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Yo.

Huh?

What time is it?

Oh, I am sorry. All right. I'm on my way. I overslept!

Hey! Taxi!

Taxi! Hey! You...

Get down! Get down! Get down!

I'm a police officer, stay down!

Are they through with me?

Nice start to the day.

Yeah, business is picking up, eh?

See anything?

A big close-up of the sidewalk.

How many shots? One big one.

What do we know about the stiff?

Theo Barrett. Aged 38. Married. Two children.

Shall we go and talk to the wife? Or, should I say, the widow?

Yeah. I'd like to wash up and change my shirt first.

Instantaneous, ma'am.

No pain? No. He didn't feel a thing.

You were there?

Right next to him. As close as I am you.

Why? Why was it him? And not you?

That's what we intend to find out.

Thursday was our anniversary.

Theo bought me a negligee.

It was only two sizes too small.

12 years married. Two children.

And he still thinks I'm the same size.

Did he have any enemies?

Nobody who would shoot him. Kill him.

Miss Dempsey, I do not know of anyone. Anyone.

Did he have any phone calls or letters that upset him?

Business problems? Or any problems?

See those?

He picked before he took the girls to playschool.

The bullet we dug out of the wall

and the discharge shell found on the rooftop, both the same.

"7.62mm. Parker-Hale, full-metal case,

"copper-jacketed bullets, soft nose, right twist.

"Weighed about 191.6g."

Telescopic sight.

It might've been.

It's still a hell of a shot. True.

But no messages? No calls? Why the hell should there be?

Dempsey thinks it's a nut.

Oh, you don't think it's some fruitcake? Come on!

Why else would some nice, normal, 38-year-old guy get iced? Nuts.

Dempsey, hang about.

This is not Dallas, this is dull old London, remember?

We don't have many snipers here.

A tower, a queen and some warm beer, but not many snipers.

Nuts. Get on your computer and get pedalling.

Who's this?

Hang on.

Dempsey! What?!

For you. For me?

Yo. Dempsey.

'It should have been you, Dempsey.

'It should have been you with the bullet in the head.'

Ah, could you speak up? You!

'This morning at the bus stop.'

What about it?

'It should have been your head that the bullet went through.'

So, what are you telling me?

'I'm telling you, you're next.'

'You are going to have to die, Dempsey.'

Did I say fruitcake? I underestimated.

You recognise the voice?

Yeah, it was my mother.

Of course not, some kook got my number out of a phone book.

What the hell are you looking at? I never heard that voice before.

A, you're not in the phone book.

B, neither is SI10.

We took the advert out of the Yellow Pages.

Look, just because it's a woman's voice on the phone

doesn't mean she did the shooting.

There could be two of them or more.

Might be.

Or the wife of someone we've put away.

That's worth checking.

Some guy got iced cos of me.

Get a real sick feeling.

Thanks.

I know what you're thinking, Harry.

It's this plate-glass forehead of mine.

You may find this hard to believe,

but I'm actually on good terms with all my ex-girlfriends.

All of them?

Yep. All.

Or if I wasn't, it wouldn't be my head they'd be trying to blow off.

What about the ones that never made it as girlfriends?

Ships in the night?

There's just too many evil germs around these days

for that game any more.

Chances are it's someone you know, isn't it?

There is one.

Nah. Nah. Who? Go on.

Well, there's only one broad I know that can shoot like that

and might have cause.

Yo!

Hello?

What's her name, then?

What?

What's that? Delivered about an hour ago.

By who? The boy from the florists.

I haven't seen such lilies since Mrs Foley died.

Don't want any carpets cleaned, do you?

What? No, er... Thanks, Mr Foley.

Don't forget your groceries. Yeah.

Hello?

Somebody there?

Hello?

Hello, Mr Foley.

Yeah, who's that? Dempsey.

You seen that carpet of mine, Mr Dempsey?

Yeah, it's down here. Damn.

Push your button, I'll send it back up.

Oh, thanks.

Hello?

Hello? 'Harry.'

Dempsey?

Listen, you just try to call me?

No. Must have been one of your other girls.

Oh, you're my only girl, you know that.

Listen, how about a movie tonight?

I've got the decorators coming tomorrow, er...

I'm busy moving everything. Sorry.

'That's OK, I'll see you tomorrow.' Night.

And is a dirty spark plug gonna do that?

That's what I think.

Maybe they've mucked with something else.

Check out the whole thing.

I wanna know if this thing's been messed with.

If anything's been done, I wanna know about it.

Morning. Sleep OK? I never sleep OK.

I'll call you in a little bit.

No man is an island.

Poetry.

Poetry. I don't follow.

