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Dempsey.

Yeah?

What time, Joey?

Okay.

Sure, I'll be there.

Hey, ship.

Ready for promotion?

This could be the big one.

Now, where have I heard that before?

You don't believe me, do you?

You stinky yesterday's booze, Joey.

Hey, come on, I'm telling you, this cat turns out fatted up.

Us, too, it's gonna face the press.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Hey.

But I'd like the first time, huh?

Remember?

Nowadays, that's an improvement.

Yeah, thanks.

Why didn't you set this up alone?

We hold it.

We used to work together.

We are together, huh?

Come on.

We'll take the truck from here.

Pick him up.

Nah.

I dropped a bag when I passed him.

Okay.

You said the stash is in a brown paper bag.

I see the bag.

And he's gonna go to the man.

Say something to him.

Hand him the bag.

Then we grab him.

Hope they make a move, or get some dumb fish.

He's maybe not here yet.

What?

Stay cool.

Joey, what the hell's going on?

What's the problem?

What?

You didn't tell nobody else?

No, nobody.

Why?

What?

How boss is driving here?

Culturing.

Culturing.

You kidding?

Man, this must smell good, Joey.

He's going to Culturing.

He's gonna give the bag to Culturing.

Yeah, Culturing must be the man.

Get out of the car!

You should have had me, Joey.

Culturing.

Oh,

Brady, will you listen to me?

Look, I am not going down to that bastard.

Culturing!

Keep your voice down.

Culturing!

Empty your brains falling out.

It's Culturing's word against yours.

Give me 48 hours.

48 hours?

Why not?

Think Eddie.

Wait, let me see the truth.

I've got the name of ice thums.

Do you think you could identify him once you found him?

No sweat.

Look anything like that.

When did they get him?

Yesterday afternoon.

You have to return to my report.

This is big and nasty in there.

Way beyond Culturing.

What the hell?

I'm meant as well go near Culturing right now.

Hold it!

Hold it!

What did I get to lose?

I'm next on the list, right?

If I'm going to go down, I'm going to take Culturing with me.

Because you feel bad about Joe?

Not as bad as if it has shot me.

Now you listen to me, good, Dempsey.

We'll get Culturing.

But the time isn't right.

And when it is, we'll need you.

I'm here.

What am I supposed to do?

Sit on my butt.

Practice swimming with a bullet in my head and cement flippers?

I'm getting out of here.

What?

Stay in the precinct and they'll shoot you.

Post you anywhere in the state and they'll get you.

You know that.

If the corruption is that big, we can't hide you inside the force.

Get it?

Oh, Grady.

You laying me off.

You laying me off?

Huh?

After all these years, I haven't even got a full pension yet.

What am I supposed to do, huh?

Get it done!

That's all I can do.

We found an itch for you, Dempsey, in London.

England.

England.

England.

Three thousand miles from New York, that's all.

You ever been to England?

No.

Oh, you like it.

My wife and I went there last year.

We liked it.

What kind of niche?

It was an exchange deal with English police.

A few guys a year.

They get some of ours.

We get some of theirs.

And Bologna's swung it so that they get you.

You'll be attached to a new outfit they started there.

Oh, it's all undercover, but undercover.

They're not on computers files, nothing.

And the Brits can get away with that, unlike us.

You've been doing the same type of work as you've been doing around here.

Except nobody there is going to know who you are.

And nobody here is going to find out.

Pardon me, too.

No one.

Can you get a pastrami sandwich in England?

If you can't, I'll mail you one.

Unri.

Don't forget the pickle.

I'll check on it personally.

This London.

It's like L.A.

You need a card everywhere.

Well, you still got your department card.

Rent one at the airport till you find out.

Got an escort, you know.

Forget about it.

If there's a reception committee waiting for me in London.

Nobody knows you're going over there.

If there is, I'm telling you.

I'll have them.

And I'll be back for you and Bologna.

And Coltrane.

You for it.

I'm saving your skin, Dempsey.

Does that more grating?

I think I'm saving yours.

You think the limey is going to handle him?

I have a large container.

It's a good thing that guy's straight.

Can you imagine if Dempsey was a hood?

There's 10,000 men hours' work when he did a preparing that.

I'm afraid the Attorney General himself concurs.

In the current political climate, the Crown would prefer something more than

a 60-40 chance of conviction before proceeding.

