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Get the stuff, quick.

Is he dead?

Move it!

You like that kind of thing?

Mm, I do.

Not to your taste, Dempsey?

Nah, looks like a fancy-schamnsy doormat.

It's not meant for wiping your feet on,

it's a prayer mat and it's made of silk.

Oh, yeah?

What's a thing like this go for?

Well, it depends where it was made and when.

Look, I don't really know, I'm not that good.

I wouldn't say that.

But then I wouldn't know, right?

Right.

It seems like he was what it says in the book.

Ex-patriot, Middle East, lived here for about a year,

set himself up in the antique business.

What's all that lot? Anything in there?

Nothing to get squashed over.

He was doing OK.

He wasn't dealing the Crown Jewels,

but, uh, there must be a thousand guys like him in this town.

Very good, Dempsey. Very far-sighted!

Are they all carrying 9mm Berettas around with them?

These were found near the body.

Now, does that suggest anything to either of you,

given his background?

Well, Berettas are standard issue to security

and Mr Yassin's part of the world.

Now you're with me, Sergeant.

Doesn't he seem less clean than he was?

So you want us to start digging in that direction?

Yes, I do, but I want it done with a feather.

I don't want anyone spooked with badges or loud noises.

Is that clear, Dempsey?

I hear you, boss.

I hear you.

Well?

Is it true? Yes, Colonel.

Yassin is dead.

He was found very early this morning in his storeroom.

The police are very busy there.

And the artefacts?

They are missing.

Yet they will deliver to him.

Later than expected, but as arranged.

In which case, they are not lost completely.

Merely astray.

Should any such pieces arrive on the market, we will hear.

I do hope so.

This could jeopardise our whole organisation.

You lunatic!

That could have gone off!

Is this all there was?

Put that down.

It's about ten grands worth there!

What is it?

It's Egyptian.

For real.

This stuff weighs a ton,

what on earth is he doing with all this?

Well, thieving it probably.

They don't just let this sort of thing leave home now, you know?

Well, how are we gonna sell it?

There's people who'll buy that just to lock it away.

They'll pay a fortune just to look at it.

There isn't a curse on it, is there?

There's not gonna be some mummy dressed in bandages

bashing her way through the wall to get to her baby?

Come on, let's pack this away.

I want to get it down your place out of sight.

Then I want to get a camera, a Polaroid. What for?

Well, I want to check it out,

but I don't want to have to cart all this stuff around

in case I get mugged.

A present.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

We're going to do some, er, quick cramming on the antique business.

Harry, I wouldn't know a Chippendale from a chipmunk.

I don't think it's antiques anyway.

I think it has to do with these old rugs.

There's this carpet dealer,

he comes up several times with these very large reimbursements.

I think we should start with him.

OK, well, I've given our cover some thought.

And I'll be a professional lady showing you around London,

and you do your usual brash American.

I will sort my own cover, thank you very much.

Well, would you mind telling me what it is? No.

I just meet you at the carpet dealer's.

I can't wait!

Interesting.

Very interesting, Mr Scott.

I can see why your client's being shy.

A piece like this would attract a good deal of interest at a sale.

It's worth between £8,000 and £10,000.

You say there's some glassware with this collection.

Of the same date?

It looks it to me,

but then I don't have your expertise, naturally.

The glass you mention, it's more valuable, is it?

Considerably.

Which could be an inducement to your client to authenticate.

Yes, yeah, I think he could.

Single examples of ancient glass can make a hundred thousand.

I must apologise for the delay.

I can't think what's happened to my client.

Not very punctual these Americans, are they?

Hi, Miss Makepeace.

So sorry I'm late, the traffic was abominable.

Oh, that's lovely.

My client, Mr Dempsey.

How do you do? How do you do?

This is a Kashan.

This one was woven by Mohtasham himself.

Huh. It's rather special, I think.

Has this been near the door?

I beg your pardon?

Well, it's worn, it looks used.

It's antique, Mr Dempsey.

That's part of its charm.

Oh, I see.

How big is it?

4'3" by 6'6", sir.

Well, that won't do, it has to be 13 feet,

otherwise the boards will stick out along the sides.

I'll look around.

By all means do, sir.

Mr Dempsey was rather impressed with the prayer carpet that you found

foreign acquaintance of mine,

Master Yessin?