That girl's voice on the phone yesterday.

I still don't follow.

Well... a single man... in London...

A long way from home.

Lots of pressure. Lots of temptations.

We're all human. We are. Mm.

We all react in different ways. Do we?

With me it was fish.

Fish? Hm-mm. Trout.

I had a two-piece fibreglass rod.

Whiskey bait.

Great way of working off your frustrations. Hangovers.

Sifting through a problem.

I'll try it sometime. Mm.

I'm still a member,

a paid-up member of the Piscatorial Society,

so, er...

So, if, er...

..there's anything, erm...

If there's anything you want to get off your chest...

..feel free.

It's occurred to me that this could be a contract out of New York.

No, no, no. I cabled New York about your, erm... little problem.

Nothing known at all.

Well, if that's true,

then you can rest assured. Yes.

If I could tie that broad's voice up to anybody that I know,

or have known...

..you'll be the second person to know.

Who'll be the first?

Oh, she will.

Yo! Hey! Come on, cut the fliberts.

One question, was the engine tampered with or not?

"Could have been." "Maybe."

Thanks a lot. You know, you're a real wonder.

All right, all right. Did you do anything with clock?

Gosh. You know somebody that writes.

My aunt. She's coming to town. Never been here before.

She wants me to have dinner with her.

Going to love you to death, isn't she?

It's a bit spartan, isn't it?

It looks as if you're only passing through.

Yeah, well, hopefully I am.

You ever read F Scott Fitzgerald? Yes.

Well, as Zelda Fitzgerald used to say,

she was never happy in a room that didn't have an open suitcase in it.

She went nutty. It says something about you.

I didn't realise you had all this equipment.

Coffee?

Going to a funeral? Could be my own.

And they're from?

What do you think? Traceable?

Ordered by phone.

Money delivered by taxi. Sugar? No, thanks.

Nothing on the gun, either.

Oh, your crisps aren't crisp.

My crisps are chips.

Ta. A woman in love.

Or who thinks she's in love.

You know they say, hell hath no fury.

Yeah, but I didn't scorn nobody. Knowingly.

How did she get that photo?

You tell me. She took it.

Well, how did she take it? Without you realising.

Telephoto lens.

Jilted girlfriend, ex-lover... No, no.

You don't believe it, because you don't want to believe it.

I don't believe it cos it's not true.

You'd like me to start reeling off names and addresses, wouldn't you?

Of course not. I just think it might help.

Contrary to what you may believe, I am not the Romeo of the NYPD.

Oh, I can tell you a few stories that would curl your hair.

I've always wanted curly hair.

The solution, whatever it is, wherever it is, lies with you.

It has to.

Phone. Mm.

Aren't you going to answer it? No. Why not?

Cos there's nobody on it.

Hello?

See for yourself. It's for you.

Dempsey. 'Dempsey?' Yeah.

'This is records.' Yeah.

'We've traced that photograph.'

That's great! I'm on my way.

They traced the picture.

What the hell!

Police. Oh, don't believe a word of it!

Sergeant Makepeace, Lieutenant Dempsey.

From the local factory?

SI10 - that's all you need to know.

I'll try hard, but I don't think I'm going to like you.

Private dick, right?

Ever seen this before? Maybe.

No. That's the wrong game. The game is yes or no.

You've seen this picture, right?

You burst in here. I'm having my lunch.

You don't even knock on the door.

Now, you want to follow your lunch? Is he threatening me?

Are you threatening him?

Yes, I am. Yes, he is.

Right. I want my lawyer.

If you're looking for trouble, Ripley, I'll help you find it.

Now, he can't say fairer than that, can he?

You hit me, I've got a witness.

Close your eyes! Now, wait a minute!

This is a diabolical liberty. I am being harassed here!

Last time around, have you seen this picture? Right?

Right? Yes.

Spying and photographing an officer in pursuit of his duties...

What's the sentence for that?

I didn't know you were a cop. You believe him?

Who did you take the picture for?

Ah, well, now that's confidential...

All right! It was a bird. A bird. Name!

I didn't know her name. It was all done on the telephone.

It was a one off. They sent me the cash

and I put them in a packet and sent them to her.

A general delivery address. Then?

Yeah, well, that wasn't the only one.

How many? Scores of 'em. 50.

More...

50.

Ah, Mr Foley. Yes.

You see, you're famous already. I am?

Well, James told me all about you. Oh, that's nice.

Yes? His jacket's come back from the cleaners.

Oh, it's his black jacket. That's my favourite.

Did they do a good job? I didn't look.

He always has clean and re-texture,

so I'll just hang this up for him. Thank you very much.

Pleasure.

How's he taking it? Fine. Outwardly.

