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Are you sure you're gonna be able to recognise this guy?

Oh, yes.

He's pretty distinctive.

Chicken, chicken!

Chicken! Chicken!

I ain't arresting that!

What do you mean? I got a reputation to consider.

Are you a rooster or a hen?

Get off my foot!

Are you a rooster or a hen?!

Sims! Sims!

Police. We know you're in there.

Get back, kids.

Hey, what's going on?

Is this a chicken takeaway? We're taking away your chicken!

Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Hello, Sims. What do you want?

Well, little bird told us

that you might have some information on Sid Lowe.

Get the car. Before I string this chicken's neck.

It's Stavros, Mr Lowe.

Oh, yeah? What do you want?

I thought I pay you to protect me!

What's your problem? I don't know.

Police, maybe. Wanting their cut.

All right. We can handle it.

Charlie Five to control, over.

Be a good chicken!

Sid says sorry.

No hard feelings.

Anything? Half of what you find under that seat is mine.

I told you, when the car swerved in, right, my bullet entered here.

It must be more towards the front. When did you get the tip about Sims?

About four this morning. And who was he?

Well, actually, it turns out that he was one of the gang that Sid Lowe

used on that payroll snatch a couple of years ago.

Yes, our friend Mr Sid Lowe deserved to go down for that one.

Yeah.

Well, Sims was on the booze, broke, he was just the kind of character...

Who would squeal on his boss when under pressure.

That was the plan.

It must've deflected off...

At least we've got something now we can nail him to the wall for.

Well, he would've used a hit man. Exactly.

Here, what's that?

Ha! Look at that!

I told you, am I right or am I right?

This confirms this is the car.

Was that entirely necessary, Dempsey?

There's a lot of these kind of cars around.

It was stolen from a dealer about half a mile from the cafe. When?

Just before Sims was shot. Minutes before.

Someone at the cafe must've contacted Sid Lowe.

It's a very tight neighbourhood.

United by one thing.

A fear of Sid Lowe.

Mr Lowe, nice to see you.

Business all right?

Can't complain.

Haven't had no more trouble with them soccer hooligans, have you?

No. Thanks to you, Mr Lowe, they never come back.

That's good, isn't it?

You... You want some coffee?

Light ales, or fresh chips?

I'm a bit worried about your memory.

Stavros.

Memory?

Yeah.

What do you mean?

That phone call that you made to me today.

I never told nobody.

No.

You never made it.

You can remember that, can you?

Of course.

Of course, you could always tie a bit of cotton round your finger,

couldn't you? So that you keep remembering.

I don't forget.

The trouble is that, well...

a bit of cotton might fall off, mightn't it?

You know, what with the work you do and that.

Mr Lowe, you don't have to worry.

No, what you want is something that will keep you remembering

for a very long time.

Excuse me.

Hey! Off the car.

Don't even think about it!

Hey!

Hi!

Who's he? You know that guy?

Can't remember his name. Hey?

Is he here? Not yet.

How do you know?

Get me a beer...

What are you drinking?

Tequila Sunrise.

Hi, Jock.

Long time no see.

What's happening?

Not much.

What about you?

Busy as hell.

Who's he? A friend.

A friend, or a colleague?

Both.

Don't like the look of him.

Hm, I know what you mean. But he's all right.

Yeah? Yeah.

I'll be the judge of you, pal.

So, we need some info.

A man got shop this morning outside a chicken takeaway

on Sackville Street.

What sort of info? Anything.

I'm over that way today.

Meet me at the track at six, six thirty.

We appreciate it.

Nobody's promising anything, Jimmy.

No problem, Jock.

You are only breathing, Mister, because she's here.

Don't leave me!

Scotty.

You've been asking the wrong questions.

I'll get an ambulance.

It's nothing to worry about.

A kid like that...

virtually indestructible.

Sergeant Makepeace? Yes.

Jock from casualty, we don't seem to have a surname.

There isn't one. I mean, it isn't known.

I see.

How is he?

You'll see him in a moment.

Presumably we can't put anything in yet for next-of-kin? No.

One last question.

The private room surcharge is being paid by Harriet Makepeace,

is that you?

Yes, it is, yes.

All the bills will be sent to you personally,

and not to Scotland Yard?

That's right, you have my bankers' address there.

Fine. Is that your signature? Yes, it is, yes.

That's all they need to know for now. So, can you come this way?

He's fairly heavily sedated, which will make him

seem in a worse condition than he really is.

How bad is he?

Oh, he'll be all right. He's in a lot of pain.

They were very systematic.

What about his hand? They used a hammer.

Jock.

Jock? Can you hear me?

You didnae tell me it was Lowe's mob.

I know, I'm sorry, Jock.

I should have told you that, I'm sorry.

Jock?

Jock!

You find anything out about Sims?

You...

Huh?

Do you want something? No!

Do you want some water?

Gonna get some rest? Mm, I think so.

I think you could use it.

I could.

Thanks.

Where you going? To the shop, to get some milk.

I'll go with you.

