

Claymores?

Sidewinders?

You name it.

We can supply it.

For our particular purpose, details of which you have no need to know.

We require one current model, fully armed, fueled and operational tank.

Tank?

I told you.

We can only afford one.

He ordered what?

You know Dempsey.

He thinks big.

Says it's easy to keep tabs on.

Can I go now, sir?

Yes.

No.

Wait a minute.

How are things between you and Dempsey?

In what way, sir?

Is he easy to work with?

There's a partner.

No worse than usual?

No problems then.

Nothing I can't handle.

You would tell me if there were, wouldn't you?

The problems, I mean.

If things started to get out of hand.

If he showed signs of...

the excess.

You mean like ordering a tank?

Oh, that's just extravagance.

No, I mean...

an unacceptable level of...

zealousness.

I think you know what I mean, Sergeant.

I know it's difficult to judge with Dempsey, but

there is a line even for Yankee police officers.

I want to know in your judgment, if he crosses it.

Yes.

Meaning?

I'll let you know if he crosses it.

Freeze, Turkey!

I don't want it!

The guy was crazy.

Did you identify yourself, Lieutenant?

It was the damn uniform.

Good work, Jim.

Yeah.

We ran his prints through M.O.D.'s computer.

His name was Jimmy Casper.

He liked sailing, squash, and assaulting officers.

Spent seven years in Army prisons.

Disarmable discharge, April 1983.

Well, I don't suppose you lose any sleep over it.

I should have said I was a cop.

Wouldn't have made any difference.

I don't suppose he liked policemen any better.

So, now we only have a big Ben.

We'll get him.

So now, because now he's on his own, he's more dangerous than ever.

I assume you've tried the clubs.

Clubs?

I gather he sometimes works in one of those strip clubs, down near the docks.

As a bouncer.

But I don't know which one.

Well, good to see you both again.

Oh, Harriet.

Could I have a word?

Oh, wait a second.

Sir?

You don't like me, do you?

Does it matter?

Well, I'm used to it.

I think you're being a bit hard on Jim though.

He's used to it.

Jim, I had some advice.

A man like Jim relies on his instincts, Harriet.

Now, while they're intact, he functions efficiently.

But once he's made to question, once he's made to

doubt them, you damage him more than you could know.

You damage him, and you endanger him.

He's a machine, you see.

A killer.

I think I know Dempsey rather better than you do.

I hope so.

Oh, he's sick.

I saw that!

Come on, Ben.

Give me no trouble.

I don't play with treats.

You better go, mate.

Mrs. Brackers has called a law.

It's my day off.

You're on today.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, you're going to have to bounce me.

Dempsey, make peace.

Hot cat club.

Sounds like your man.

Oh, I hate to miss a good party.

It's all right, Mr. Edwards.

Police can't touch me, because I work for you.

I can't protect you from this, Ben.

You're an informant.

That's all you were.

That's all you ever were.

You're not James Bond.

Nobody licensed you to kill.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I was my out of as much as yours.

We done another job yesterday.

I was going to tell ya.

It's a bit late now.

Yeah.

What happens now, Miss Edwards?

Oh, it gave me self-help.

No, don't do that.

Do you have any place you can go for a while?

Some place you can go till this blows over.

Yeah, me moms.

Yeah.

Good.

You go there, and I'll tell you when it's safe.

Oh.

Did you ever see this man before?

It's the one done, Jimmy.

Sold you, isn't he?

At least.

S-I-10.

A very highly trained and ruthless man.

If he finds you, we won't give you any more chance than he gave Jimmy.

I'm scared of him.

No, I didn't think he would be somehow.

But if you do ever come across him... I remember what I said.

Hello, Ben.

What you doing here?

Come and see your mom.

Look, I got you some stuff.

What you doing here?

Come and see your mom.

Say, oh, no, who you are.

We'll find it.

All right.

Hey, Edwards.

Nice work.

Ding-dong.

He knows where Ben is.

The department of black and warping.

I see his momma's boy came home for tea.

You come under what?

Just you and me?

He said no cavalry.

You don't want to scare a big guy off.

You want to tell me you're going to make a production out of it?

What?

You got theory.

You got theory written all over your face.

Just questions.

Let's hear them.

Question number one, you know already.

How come Edwards always delivers the buyers and never the suppliers?

You answer it.

Okay, simple.

Edwards knows about every raid in advance because he knows who they sound to him.

Because he's got someone inside.

He's running one of them.

Ben.

I mean, he's already told us why.

Edwards admits he's a maverick, results all he cares about.

So he lets Ben and his gang run and they lead him to terrorist organizations.

And he delivers the organizations to his MI5 boss and what?

He's the golden-haired boy.

Alright, let me guess question number two.

Why is Edward leading us to bed?

Not us, you.

Ben's become an embarrassment.

And he wants Ben's bed and he thinks you're a killer.

What do you think?

What do you want?

Are you Mrs. Davis?

You don't live here no more.

I don't know where he is.

Mrs. Davis, we need you help.

You've got a nerve.

We want to help your son.

Fat lot, you care.

Look, we want to help him.

Please help us.

Look, just tell him to come out real quiet.

That's all we want.

You don't need to help him alone.

I'm not bothering her.

Look, I'm not bothering, okay?

Ben?

Mr. Edward sent us.

I don't work for Mr. Edward's.

He, he's inside town.

Leave him alone.

You're right.

You're right.

We're working with Edward's on this one.

You shot Jimmy.

You shot the sergeant.

I enter.

I need to protect my cover.

Mr. Edward wants to see you.

Then why is he here?

He sent us.

Mom?

Put it down, Phil.

Go on.

Put it down.

Tell him to put it down.

Put it down, Mom.

You're not going to get me to get myself up.

Ben, don't do this.

Tell him to stop.

Take him in!

Prove that tree now!

If you follow me, I'll shoot.

Damn, she's up there, girl.

Dempsey, I want you down here now.

Bloody hell.

Chance, get your men away from those cars.

Get away from the cars!

Fall back from the cars!

Did Edward's call you, sir?

Are you accusing Edward of setting this up?

Can you prove it?

Not if they killed Ben, sir.

What do you think?

They'll kill whoever walks through our door.

For himself?

Or both?

Make face!

Superintendent!

Send your men in.

A man's a killer.

I'm the one who gives orders around here.

Ben?

It's Dempsey, I want to talk.

I'm coming in.

I'll blast you!

I know you're not a coward, Ben.

I'm going to throw my gun down.

There it goes.

Oh, I don't trust you.

There's a shrink down there that thinks I'm crazy.

You know where I think about the shrinks?

What?

I think they're nuts.

Hey, nice shooting, kid.

You could have shot me.

When we're outside.

You know how to handle a gun?

You've been in the Army?

They didn't want me.

Jimmy was, though?

Yeah.

You didn't like it.

I would.

Yeah, well, uh... they're quite a collection.

I've been saving.

Jimmy didn't know.

I

told him he's irreverence.

He said that I'd get a badge.

I never did.

Is that real?

Well, I don't know about the gold, but...

it's a real on the ob-wist department detective show.

What does that bit say?

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

What the hell won't you keep it?

I can get another one.

You're in trouble, Ben.

I think it's time to go.

He sent me up there to kill him.

I thought we came from the same side of the truck.

You're finished.

How did you persuade him to come down?

I slapped him around a little.