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Argh!

Do you wanna do it? Uh-uh.

Charlie five to control.

We've been here all night, the stakeout's a big zilch.

'Do you want to come in?'

Yeah. We wanna come in.

Fancy a drink, Governor?

Forget the Academy Award, huh? It's a bum tip.

Oh, super. Thank God for that.

Oof. Pfft, Jimmy, you don't half smell.

Whoa.

Dear girl, one aims for the authentic.

Authentic, huh? What was it you rubbed on your body?

Drive on.

Huh? Keep driving.

What's up? Keep moving.

I just spotted a nasty pimp. Name of Edwin Shore.

Does a nice side-line in drugs, as well.

Shall we dickle him? Brighten up the morning.

You know, Faith baby, today, I'm gonna be rich.

You're rich already. Crazy child.

There's someone in the alley. It's only a drunk.

Are you the guy I'm supposed to meet?

I sure am.

So, we'd better do business, then. Yeah.

OK. Here's what I want.

Police. Stop, or I shoot.

Who did it?

The guy got away.

I mean, we were on to him pretty fast, but...

guess he was lucky.

Unlike Detective Sergeant Bartholomew.

Or, perhaps, the pair of you are just slipping.

No one expected... Then you are slipping.

Every time a copper pulls a...

a jaywalker...

he should think it through.

I suggest you were both tired.

You'd just completed a long stakeout which proved to be a time waster...

Sir...

..you were both totally switched off.

Oh, cut the bull.

Jimmy was slow to shoot and that's why he's laid on a slab.

OK.

OK.

Whose is this shoe? Edwin Shore had a girl with him.

It was still warm when we found it.

I bet it was.

A black girl, probably one of his hookers.

What makes you think that?

8am, guy like a deceased, dressed as he was.

Walking where? A prayer meeting.

Any fingerprints on that gun, Sir? No, the shotgun's clean.

12 gauge.

So are the shells.

Looking for a male Caucasian, average height, average build.

That covers about 60 villains in our precinct.

Precinct?!

I thought I'd make him feel at home.

OK.

Go find me the girl.

And find me the killer.

I want everybody on the streets.

Jimmy Bartholomew...

was one of us.

There's something wrong. What?

That guy with the shotgun.

Too quick, too cool. Somehow, he doesn't fit into this.

Look, it's two pimps fighting over a few tarts, or...

..a piece of territory, or whatever. No way.

There something wrong, I can smell it.

Hm. Well, while you smell it,

I'm going to shower and change my clothes.

Yeah, don't forget to shave.

Chas, I need a favour. What?

Jimmy Bartholomew's personal file ASAP.

No red tape. Can do?

OK. Thanks, I appreciate that.

See you later.

Be good.

Have you got enough money? Sure.

Are you doing anything about three?

Oh, I've got that American. The accountant.

On your way, drop into Luigi's, St John's Wood.

Luigi's bad news, Billy. I told him you'd do him a favour.

How's he paying?

A couple of lines.

OK.

See you, then.

One minute my... Edwin's standing there,

then this man blasts him.

Do you know who he is? He's a trick I pulled at the club.

I don't know his name.

Or why, or anything. Ssh.

I was right. Again?

Still. About what?

I remembered Jimmy telling me he had specialist training.

He certainly had.

Yeah, well, I've never seen weapons training like this.

Look at this. Where the hell is it?

Here.

Look at the scores on reflex testing.

Wow. He was a crack shot. That's right.

The guy who took him out was no cheap hood.

That gun was custom-built and untraceable.

An expensive class act like that to take out a nobody pimp,

that's what's wrong with this.

What are you doing here?

Billy. What's she doing here?

Did you hear about Edwin? Yeah?

So, who's gonna be looking after you now?

Uh, Faith thought maybe you might.

It's gonna cost bundles to set you up in decent clothes, innit?

All right. You can come with me, doll.

You do what I told you, remember?

Well, do it, now.

First of all, you're gonna tell me the truth.

I wanna know why Edwin was killed, OK?

The subject's just leaving.

She's driving a gunmetal Porsche,

registration Kilo Lemur Papa 261 Victor. Over.