I'm sorry, sir, Lieutenant.

Gah, spikies!

No joy from sea division.

They haven't any chance to spare.

None of the quality you'd insist on.

If less money were being poured away on fancy sirens and plastic riot shields...

However, I do actually have someone for you, who might hear is rather good.

From what branch?

He's not in fact one of us.

He's part of an exchange experiment with New York, please.

Are you offering me a bloody yank?

Hi.

I need a car.

Of course I need a car.

I need a pizza go somewhere.

I'm sorry.

I've been travelling a long time.

You take this car?

Yes, of course, sir.

Great.

Is there a limit on this?

No.

What kind of car would you like?

Well, this is for a friend of mine.

His name's O'Grady.

I want a surprise.

And what's the most expensive car you've got?

No, I've got a feeling chazzle, son.

This just isn't going to be our day.

Hello?

Yeah, you see her now.

Governor?

Who is it?

Smithfield Market, another murder.

Okay, I got it.

That's pretty easy, so I just follow this M4 all the way down.

That's right.

Thank you.

Listen to thanks also for the tip on that apartment.

I'll check that out.

It'd be nice to have a place to park this thing in front of, you know?

Brenda Johnson.

Enjoy, Mr. Dempsey.

I will.

When did it happen?

About three in the morning.

Refrigeration makes it tricky.

There'll be a lot of people about that.

I've set up a mobile incident unit.

We've got one or two to question already.

What's this stuff?

Cavio.

Some more in his pocket.

Just one more goff.

Tourist Blue.

Sam Johnson.

Ah.

Well.

What's this information you have for?

Dempsey.

Lieutenant NYPD.

Reporting for duty.

Where did you get that fancy car you arrived in?

Corrected at the airport.

How long do you intend to keep it?

Till the radio stops paying for it.

When will that be, do you think?

Depends on how guilty he feels about me.

I will never feel that guilty, Lieutenant.

I hope not.

And I don't accept threats from anyone.

How do I?

Least of all.

Yanks.

About nine months ago another port was killed.

We thought it was an accident.

Then we heard some rumors about a stolen lolly load of caviar.

Glory's a truck.

Funny thing was, it was apparently uninsured.

At least nobody came forward to collect.

Check it on insurance companies.

In London, yes.

If it had been covered abroad, Lloyd's would have probably have heard of it.

Do you know the retail value of a lolly load of caviar?

More of my perdame.

A 40-ton load would be 16 million quid.

What's a quid?

Pound.

Right.

And the truck just didn't show up.

No, no, we heard of.

If it ever really existed.

That much caviar, that'd take an oil tanker full of champagne to wash down.

Is it that much of that stuff around?

Good question.

It could have been stockpiled or smuggled out of Iran after the revolution.

And the dead guy.

He must have known something about this, eh?

Up until yesterday evening, definitely not.

How come?

That's the last time he contacted me.

He was undercover.

One of my best men.

Sorry to hear that.

What matters now is, when they tortured him, did they find out he was a cop.

In New York, bros don't kill cops.

Not if they can help them.

Same here.

But I can't take the risk.

I've got another detective working undercover on the same case.

Sergeant, make peace.

Who will now have to be brought in from the cold.

Makes sense.

Come to think of it.

I'll put you two together.

But since you've walked into the middle of this, so to speak.

That.

Sergeant, make peace would be good detective to show you around.

Suppose we don't get along.

Oh, well.

I think you've got it all.

Shut up.

Do us a favor.

They love the wife, Trim, and you know it.

I mean, no.

Look, you've got a bigger hole in your stock.

And there'll be a bigger one in your rent if you don't get out and be bleeding away.

Four light ails.

A snowball.

A screwdriver.

And six bags of crisp.

Mmm.

Sakes no june.

Leave or fill.

We've got the right smart part if you're to come to the nightclub.

No thanks.

Yeah.

That don't buy you nothing.

57 Grover Square in the West End.

I love it.

Yeah, I've got an husband there, wouldn't it?

Bring him two.

Mentioned my name.

If you've got a man in here, let me find.

Is he in a corner?

Not exactly.

What do you not want?

Lager.

What about you?

Scotts and rocks.

Putting their bleeding rocks here, mate.

You'll have to make do with a lump of ice.