And inside? Hard to tell. He plays it close.

A copper who is never scared is a bad copper.

You questioned him about his, er... love life?

He says there's no-one.

Do you believe that?

Well, he is in a difficult position. Aren't we all.

Hey, Joseph. You got it today? All right. Thanks.

Hi, Cathy, how are you doing? Fine. How about you?

Ah, you know how it is. Life is hard.

And then you die.

I got to work late tonight.

You know, one of the girls just got flu.

Yeah?

I'm off at eight.

Uh-huh.

I got somebody joining me.

Why? Are you coming apart?!

If vaudeville ever comes back, you'll go a long way.

Meanwhile, how about beer?

I thought you'd never ask. The usual?

You still here? I'm gone.

So, this is where you hang out. This is my joint.

They take real good care of me.

They give me the New York Times, they do the best burger in town,

my favourite beer and I never have to wait for a table.

Getting homesick, Dempsey?

You never get homesick, muscleman?

Well, you have to leave home to get homesick.

That's true. You want something to eat?

Mm-mm, not before a workout. Shall we go?

- I'm waiting for a beer. - I'm waiting for a beer!

Thanks.

Oh, this is Cathy. Another American. Harry, Cathy.

Hi. Hi. Oh!

Oh, God! I'm sorry.

It's OK.

Trying to get a bigger tip?

No, this comes with the service.

Try and keep your back straight, don't arch.

Yeah, that's good.

Now, bring it down the front. Alternate front to back.

Yeah, that's good.

See, that way you work the complimentary muscle.

'I think I could do with some more weight.'

'Try that.'

'That's better.'

'You know, we can make this a regular thing.

'Two or three times a week.'

'Well, I think once is quite enough for me, thank you.'

'No, actually, I'm joining the gym next week.'

'Why join a gym? You can train here for free?

'Personal instruction for nothing'

'It's not the personal instruction I'm worried about.'

Are you here?

Yo.

So, how do I use this one?

Put your feet under the pads.

Lift your legs slow.

Don't lock your knees.

Release on a count of four.

Works your trapeziums here.

Damn.

Hello?

'Leave my man alone.'

Who are we talking about? 'Jim.'

'Just get out of his life and stay out of it.'

Come on! Harry gets wasted because some weirdo's

trying to blow my brains away. How are you gonna feel about that?!

If anybody should be taken off this case, it's you!

Don't be ridiculous, I am the case! You're the target!

Somebody wants to blow my brains out and you want to get in on it.

Cut it out! Both of you!

He's got a point, Harry.

Who's that?

It's her, get a trace on this call.

Hello? 'Jim.'

Speaking.

'He got your black jacket out real good.'

'How are you anyway?'

Not as sick as you are.

'Only games.'

You've got a real weird sense of humour.

Why are you doing this to me? 'Out of love.'

You got a real odd way of showing it.

What's your name? 'Who needs names.'

Meet!

Ah, listen, why don't we meet?

Would you like that, Jim?

'Yeah, I'd like that very much. What do you say? We can talk.'

We talking right now.

Yeah, but I mean, you know, person-to-person, you know,

we could look each other, what do you say?

You'll have to get rid of her!

Who? 'Harry. You can't have both of us, Jim.'

Harry's nothing to me. She's my chauffeur.

She knows the streets, she drives me around.

If she doesn't leave you alone, I'll kill her.

I thought you were going to kill me? I am.

Oh, you're gonna to kill both of us, huh?

Well, that's a lot of killing.

Well, time to go.

No, no, no. Don't go. I'm enjoying this conversation.

Come on, we've got a chance to talk now, I'm not busy, you know, and...

What? Grab some more so you can trace the number.

I'm not that stupid, Jim.

Lots of love. I'll be watching you.

No, no, no. Come on! I...

Damn. Long enough? Not a chance.

How did she know what I was wearing?

She must have seen you.

This is really weird. It's almost as if I know who she is.

Obviously, my being around rubs salt in the wound.

What did I tell you?

So, obviously, I'm going to have to stay with it.

How do you make that bright deduction, eh?

Put her out of her stride. She'll be so busy thinking about me,

that she'll trip up and make a mistake.

No! Yes!

She's got a point.

We leave things as they are at present.

'The Third Man'

'Hello, old friend. How are you?

'Kids use to ride this thing in the old days

'but they haven't the money now.'

'I was at your funeral.'

'Oh, the same old indigestion, Holly.'

Mr Foley? Yeah.

My black jacket came back from the cleaners. Yeah.

When? Tuesday.

You sure? Sure.

It was all right, wasn't it...?

No, it was fine. It was fine. I just needed to know when.