Well, there's some other things I have to do.

That's cool.

Look, I just need to be alone for a bit.

I ain't leaving you alone for a second.

Your car's in the way.

So it is.

Why don't we take it? It's more comfortable.

I feel like driving.

All yours.

Can we go home now?

I guess not, huh?

What about Chinese food instead?

Didn't think so.

You've made a big mistake this time, Lowe.

Mistake?

What you did to Jock.

Jock...

Jock?

No, no, we don't know anybody called Jock, do we?

You didn't have to go that far.

He's not Scottish, is he?

I mean, you're not by any chance referring to that Scottish geezer

what attacked me in the street this afternoon?

In front of a couple of witnesses.

He isn't another Sims.

What is he? For one thing, he's a friend.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yes, you've blown it, Lowe, this time.

Why's that?

Because I'm going to be the biggest drag in your life.

24 hours a day, every day.

Week after week, month after month, until eventually you can't stand it

and you crack.

He means something special to you, does he?

This little tartan rat?

You've permanently crippled his hand, Lowe.

Look, if you're so fond of him, Sergeant,

why don't you put a bit more effort into it?

You know, give him a bit of education, like yourself.

Polish him up a bit!

You could always pay for him to have violin lessons, couldn't ya?

Which hand was it he hurt?

Don't matter, just have to tie the bow to his hand now!

Yes, I think I might toy with a bit of spaghetti bolognese.

You don't seem to be getting my message, Lowe.

You getting it now?

What the hell's the matter with you? Have you gone crazy?

You throw food on a guy like that, what are you, out of your mind?

Listen, I've got a better idea. If you really wanna destroy him,

you wanna wreck his life, huh? You wanna bring him down?

This is his car, go on, let the air out of his tyres.

No, wait, I got an even better idea.

Go the whole hog, go on, steal his windscreen wipers, too.

Let go of me!

Can you see it now, huh? "London gangster brought to his knees

"by brilliant undercover detective."

Four flats, right, no wipers, imagine it,

Sergeant, it could rain, he'd be crippled!

Shut up. Dempsey. I will when I see some sense in your eyes.

Your brain's falling out over some punk kid who got...

He is not some punk kid!

Oh, then what is he? Are you emotionally involved with him?

I'm not emotionally involved!

Then what? Tell me! He is a human being!

Well, what was Sims? A chicken? Huh?

I didn't see you grab for the pasta when he got shot.

You know who has the highest percentage of suicides?

The most broken marriages? Huh? The highest degree of alcoholism?

What are you talking about? Cops!

I'm talking about cops who let their emotions foul them up,

and that's what I see happening to you.

Work and emotion, they don't go together.

Are you listening to me?

He didn't have any blood on his suit.

He always wears suits. What?

Tomorrow, I will check every dry cleaner in town.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I just want to unwind a bit before I go home.

With friends.

Hiya, Harriet.

James!

Hi! How are you?

Oh, boy!

Come and meet my friends. No, no...

Yes, yes... No, no, no, Harriet! Come on!

Charles, Charles! This is James!

James! And that's Basil.

Nice to meet you...

She's wonderful... Angela...

Come and meet Lieutenant James Dempsey.

He's my guardian angel.

Hello.

How you doing?

Oh, no, no, no, he's mine! He belongs to me.

Then give him a drink.

Another bottle, Sam.

Cheers! Huh, cheers!

I like that dress.

Thank you.

Oh, you do, do you? Yeah!

OK.

Oh, no, oh, no, silly me! It's that way!

Do you still like it?

We are police officers. Do you want a drink?

Are you sure? Wait, are you sure?

Keep the change.

Bye!

Have you ever had a tequila sunrise before?

I think so.

Well, this is a tequila sunset.

Why's that? Because I made a mistake.

I put the grenadine in first.

Ooh! Ooh!

You're under arrest!

Morning, boys.

Rah!

Morning, Jez. Morning, Dempsey.

Hey, don't take it so seriously.

What? I don't know, anything.

Well, as far as I know... Morning!

# I feel fine

# So fine... # Yes, sir.

I got one that you haven't heard. OK...

This farmer's got these three bulls, right?

Big bull, middle bull, little bull...

As soon as I can, sir.

So, he comes back in now and he's got a truck and...

Soon as I can get hold of them, sir.

And the middle bull says...

Whoa.

And the little bull is stomping and snorting the ground, you know...

So the big bull says... "You gonna fight him for your one cow?"

And the little bull says,

"No, I just wanna make sure he knows I'm a bull!"

Excuse me.

Morning, Tiger.

I gotta tell you, last night was terrific.

You were wild.

All in a day's work.

Harriet, did you get a copy? Ballistics on the Mr Chicken bullet.

Oh, no, thanks.

Harry?

Crowding Lowe may have to stop.

Oh, no. Why? I had a squeal from legal.

Lowe's new brief is causing a fuss.

The last thing we need is another harassment charge.

We'd have to lay off him altogether.

That's ridiculous.

Who's that?

Just a second, George.