Listen, I know they put a man called Harry Mack.

You know who that is?

What if I do?

I want to speak to him urgently.

Who's the animal yet?

I mean, he's governor.

You're old, Bill.

I can spot you and Marlow.

If you see him, tell him I'll be at the warehouse all the afternoon.

If I remember.

Hey.

Maybe it's up to your members who have.

Top.

Have you done a white perusal?

I would say that your man is not here.

You just spoke to him.

I

want to watch Captain on that embassy day and night.

Oh, by the way.

Any profit you make selling your honorable carnations comes back to me.

Okay?

Harry, Lieutenant Dempsey, the New York Police Department.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

Sergeant, make peace.

Who's the major?

No, again.

You heard about Willis?

Yeah.

He was all over the bar.

Anything helpful?

Well, if you'd let me stay there... Your cover may have been blown.

How?

He was tortured.

I had to get you out.

Can you stop treating me with kid gloves?

Every time something gets a bit...

Lieutenant Dempsey has been succumbed to work with us for a while.

He knows something about his investigation, so I want you to work together on it.

You can also show him how we operate.

We might even learn something from his methods.

In New York, they think he's hot stuff.

Who knows?

You might even make a team.

Price is the fun that Willis was working for.

They didn't know he was undercover and presumably still don't.

Two brothers, Dan and Tom Price.

That's Dan.

Coming out of the nugget club, where you were earlier.

Who is this guy?

Phil Paris.

With all the regulars of the club, he's the one that doesn't check out.

Does he work at the market?

He seems to know all the ones that do.

There's something about him that I've never been able to place.

He would have sworn he'd have a criminal record.

He was at the club today before he arrived.

Only enough he invited me to a party tonight.

It seemed quite incongruous.

Yeah?

Grown in a square.

Maybe you're a girl?

Can't know.

Why is that?

Told him I was married.

Did I put him off?

Not at all.

Tell me to bring my husband, too.

Okay.

Is he ever seen your husband?

No.

Well, how about if I'm your husband for the evening?

How's that hit you, Sergeant?

We hardly know each other.

Yeah, but what a great way to find out.

Give me your address.

I'll pick up Ronnie.

You didn't have to go to that kind of bother.

Hey, no trouble.

You want him?

Very classy.

Very classy.

I don't know about the glasses, though.

Okay.

If you're ready, let's go.

We'll take my coffee and look a little better, huh?

What's the minute?

What for?

We have to rise our cover.

Listen, bio-guidures I've worked on.

What do you want to leave?

I'm doing it.

Doing what?

The cover.

Sam Johnson.

Sam who?

Your husband.

Sam the man.

You know you married a jerk, huh?

Tell you something else, though.

What?

Well, either you come on like that waitress you was playing.

We'll get back in your designer jeans because in that outfit, talking like you

are, I find it real hard to put those two together.

Look, lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

Somehow, I don't think this is going to work.

Why is that?

I mean, how can we carry this off if we don't even like each other?

Well, who says we have to like each other?

Lots of married couples hate each other's guts.

We could be one at M.

What do you say, Sharon?

Baby?

How come in and take our picture?

We're not important enough.

Sharon?

Hello, Phil.

Oh, and they didn't recognize you.

What's the husband you were telling me about?

Yeah, sir.

Still Paris.

Come to the nugget.

Either fella the horse lost to the party.

Oh, yeah.

Sam Johnson pleased to meet you.

And the American?

He's fast on a pick up, huh?

Don't mind him.

He's a bit jet-lined.

Ah, just blown in.

Yeah, New York on a red hat.

All the businesses, man.

Yeah.

And I see the doll here.

Well, here's your business, Mr. Johnson.

Buying and selling, making deals.

What's yours?

The very same.

Well, how about that?

Don't know.

What's your first name?

Philip.

You know it's part of the S.

Phil.

Blow called Moshe.

I'd like to meet him, say thanks.

I'd like to meet you, too.

Anyone in the same line of work.

Excuse me, I'll just go and try to find you.

It's a lovely dress, though.

Thanks.

Lovely dress, love.

You're right.

There isn't funny about that guy.

Question is, is there something funny about us?

Thought I'd just saw Big Danny Price over there.

I had a killer.

Yeah, that's him.

Now, what would someone like that to be doing at a party like this?