According to criminal records, Edwin Shore owned half this company.

Partner? An Italian, name of Picasso.

Picasso, I've heard that name before.

OK, OK.

What do you want? We want a minicab.

They got taxis on the street.

Yes, well, we specifically want one of your minicabs.

To go where? Edwin Shore's.

I never heard of him.

Now, listen to me, pig breath, the lady and I are police officers.

Would you show him the little thing, please.

Certainly. Thank you.

I... I don't know, I don't know anything.

Who shot your partner? Partner?

Yeah, Edwin Shore.

Sir, please, I got a bad heart. You got a what?

Bad heart.

You're in a lot better shape than Edwin.

Eddie, I...

he was what you'd call a sleeping partner.

Ah, he never come here, but to collect his money.

You paid protection? Yes, but it's all legal.

Legal extortion, this I've got to hear.

Simple.

Edwin Shore forced Mr Picasso here to make him a partner, 50-50 share.

It is the way she said.

That don't make you chief mourner at his funeral.

You've got a motive, friend.

Yeah, well, there's always another one, huh?

Ain't that the truth. Where did he live?

With Faith. So should we all.

Faith McColl, she's one of his girls.

Write it down. Si.

Thank you. Who shot your partner? Madonne!

On my mother's confirmation gown,

I don't know what Eddie's business is.

We'll be back. Yeah, don't leave town, Picasso.

You still want a cab?

Ciao.

Did you do that? No.

Here's a happy group.

What is it?

This other girl.

Do you know her? Yes.

Tiffany Grace, we were at school together.

Freeze! Police.

Run for it, doll!

Hold it! Unarmed, pal.

You don't wanna get done for manslaughter, do you?

Come on!

I should've shot him.

Logic tells me it must be the same man.

It wasn't.

Look, somebody blew away Edwin Calvin Shore, a pimp.

Somebody paid a visit to his knock...

..to his number-one girl's pad a few hours later,

before taking it on the toes.

Same outfit. But it's not the same man.

Why are you both so sure?

Only one person got a proper glimpse of the killer,

that was young Jimmy. And he's croaked.

Well, the first guy was a killer, the second wasn't.

We'd be lying in there donating our blood to the carpet.

Spikings, Sir.

Harry. Yeah.

I ran a check on that name. Tiffany Grace.

Anything? Yeah.

The drugs squad have had her under surveillance.

They're on a stakeout at St John's Wood.

How was that for you?

Marginally more fun than falling off a subway platform.

I like that, that's honest.

My compliments to Billy.

Would you tell him the next delivery will be next month, huh?

Next month, OK.

Billy said you had a couple of lines for me.

Oh?

Billy said that?

Sure.

Until next time, then.

Harry! Tiffany, hi.

How are you doing? Fine, how are you?

Fine. What are you up to these days?

Oh, this and that. What about you?

Well, I joined the police force, actually.

What?! Funny, isn't it.

It's like this, Tiff, drug bust.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to search your bag, Tiff.

Look, couldn't we do some kind of deal.

Argh!

What's this?

What does it say? You think I'm shooting cement?

You know, babe,

you are proving to be a whole lot of trouble.

Billy. Maybe we should tip off the law.

Anonymous, like.

I mean, this bloke is going to kill a very important man.

We don't want to be accomplices. What is it with you?

I can see now why the bloke was trying to top you.

Oh, is that what you're going to do?

The law could stop him.

I don't inform.

The bloke's a killer. So what?

Everyone's entitled to a living, ain't they?

Oh, Billy, it's not some kind of brotherhood.

The guy killed a cop, they'll never let go.

Oh, so what.

They probably reckon it was you.

Don't you think I know that?

The murdered police officer

lived with his widowed mother in Buckinghamshire.

The police are anxious to question anyone

who was in the vicinity of the shoot...

Well, Amanda, how was the telex room today?

Oh, Daddy, I'm bored stiff.

Couldn't I be PA to someone who travels?

Darling, just because I'm the senior executive,

doesn't mean I can offer you a plum job.

You'll just have to wait your turn.

Anyway, isn't it time you married some unsuspecting guards officer?

I'd rather stick needles in my eyes.