Thank you very much. Good night.

Mr D, I gave it the young lady.

Young lady? Yes.

There was a young lady in my apartment?

Yes. She let me in.

Well, she opened the door.

Can you describe her?

She didn't have any clothes on.

You mean she was in the buff?

I couldn't say whether she was in the bath or not, but...

No, no. Buff. Naked. She had your robe on.

You mean, you weren't there?

Not only was I not there, I didn't know she was.

Good night, Mr Foley.

Hello, Watson. What's going on?

Bugs. What kind of bugs?

Electronic ones. Excuse me.

He's, er... in the bathroom.

OK.

Loud and clear.

What's going on? Lady visitor.

In here?

Here. There. Everywhere.

She bugged the place.

So, that's how she knows so much about you. Mm-mm.

These her prints? Could be.

It's a woman's hand.

Well, she's been in here. Prowling around, wearing my robe.

I thought I smelled perfume the other day.

She even answered the door.

It's almost as if she wants to be caught.

Why don't we give her a hand?

Dempsey. Yo.

Dabs from your place last night.

Any luck? Luck doesn't come into it.

How about some success, then? Well, yes. She's on the file.

What's her name? Warren. Catherine Warren.

Never heard of her. Any aliases? No.

Used to work for MI5, though.

Explains some of her expertise.

Yeah.

Apparently, she went a little bit, er...

Well, you know.

Here. It's all in the file. Thanks.

You're too keen. We're not open yet.

I know that, I'm looking for Cathy. Is she here? It's important.

She's gone. Quit.

When? Yesterday morning.

Suddenly collected her cards and went.

You got her home address? Boss might. He's away.

It's a bit sudden, isn't it? Her leaving like that?

Out of the blue. She didn't mention it?

No, why do you think she might have?

Well, I knew you were close.

Especially after her birthday.

Her birthday? You know.

Remind me.

Well, she never stopped talking about it.

She brought the roses in here, you know. Kept them on the bar.

She told you I bought her roses?

Yes.

Got a real Lulu here, Harry.

Did you take her out that night?

Yeah. I took her for one drink.

Where? It was a cocktail bar, two blocks from here.

How long did that last? Ten minutes, max.

If that's so, then how come the pianist

was playing her favourite tune as she walked in?

You saying you didn't fix that?

You ever been there? On my wages?

There is no pianist.

I think I feel sick.

Excuse me.

Just had a thought.

What if she can see you as well as hear you.

Anything?

Well, there's a woman watering her window box.

One playing the violin.

A naked man working out with weights. Where?

Watson said there'd be a bleep when she turns on her receiver.

What if she doesn't?

I guess you and I are going to sit here and grow old together.

Very lucky it interfered with your telly.

It wasn't luck. Faulty wiring inside that bug.

Sure. I, er...

..ran around a lot, but that was before I met you. Because, er...

Well, I didn't know you.

Er, but I've changed. I mean...

..with you it's different.

I wonder how many times you've said that before.

No, what I feel about you, Harry, is... special.

Very special.

I didn't realise.

Oh, well. Why should you?

I mean, we spend every waking moment together.

It's, er... It's a wonder that we're not bored to tears.

Not like that.

Nor me.

You sure? I don't want to have to put words in your mouth.

At first, I thought that, er,

'this was just an affair, but...'

'..I realise now that it is much, much more.'

What are you saying? You think you can love me?

'I don't mean now, but in the weeks and months to come?'

Love's not a word that I use easily.

Me neither.

Although, I wake up every morning and my first thought is of you.

'Same for me. I sit there in the kitchen in the morning

'with my tea and toast

'and, in a funny sort of way,

'I actually look forward to going to work with you.'

I want to hold your hair. I wanna...

..feel your hair in my hands going through my fingers,

and I wanna... kiss your lips and your neck... and...

..smell the perfume coming up through your clothing...

I wanna rip your clothes off... and kiss every inch of your body.

Well, why don't you?

Look for the flash!

Fourth floor, corner flat. Let's go.

Roof.

Cathy.

Come down with me.

Let me take you down.

You kissed me.

It was your birthday kiss.

You talked to me.

You called me "love".

You bought me roses.

Why did you do it?

I didn't buy you roses.

You want roses? I'll buy you roses.

You even had that man play the piano for me.

There wasn't any piano.

Why did you do it?!

Do what?

Do what, huh?

All of those things you said.

What things?

To her.

Let go of the knife.

I can't hold you. Help me!

Hold onto me.

Hold my hand!

Let go of the knife!

Yo.

Not again.

Hello?

It's for you.

Who is it?

Thelma.

Thelma?

Aunt Thelma? Is that you?

When did you get in town?