I'd like to buy one.

Look at how it was that about?

Maybe we look glamorous.

That's the same guy I was on the door.

We weren't important enough before.

I think Algond powered is something.

Let's split up for one.

Sam?

Sam?

Hey, this is what I was telling you about buying and selling.

Sam Johnson?

Nice party, eh?

Thank you.

Imports and exports?

Yeah, they're all in and out, right?

Maybe, maybe.

Tell me what kind of stuff, Mr. Johnson?

Anything with the profit, I reckon?

Name it again.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen?

An interesting guy.

Oh, yeah, nice job for plenty of energy.

Yeah, you can say that again.

You know, I don't think Buddy Boy shows us who happy that I'm here tonight.

Oh, he's trying not to occur to my little cockney princess.

No.

Yeah, she ain't going to catch it though.

Cause now that I'm back, I can keep her on the champagne and caviar, she likes.

Bye to bye.

Wouldn't be interested in buying a load of cheap caviar, would you?

Hello, I'm at a toast.

A toast.

A toast.

To my beautiful wife, Sharon.

This is to us.

Sam and Sharon.

Hey, they didn't even spend the night together.

They just got on the plane.

Now, when you once...

You're drunk.

You're beautiful.

Tell me.

Mr. Johnson.

When do you stay when you're here?

I mean, you rent a flat in London or what?

Hey, that's supposed to be a secret.

Oh, it's a surprise.

Baby, it's up to you.

If you don't mind, I'll tell him from all his beauty.

Come on, tell us.

Come on, tell us.

All right, all right.

I rented the honeymoon suite at the park lane.

What's your want to know to say a thing?

She don't love me no more.

I'm sure she jobs.

No, it's true.

It's true.

I mean, since I got off the plane, after all this time.

She hasn't even...

Sheh.

Come on.

Baby, give me a kiss.

Huh?

Come on.

Oh, honey.

Baby.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

You see?

You see?

Sheryl!

Hey, Sheryl!

Hey, baby!

So she worked as a waitress.

I never let her go topless.

You?

I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I'm going to have to put this in my report.

Put what?

You're drunk.

You want a bad sergeant?

Come on.

Hey, two glances of champagne all night.

But I'll take it as a lot of plants when

they may have a hangover this in the morning.

I don't believe you.

And why don't you bust me, taking back to the

police station with me, a breathalyzing test.

Let's be blown more than that, down into... Why?

Well, if you look in your mirror, you will see a car behind us with two men in it.

They've been there since we left the party.

XLP790S.

Right?

Pity.

Where in my car, otherwise, we could have called the computer.

We've got a fix on it.

What do we do now?

What else?

The park lane hotel?

That's another thing I want to say.

Well, I'll tell you about that story.

Nobody else knows about that, but the people around that pool, right?

Nice.

So you lose that car.

Anybody shows up?

We'll know for sure.

Mm-hmm.

You can have the bed.

I'll have a cut.

Good night, Mr. Johnson.

If you need any help, just call me.

I will, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

You can say that I can't you, Sergeant.

You just put your lips together, and you go, ooh.

Hey, buddy!

Take out!

Up to that bus!

I wanted to take him alive.

Thanks, anyway.

Sergeant.

Look at you up.

Honeymore and engine hail of bullets.

All right.

Unidentified killer, gunned down by off-duty police officers.

Well, it might be a respect to that one.

But I don't want the pair of you to travel to your heads about what is going to

happen when the hotel group discovered a hoax and trace the leak back to us.

That's something I'll have to deal with.

But would you please just explain to me... The Johnsons.

The tragic and ill-starred lovers.

What the bloody hell were they meant to be?

They were, they were lures.

Lures?

Yeah, lures.

The guy that ordered the guy to finito the Johnsons thought that the Johnsons knew

something, that the guys that ordered the guy to

finito the Johnsons didn't think they ought to know.

But the Johnsons didn't know anything.

Of course they didn't.

We were the Johnsons.

I know you were the Johnsons.

My God, I bloody know it.

So, what's the problem?

Let me just ask you one question.

As you were the Johnsons, you must surely be the best informed on the subject.

What was it?

That the guys thought that the Johnsons knew exactly.

Tell them, Sergeant.

The Johnsons were pretending that they knew something about the caviar?

Knew.

What?

Just something?