Yes, yes.

That was a Kashan, I think.

Yes, signed with gold in the border.

That's right.

Yes, I remember, he was rather pleased with that himself.

Do you know him, then?

Slightly.

I'm just finding my way round in the business, actually.

Oh, Miss Makepeace!

Look at this one with these lovely birdies.

How much is this?

In the region of £7,000, sir.

With shipping provided by us, of course.

Oh, free shipping.

Isn't that nice?

Your American friend is collecting privately I take it?

Yes.

I was hoping to put him in touch

with Mr Yassin's rather anonymous buyer.

With a commission on any transaction that took place, of course.

Do you think that's possible?

Simon Redgrave is the man you want.

If your friend isn't too scrupulous about certification.

And as long as he's loaded.

Oh, I can vouch for that.

Oh!

Look at this.

Wouldn't this look divine in the john?

Well, did I get the part or not?

You were born for it, Dempsey.

Well... you weren't bad yourself.

What about Redgrave?

I gave him a ring while you were doing your piece de resistance

about cutting the rug to fit the john!

Yeah, I liked that one myself.

Now'd you get him?

Yes, he's having lunch,

but he says we're welcome to join him.

His place?

No.

Somewhere where you'll feel very much at home

in your nice cowboy boots.

You're so right.

This is home cooking.

I've always said a hamburger is a sandwich dreaming,

if you know what I mean.

Very good, Mr Dempsey.

Very droll.

I do like your friend, Miss Makepeace.

And, erm, what is it you want with me, sir?

Mr Dempsey would like to add to his collection in New York.

As a means of turning his cash into something more...

..innocent.

I'm very nouveau innocent.

You're very waggish, Mr Dempsey.

Oh...

I'll say I've never been called that before.

What you're looking for is a private sale,

no record of the business on either side.

A badly illegal transaction, in fact.

That's precisely what we're looking for.

Now, Mr Yassin suggested

that you might be able to show us the way to it.

Mm.

Interesting hypothesis.

Such an attractive pair.

What a pity that I can't accommodate you just now.

Well, it doesn't have to be immediate.

As long as we know we're not wasting our time.

Well, that rather depends on Mr Yassin's good offices.

Still... nil desperandum, Mr Dempsey.

Perhaps we will talk again soon.

It's been a real pleasure, Miss Makepeace.

Nil desperandum?

Isn't that the last album by the Eagles?

Yes?

Guv.

What's all this?

Survey of Yassin's business records.

If you can call them records.

What a mess.

He set himself up two years ago.

Went on a buying spree and built up a large amount of stock.

Mm. Normal practice for a dealer, wouldn't you say?

The thing is,

he hasn't sold a single item of that stock since he started.

That would make a bit of a dent in your cash flow, wouldn't it?

It certainly would, guv.

Look at this.

There were cheques coming at irregular intervals.

10,000.

20,000.

Untraceable? Yeah.

So far I've come up with £100,000 worth.

The whole business was a front.

An elaborate cover.

I think we may have turned up a real nest of vipers, Chas.

Said his name was James Scott.

A dealer in objet d'art.

Nothing else?

No, he left in a hurry.

Rather wise, in the circumstances, I would have thought.

Oh.

Why do you say that, Mr Markham?

I recognise the pieces, Rasheed.

I know where they come from.

In fact, I've seen them in the flesh, so to speak.

In your very own national museum.

Photographs can be deceptive.

You must be mistaken.

I don't make those sort of mistakes.

They're not the finest examples of the period.

Still, they are part of your national heritage.

Or should I say "were"?

As you like.

It would not help your position

if this information were to become public.

It would be disastrous.

You have something, a point you wish to make?

A business proposition.

I think you have found a unique source of stock.

Why not avail yourself of my services

and let me sell them for you?

You are not the best of dealers I have used in this city,

but you certainly are the boldest.

I like that.

So, we're in business again?

Of course.

You have told no-one else? No.

That in itself is worthy of an advance on your first commission.

What shall we say?

10,000?

Let's make it 15.

The guy is a bum.

I can't believe that I bought him lunch.

I'll tell you something,

the only difference between your scum and ours

is that yours talk better.

They sound intelligent,

but lowlife is lowlife, I don't care what you dress it like.

Without lowlife, Dempsey, we would be without jobs.

Maybe, but I find it a little hard getting up for this case.