They have an irrefutable bureaucratic argument.

We're an undiscovered squad.

Pistol whippings and parking ticket offences are for other departments.

Why not have another go at the tax angle?

You remember Jarrett in regional? Mm.

Well, he's now a link man with Customs and Excise.

He owes us a favour or two.

Get the finance file on Lowe's companies and take Jarrett to lunch.

Lunch. Lunch.

Today?

Whenever you have the time.

OK.

Everything OK?

What do you mean?

You.

Perfect.

Good.

Yes, George?

No, I do not want to...

Jez, deal with the dowager on my phone, will you?

And find out how the hell she got hold of my private line.

Not from me, guv.

Well, what about this spaghetti business, then?

Spaghetti?

I don't know.

Are you two solid on this case?

Is there anything else I should know?

You know how much I hate being kept in the dark.

Especially about anything which might affect

the sweet harmony of my beautifully orchestrated team.

Hiya, Tiger.

OK, OK.

Hey, I had a hard night, what's the matter with you?

I've had enough! Enough what?

You're making me feel sick out there. I'm making you sick?

Did we, or didn't we?

Did we or didn't we what? You know exactly what I mean.

I haven't the faintest idea. Sleep with each other.

Come on, don't... beat about the bush.

Did we do it?

You don't remember?

Well, not much.

Don't worry, I'm sure you were terrific.

So...

Mm. There you go.

Fine.

That's it, then.

By the way, if it isn't too much to ask of your ego,

would you mind sparing me the big display out there?

Bothered you?

Well, it's a little crass, I feel.

All right, sweetheart, I'll tell you what bothers me.

I've just taken two big insults from you that I don't take from nobody.

Correction, make that three.

I don't know which one is worst.

One, I don't brag about something.

Unless it's worth bragging about.

Two, I'm no Prince Charmless who has to get his charge by sleeping

with some lush...

And three...

Baby, believe me...

Even if you'd been comatose, lobotomised, anaesthetised

and deep frozen, if I had, you would've remembered.

Are you trying to tell me we didn't do it?

What, is there something wrong with my speech?

The verb's in the wrong place?

Do you mean we didn't? Read my lips.

N-O.

You satisfied?

No irony intended.

What can I say?

I'm sorry.

No problem.

You see, I thought you were laughing with the boys.

I thought you were acting a bit snooty there

for all the fun we had last night.

You sure had a skinful.

How did I get to bed?

Well, you didn't look too comfortable

lying there in the hallway.

Oh, my God!

Tell me something...

How did I get into my pyjamas? You don't remember?

You put them on to go outside to say goodnight to your car!

I gotta tell you, Makepeace...

I never would've believed it.

I mean, you don't do it often, but when you do, it's a class act.

You're one hell of a drunk.

Westminster Hospital, Elizabeth Ward.

There's been a shooting. Get down there.

SI Ten.

Where's Jock?

Who? This guy dead?

He's coming round. Who is he? We don't know.

He must've come in through the back emergency door.

Where's Jock, the patient?

Could we have some space here, please, give us some space.

I heard two loud bangs, that's all.

But where's Jock? This isn't the patient!

Have you just come on duty? Yes. One, two, three, lift.

Where's the gun? Have you found the gun?

No sign of it, sir. You haven't found the gun?!

Listen, I want you to stay with this guy,

don't let him out of your sight. You, stay right here.

If he comes to, you bust him, you got that? Yes, sir.

Listen, I don't want anybody to clean this room.

I don't want anybody in. I don't want anybody near it!

Until the forensic and prints are through with it.

Now, I want those bullets sent to ballistics in SI Ten, you got it?

Understood, sir. All his clothes are gone.

Yeah, I figured Lowe sent him to finish him off. And Jock got away.

With the gun.

Can I help you?

Who's your protection?

Come again?

Who skims you?

Skims?

Creams your profits.

Hey!

Yes?

Are you still there?

Well, well, well.

How are you, then, Jock?

Oh, course I'd like to meet you.

No, where's that?

Oh. All right.

Fine.

He was crazy! Out of his bloody brain.

I mean, this little punk came in, I didn't know him from anywhere,

he goes up, he smashes the bloody television, wrecks this video,

and he threatens me with a shooter. I've never seen the bloke before!

I think I know where to find him.

Scotty!

You there?

It's us.

Scotty!

We're here.

Are you there, Scotty?

Hey, what's the idea?

Who's there?

Al?

Al? You all right?

Ah!

All over for you.

No, no, listen, Scotty, there's been a mistake. Scotty, no, please.

Say your prayers and count to ten.

Please, Scotty, please listen.

One. One... One.

T-t-two.

Three... Please, Scotty, please...

Four. F-f-four.

Five. S-s-six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Go ahead.

You fire.

Then I'll fire.

You wouldn't dare.

Yes, he would, Jock.

So, the bullets match?

OK.

That was ballistics.

The bullets match.

So, we've got him.

Good work.

A compliment?

Harry? I want you for a moment.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Next time you might not be so lucky.