Nobody knows.

They got shut.

Without even waiting.

To find out what it was that the Johnsons knew.

Just hinting about was enough.

Same as probably happened to Wilson.

Willis.

Except he may have found the caviar.

But the Johnsons never knew anything in fact.

They may have, but you never knew.

Me?

Yes, you, the pet of you.

You don't know nothing.

Do it, Sergeant.

Then may I please just make one tiny suggestion.

Without wishing to interfere in any way with how you go about things.

Sure, go ahead.

But...

Instead of pretending to know where it is, why don't you

just maybe go out and start looking for the caviar instead?

You know something.

That's a good idea.

Is that what you've been getting at?

Trying to left in it.

Okay.

Sergeant, let's go.

Morning to company house.

There's no Moser & Co.

No Moser anything.

So I suppose it's time to get old-fashioned legwork.

Hello.

There's Harriet.

Want a surprise?

Hello, Phil Pot.

This is my friend, Mr. Dempsey.

How do you do, sir?

The pleasure's mine, Phil Pot.

He's an American.

Oh.

Phil Pot.

I'd like to send Uncle Fred.

You know Winfield.

Some caviar for his birthday.

Half bound of blue go to go in my account.

Very good, your leadership.

But there's just one other thing, Phil Pot.

I'd like some information.

Oh, yes.

About caviar wholesalers.

Indeed.

Is it connected with your other activities?

It's all right, Phil Pot.

He knows about me.

Oh, good.

Tell me, have you ever heard of a man called Moser in all your years in the business?

Moser, Abe Moser, Cuban.

Abe Moser, are you sure to say?

Yeah.

Caviar.

Yes.

Oh, then he would have to be the son of Maurice Moser.

Maurice Moser.

Mr. Caviar, Mr. Monty.

Really?

I didn't know he had a son, though.

Well, we used to deal with Maurice before he died.

How long was that?

Over 50 years.

Then the brother took over.

Graham Moser.

Then the name of the firm was changed.

To what?

The Star Trading Company.

Well, I don't seem to see it.

See what?

40 tons of caviar.

Why don't you start there, and I'll start here.

200 tons of olive oil.

Greece to West Germany.

50 government surplus marine engines.

Do they live here?

Probably for generators.

Hmm, versatile, isn't he?

300 sides of Scotch B from Price Brothers to Hamburg.

More beef from the Price Brothers.

Here we are.

Caviar.

Checked export.

50 kilos of caviar.

Botted for 5,000 pairs of jeans.

What's the date on that?

April.

That must be the stuff they offered Phil pot.

Sold it all to the Dorchester Hotel, a whole lot.

Let me see that beef stuff.

This hauling company.

We want the logo.

Trag International.

Think I've heard of them.

Prices use the same company as Moser.

So?

So Price hires Trag Truck, so does Moser.

I got it.

What?

The caviar is in a beef.

Bliftenant.

Come on!

Wilson works with the prices.

He got his hands on some caviar.

Somewhere.

They killed him for it.

They dumped his body in some other part of the market.

Nobody searched the prices storeroom.

Because...

Because we assumed they were his cover.

The prices were Moser's party.

The prices and their guy Paris.

With the greatest respect liftenant, there are several flaws in that argument.

Believe me, Sergeant.

Believe this.

Believe the nose, the nose, nose.

I'm telling you.

I've got one too.

Well, don't it tell you nothing?

It all hangs together.

Yesterday morning, Wilson, Willis found the caviar in the beef in the prices storeroom.

And it's still there.

And if it ain't, it's because the Trag shipped it out already.

Trag International in it too.

Why not?

What do you propose to do then?

I propose, I ain't proposing nothing.

What I'm saying is that we go stake out the prices right now.

And the next shipment of beef, that the Trags

move out, we follow it wherever it goes.

That's what you're saying, is it?

Yeah, you want me to make it an order?

You order me?

You damn right.

I'm a lieutenant, and you are just a sergeant.

We don't have lieutenants.

You've got one now.

Well, I'm not taking orders from him.

Listen, Dave.

Don't you bathe me.

I'm sorry.

I would just like to say that I think it's a hand-brained idea.

No sweat.

I'll do it without you.

I didn't say that.

What do you say, Sergeant?

It's crazy.

Let's do it.

Look at this.

What?