I mean, who cares?

One sleazeball kills another, so what?

Strange attitude for a cop.

Everybody has rights, Dempsey,

and I would say murder is a serious violation of those rights.

What is that?

It's a clamp. Something we've picked up from you, I think.

I don't care where it came from, I want it off there.

Get on to Spikings, he can sort this out.

See, now this is a serious violation of private property.

Mine! Oh, what do you do in New York?

They would give you a ticket, that's all.

And hit you where it really hurts, in your pocket.

This, this is childish.

Charlie 5 to control, yo.

Control to Charlie 5, over.

Chas, I got a serious problem here, I need your urgent assistance.

Is this absolutely necessary?

I'm tied up all afternoon and I've been flat out all day.

Well, no, of course not.

Not if it's that important.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Look, I hope this isn't going to be untidy.

He's what?! Where are you? Over.

'We're outside Redgrave's place.'

You know what Dempsey's like.

He just parks, gets out and leaves it.

I suppose we should feel grateful

he didn't tie it to the railings and call it Trigger!

There's been another murder.

A dealer.

Name of Markham.

A Beretta was used.

Professional hit? Over.

'Very.'

Makepeace?

Looks like he's in a hurry.

'Harry?'

Er, I'll get back to you on that.

Over and out.

What are we going to do?

I suggest we follow the guy. I'll get a cab.

Don't bother.

I'll give you a lift.

Dempsey, don't be silly.

It's an emergency.

Curious, isn't it?

Your Mr Yassin doesn't deliver as arranged,

a penny antique dealer starts hawking antiquities

from door-to-door.

What do you make of that, Colonel?

Yassin is dead.

He was killed and robbed.

The police have yet to release his name.

But... it seems they have no knowledge of the artefacts.

There is no reason why you should not complete our transaction.

It seems rather pointless without the goods.

I have the name of the thief.

My people are tracking him down now.

Yes, well, I suggest they don't waste any time.

The matter's already attracted too much attention.

You have problems?

No, not problems exactly.

I had lunch earlier with a very charming girl

and a rather colourful man.

They appear to have met Yassin quite recently.

Police?

Oh, I hardly think so.

Unless Her Majesty is taking a very different kind of recruit

into the force.

An intriguing situation.

I myself, and a mysterious American, both desire your treasures.

Of which a third party is in possession.

What do you propose to do about it, Colonel?

Unless he's a threat, the American is no concern of mine.

And the antiquities

will be recovered from this Mr Scott, very soon.

Yes.

Yes, I rather thought they would be.

Hi, there, Miss.

Do you always pick up strange men in the park?

No, only you, you're the only strange man I know.

Really?

Your innocence turns me on.

Your lack of it turns me off.

What is that place, anyway?

I don't know offhand.

This area's thick with embassy staff, though.

I wouldn't mind betting

there's a diplomatic force field around that one.

So, he's one of the untouchables, huh?

Shall we give that film to Spikings?

Mm.

Get Kerim.

Who are they?

I suspect we'll find out very soon.

And no glowing in the dark!

It's an embassy house.

The gentleman in residence is called Colonel Rasheed.

Officially he's in charge of their security arrangements.

Odd company for Redgrave, wouldn't you say?

You said officially, what else is there?

There's an MI6 dossier on him.

My contact can't get access to it.

Oh, that's great!

What's he afraid of?

That we'll sell it to the Sunday papers?

Wouldn't be the first time.

I said HE couldn't get it.

I didn't say I couldn't get it.

Now, you two had better check on Redgrave.

So, what was no-neck talking to a security spook for, anyway?

I figure the dead man is the link here. Yep.

Yassin was up to something.

Something that they killed him for.

Rasheed was obviously using Yassin as a middleman.

The antique business as a cover. Cover for what?

We can't even look at Rasheed's file without a note from the Queen.

Well, Spikings will take care of that.

Oh, does he know her?

OK, so, we can't touch Rasheed for the moment.

Let's see what the old-boyfriend network can do.

Didn't know you had one.

Who is he?

He works at Sotheby's.

You never know, he may be able to tell us something about Redgrave.

That is what Spikings told us to do, remember?

Mm, and you always do what you're told.

You're such a good little copper.

Tell me, Makepeace, do you ever let it hang out?

You know, get wild, lose control?