Hey, hey, hey.

Look at this.

Let me see.

They're loading the beef from our truck into one of the ones that rolled in.

No, they're not.

They're loading it into both the new trucks.

Let me see.

What the hell?

I don't know.

Do you really think it means anything?

It means it's splitting up the caviar.

Lieutenant, you are now convinced that it is two loads of caviar.

It ain't any stupider than one load of caviar.

It's the same hunch.

We're following a hunch.

They split the load into.

That ain't two hunches.

Am I right or am I right?

Relax, you're right.

Thanks a lot.

All right, you get ahead of the trucks.

Then pull the car across the road like you got some kind of problem.

And then I'll be along shortly.

I promise you stop.

What

the hell do you think you're doing?

You can't do that.

I don't think you understand.

I'm a police officer.

What's trouble, boys?

Hold on.

I'm a police officer.

Easy.

I'm a police officer.

Police business, I need you, babe.

Come on!

Get the funny place to camp.

There they are.

We've got them.

All right, come on.

Take it off.

We've got it.

Yeah.

All right, now hold that pedal for the floor.

Let's go.

Just get me as close to that truck as you can.

25 to control.

Mayday, repeat, mayday.

What the hell is that?

It ain't caviar.

Put

your hands above your heads and walk slowly this way.

Do not run, or we will shift.

The missile warhead shipment was legitimate.

It had full for an office approval and a home office license.

The arms were arranged through a well-known arms dealer who had full clearance.

His end-user certificates were totally in order and had been double-checked by the

receiving military attaché at the other end.

Trag International are a 100% old, established, holier company.

With long-standing relationships with royal

ordnance factories and other weapons manufacturers.

Moser is a highly respected middleman for armed shipments which need cover during

politically uncertain periods with secret ally

governments or approved resistance movements.

The five men you killed left tenant were.

Special branch officers called out by the MI5 department which watches over

sensitive military shipments in and out of the country.

If the shipment was kosher, how come it was hidden in beef?

For protection against subversives which you were considered to be.

Damnit, damnit, did you have to kill five men?

Couldn't you have killed one and wounded the others?

Oh, he's suspended now sir, or what?

Of course your bloody suspended.

The whole damn department is probably suspended.

Special branch has got a scream for blood.

MI5 will want to scapegoat.

But where do you think a bloody axe will fall?

I got a familiar feeling coming over me.

I'm afraid it's a little worse for you Lieutenant.

Given your problematical situation in New York, the

foreign office will strongly recommend your deportation.

And back to the USA.

What's that about you having a problem in New York?

Mm, Dempsey?

Nothing.

Come on, we're in this together.

Got a little heat on me in New York.

It's nothing I can't handle.

Seems to have been a bit warm for you here too.

Yeah, I'm running a regular temperature.

I think it's big city fever.

I read about it once.

Did

we have to go chasing your stupid bloody hunch?

My hunch was solid.

It was crazy!

It found those missiles.

They had nothing to do with anything.

They connected.

It was coincidence.

Everything's connected.

How?

Don't tap your nose at me again.

I've had it.

No more hunches.

It's my hunch.

And they'll finish me for it.

They'll ship me to New York.

But you try one more taste of that caviar.

They'll bump you off and you better believe it.

Why do you think Wilson Willis was bumped off of finding some caviar?

And who was the hitman in the hotel who incidentally

no MI5 department is claiming to have lost?

And who was the skill in the prison talking to your boy spikings?

I saw him at Moses' party.

So what?

If the missile shipment was legit, why would they bother to bump us off?

I'll tell you why, because we were on to or close to something really heavy.

It isn't for the possible reason.

It's big and it stinks.

And all we got to go on is caviar.

It's my hunch.

But it's your butt too.

I'm out of ideas.

It's your country.

You think of something.

Hello, Abbot.

Hello, Miss Harriet.

I'll tell Lord Winfield to arrive.

Miss Harriet, sir.

Hello, Daddy.

Harry, my darling.

Ready.

Mm-hmm.

Sure.

Anything, sir.

You remember we agreed that you would never ask about my activities.

And I would never ask about yours.

Well, I'm asking you now, even though it goes against the grain, to help me.

And what is it you want?

Information?

What, precisely?

My partner and I were told there's a department of the Secret Service,

which recently arrested two presumed Israeli agents, suspected of attempted

sabotage of missile shipments to a Middle Eastern country.

That is a statement.

What do you wish to know?

Simply.

If this particular department exists.

Not good news, I'm afraid.

The department does exist.

And incidentally, the two suspected spies were captured alive.

We know that.

I rather thought you might.

The only light-hearted thing about the whole matter is, the department in

question, you know, it does have authority and status.

Come on, Freddie, get to the point.

There's no big secret now, since he's retiring shortly.

My dear, the head of this whole department happens

to be none other than old Commander Duffield.

Uncle Daffy, what do you want peculiar?

Well, yes, exactly.

Well, they couldn't just abandon him after all he's

done, so they virtually created this department for him.

Responsibility for occasional inspection of the various shipments, which are really

none of our business anyway, that we know about from

our surveillance of the factories that made them.

Hardly even in a department, really.

Just don't duffy in some young fellow from the Foreign Office to leaky stamps.

What?

About?

Almost forgot to thank you for the old Sturgeon Road.

The caviar, you got it.

Yes, arrived this morning, dashed generous of him.

But it's a bit of a waste, really.

I've been having rather a lot of it in recent months.

In fact, passed to me by Daffy.

He hit on a cheap supplier, apparently, and snapped up a whole stack of him.

Thank you, Daddy.

Thank you.

How's it time?

Don't be ridiculous.

Uncle Daffy!

Good gracious, how is it you?

I mean, I mean, I mean...

I'm just passing by and I thought I'd drop these in for you.

Well, that's damn sporting of Girl Girl.

I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean...

You still look just like your mother used to.

Nothing.

Where's... Mark.

Mark, old fella?

Mark, where the doors are you?

I thought the hectic here at the moment got rather a lot on secret, of course.

Can't anybody do it.

Follow me.

It's lovely to see you, my dear.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Ah!

Mark, my dear fella.

One of the advantages of age is that you get good little niches like Harriet here.

Dropping in out of the blue.

In, just look what she brought, eh?

Yes.

How'd you do?

Hello.

Mark, what's up?

I'm feeling a little bit pooped.

I was wondering if you mind handling the inspection on your own.

Not at all.

I'll go and chase them up.

Excuse me.

Uncle Duffy, you feeling all right?

Oh, yes, my dear.

Just been rather a long day, that's all.

Now, if you don't object, I think I shall retire.

Off you go.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, and, er, thank you.

For the bird.

Station 559, Special Assistance Request.

Right away.

I see you.

I see you.

Go!

Roll the guard.

Oh, we'll be fine.

Oh, we'll be fine.

Check the explosives.

Well, let me see.

I think I'll give you...

ten minutes.

That should give you all the time you need to

say whatever it is you have to say to each other.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Sergeant.

Well, babe, we found the carrier.

That's true.

I'm sorry.

Tell him why.

How much time have we got?

Eight minutes?

I think I'll go down and finish them off.

I'm taking off in five!

A little more of the left.

To the right, surely.

It meant your left, Sergeant.

And I meant your right.

Okay.

Let's start over again.

Ready.

Start high.

Or... Slide it down so I can feel it.

Wait!

Not yet.

Not yet.

Maybe we're doing this the one way round.

Huh?

Maybe you should be doing this to me.

Sergeant, this is no time for old, will you?

Oh,

get out of here!

There's your mole.

alias Mark Savory, MBE.

It was well as inspecting missiles leaving the country.

Also arranged to have them out.

So that the Russians could control the fuses of whichever warhead they chose

simply by tweaking a gadget amount of space.

It was worth the fortune to the Russians.

But the only way they could pay for it was with caviar.

You figure out the rest.

I don't

remember the last time I slept.

I gotta lay down soon.

I guess I could check into a hotel tonight, huh?

Stalling for an apartment in the morning?

Blender's always that honeymoon suite if it's still available.

Oh, yes, Dempsey.

I've been meaning to ask you about that.

Go ahead.

Well, how come you were already booked a suite

when you told me it was a spur of the moment idea?

Oh, it was a spur.

It was just a different spur.

Based on the advice of my father.

Oh, yes.

Yeah.

Here we said, whenever you check into a new city, always preserve the honeymoon suite.

Even when you travel alone?

Well, like my father said, you never know when you might get lucky.