Never.

Well, not in the office anyway.

Tell me where, I'll meet you anyplace.

Go on, then.

Surprise me.

Only about a quarter of a million quid's worth, that's all.

Is it?

You're kidding?

Not if it's sold right, I'm not.

I told you it was for real, didn't I?

Yeah, but £250,000!

Are you sure you can handle it?

Listen, for that sort of money

I'll give it a very serious try, believe me.

Starting tomorrow, Bailey,

you're looking at long years of graceful living.

That's very useful, thank you.

Yes, I'd love to.

Mm. That'd be nice.

Well, if I'm not, just leave a message on my machine.

OK, nice to speak to you.

Bye, Julian.

"Bye, Julian."

It's a nice name.

Do you want to hear what he had to say,

or shall I do it on my own?

No, please, every scintillating piece of verbiage.

Well, it seems that a gentleman of dubious background

has been trying to set up a meeting with one of Julian's assessors.

Shall we check it out?

By all means.

There we are, then.

Here's to being rich.

I think I'll hang about and celebrate tonight.

I've got the taste for it.

Don't go shooting your mouth off.

And keep that stuff locked up until I tell you different.

Of course I will.

What could I do with it?

Play with it in the bath?

I'll call you tomorrow.

I should kill you now for Yassin.

First I ask you some questions.

And perhaps you do not die.

You understand?

Now, let us hear of the antiquities that are missing.

And how you came to steal them.

So, come on, did they hit it back there or what, Harry?

About Redgrave?

No, about Julian.

Come on, you and Juley boy ever make it together?

I think Rasheed must have set Yassin up in business

to smuggle stuff in for him.

And Redgrave does the buying and selling.

OK, look, you don't want to kiss and tell, I can respect that.

That way Rasheed keeps his nose clean.

Until somebody kills Yassin.

Somebody who didn't know what they were getting for their trouble.

Dempsey, you're disgusting.

Thank you.

I swear it, that's all there is.

Bailey got a tip-off and he...

he's got the stuff in a lock-up somewhere.

That's all there is.

Then we must speak with your friend also.

As to yourself...

..I shall make an example to discourage others.

Be merciful, Kerim.

Kill him quickly.

It's all locked up.

Not for long. Are you coming?

If I didn't, who'd look after you?

Somebody got here before us.

Truth, Harry.

Did the earth move?

So, this is what he died for, is it?

And very nearly yourselves.

Pity it didn't occur to you to call for assistance

before you decided to break into the place.

For what? So that somebody else'll get blown up?

Here's some background on Scott from criminal records.

What charges?

Well, he's clean himself,

but he stood bail for a guy called Mickey Bailey a couple of times.

He said he employed him.

Well, if everybody else is out of bounds,

let's go talk to him.

Oh, Dempsey.

You will ask him nicely, won't you?

We don't want his reply from the hereafter.

Was that a promise...

..or was he just checking his gun?

Just let me get my foot inside the door.

Don't stand there doing your routine enquiry stuff.

Oh, I'll just watch while you nail him to the wall, shall I?

Don't tell me my job, Dempsey.

Looks like we've been beaten to it again.

This is getting to be a habit.

But I guess they haven't got him, because if they did,

he'd be here with a hole in his head.

Do you know something?

Mm?

I don't think they've got the antiquities either.

I think Bailey has them.

And he's hidden them somewhere.

In that case, we'd better get to Bailey first. Mm-hm.

Shall we knock on some doors?

Chas?

Yes, Guv?

MI6 have been on to Rasheed for months.

They've been building a case on him, don't you know?

While people get murdered?!

Precisely.

Diplomatic immunity or no diplomatic immunity,

I'm going to put a stop to Mr Rasheed's little operation.

What is his operation?

Raising funds to finance some crackpot terrorist group.

You tell the others, anybody working on this case is to be armed.

I don't want any of my people gunned down by this lunatic.

All right, Guv.

A sad chain of events indeed.

And a dangerous chain of events, Colonel.

I do not need you to remind me, Mr Redgrave.

I have told you that Yassin's business with you shall be honoured.

As you agreed with him.

Meaning that you still need the money.

Well, I can certainly understand that.

It's a considerable amount

for an organisations such as yours, isn't it?

Buy you all sorts of things.

Well, you shall have it, Colonel.

Just as soon I have what I want.

What do you want Mickey Bailey for, then?

That's my business.

You know where he is?

No, I dunno.

Next to the Nelson pub in Penarth Street.

Thanks. It's the bottom bell.

So, what's with that hair anyway?

You swallow a grenade or something?

Who is it?

Hello, love, Gas Board. Hang on.

Hi.

Mickey! Sorry to barge in.

Mickey!

This one's loaded.

Am I interrupting something, Dempsey?

All right, sunshine.

How do you want it?

Robbery with murder?

The attempted murder of a police officer

in the course of his duties?

Or shall I just throw you back outside

to end up in pieces like your friend?

What do you want me to say?

Every last word.

Right now.

Well, we know where they came from, we know where their stash is.

I'd say we've got an edge. We have.

And I intend to see we don't lose it.

According to MI6,

our Colonel Rasheed would appear to be the motive force

behind a network of terrorists cells

stretching from here to Beirut and back.

Funded by the antiquities?

They're trying to find out his source of supply.

They think it might be their national museum.

You mean, his own government

is actually funding Rasheed's activities?

The way I see it, he's one of the untouchables.

Political status and all that.

Maybe not so untouchable.

We know how much he wants the stuff back.

Sooner or later he's going to get it,

with or without Bailey.

And we're going to be there when he does.

Yo. Hey, Chief?

Put me straight on protocol here, will you?

What if these, er, diplomatic envoys start shooting at us?

What do we do?

Show them a Green Card?

You behave like a police officer, Dempsey.

Or at least one from New York.

You shoot back.

That's an order.

There you are, just what you've always wanted.

Not quite.

'Charlie 2 to control, in position, over.'

Roger, Charlie 2.

Maintain position until further orders.

Over and out.

That's the last of them, sir.

The warehouse is now completely sealed off.

We have three units ready to move in,

and another three units to block access roads once Rasheed arrives.

Or as back-up, if necessary.

Good.

Are they all well clear of the building?

I don't want Rasheed frightened off.

Nobody is closer than a block away, sir, except Dempsey, of course.

How reassuring!

Rasheed doesn't have a lot to lose if it comes to a shootout.

Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Mm, but if it does...

He'll need a bloody army to get out of there.

'Charlie 2 to control.

'They've made it to the warehouse.

'Looks like there are three in the first vehicle.

'Female driver.

'Four in the second, over.'

Roger, Charlie 2.

Sounds like he has got an army.

That should make it interesting.

When we move in...

..watch out for yourself.

It could get a bit lively.

Yes, sir. And remember, you're with me now, not Dempsey.

No unnecessary risks.

Give the order.

Control to all units.

Move in. Over and out.

It's here!

Nice and easy.

Let's get up together.

What do you want me to do, knit?

I don't know what you're so worried about.

It's just a scratch.

They've been in there over an hour.

It's a big scratch.

I thought you were meant to wait for us.

Now, don't you start.

The Chief gets hit, and right away my fault?

It just strikes me as more than coincidence that every time...

Every time what? Excuse me.

Every time you're around, World War III explodes.

You want to hear an explosion, lady? Excuse me.

What? I'm sorry.

You may see him now.

He's lost a lot of blood.

He's heavily sedated.

Don't stay too long.

Aw.

Sleeping like a baby.

Sir, it's Harry, Sir.

Can you hear me?

Looks kind of cute. I can't imagine it.

In a couple of days he'll be back to his old grouchy, son-of-a...

Dempsey...

Hi, Chief, you feeling better?

Cute... I think the word was.

What a fascinating tale you tell, Inspector.

What a dangerous life you lead.

I do hope that arm isn't painful.

Letting you crawl back under your stone pains me more, Redgrave.

That's it?

That's all we do, just slap his wrist?

Leave him alone with me for five minutes.

Really, Mr Dempsey?

You know I took you for a gangster?

I wasn't very far wrong, was I?

Until the next time, Redgrave.

Oh, er...

we will be looking into Mr Yassin's banking arrangements.

Who knows what might come up, eh?

Such a pity you can't stay for tea, Inspector.

It's rather a nice Early Grey mixture.

What you got there?

Frankenthal porcelain.

Quite rare.

Can I see?

Well, do be careful with that, won't you?

It's 200 years old.

That old?

Whoa.

Wouldn't want to drop this.