I must fly. I'm taking your brother to the Carlton for supper.

Private room. PM's going to be there.

A far cry from the telex room.

See you.

We're held up, everybody.

FBI are warning to Interpol on New Scotland Yard.

One Joey, "the mouse", Delaney,

has left his haunts in Miami to fly to London.

The whisper is the man is here to carry out a contract.

Victim unknown.

Delaney has 18 pro killings to his credit. Two convictions.

One for speeding in Memphis,

one for turning in a restricted street.

I'll see you later when I've dealt with Tiffany.

Do you want to bow out of this one? On the contrary. I want you to.

Oh, yeah? She's more likely to talk to me.

Oh, girls together and all that.

We're extremely old friends.

So, how come nothing rubbed off, then?

Who do you think taught her everything she knows?

Dempsey. Yeah.

What gives?

Read, study and inwardly digest.

"This man is dangerous."

You know, the bureau still talks like it's the 30s.

The point is, my son, he is dangerous.

He's in London and AC Crime is on my back.

What am I supposed to do?

Just cos I'm another American, I can wander out into the street

and I'll be able to find Joey, the mouse, Delaney, huh?

Pick him out in a crowd.

That's about the height and weight of it.

You'll notice the thinness of the file.

They're not sure he still looks like the man in the photo.

How careless of him. He should've sent some new pictures.

I want more detailed information on his background.

You have contacts at home, make some calls.

I don't do desk work.

You want a bet?

Give us a minute, will you? It's OK.

Listen, Tiff.

Four kilos of heroin is a five-year stretch.

Oh, God.

Does your father know?

He thinks I cook executive lunches.

Oh, Tiffany.

I... I think he could handle the drugs angle,

it's just the other thing.

Look, I don't believe you were pushing the stuff.

I can't see you as a dealer, somehow.

But, Tiffany, what was the sack doing in your car?

It's Billy.

He said the sack was cement for some tiles he's laying.

He really takes pride in his flat.

Who's Billy?

What a mess.

Who's Billy?

My boyfriend.

Is he your pimp? No.

Yeah.

Um...

Is that him, by any chance? No, that's just a punter.

And the other girl, Faith McColl, where's she?

Tiffany.

If I walk out of here without any info,

that's an end to any deal they might do.

Harry, he'll kill her. Who'll kill her?

Tiffany, who'll kill her? The same man who shot Edwin Shore?

Yeah.

He's... He's a pro killer from America.

Faith slept with him three nights ago.

He picked her up at a club.

She said that...

he's been paid some money to kill someone in London.

Said she'd tell her main man.

So, um, she and Edwin tried a little blackmail.

Where is Faith now?

Billy's hidden her away until the heat dies down.

When you kill a cop, the heat never dies down.

Now, where do I find Billy?

Look, do you want him to get shot,

because that's where this is going to end up.

He mentioned a deal.

Maybe it's not Delaney. Oh, give me a break!

What, do you think there's a convention of hitmen in town?

I think the priority right now is to find Faith McColl,

see if we can get an ID on him.

Using the vice squad's prisoner to trace her through Billy.

Is he the man you lost today? Yeah.

Well, I got ousted.

I don't know, who knows?

What are they, like, Sherlock Holmes?

Go for it.

Will your school pal play it straight?

If it's a choice between that and prison, yes.

Hm.

Hm.

I hate to break up this school reunion.

Tiffany, here's what I want you to do.

I want you to go in there and see if your man's in there.

If he is, you tell him that the cops gave you bail

to locate Faith McColl.

And tell him that nobody thinks he shot Edwin Shore,

or the cop this morning. OK?

We'll be here.

If Billy's smart, he'll play ball.

Then both of you can walk away from this.

What are you doing out of jail?

They want to speak to Faith. You have dark rings under your eyes.

So would you if you'd spent all day in a police cell.

You want to tell me about police cells.

Do you want some Filet De Boeuf En Croute?

I'm not hungry.

What I am saying is, there's two cops waiting for you out there.

A Yank and a blonde chick. How do you know?

We, uh, met earlier.

And there's, uh, lou-P de mer. Loup de mer.

They think I killed Edwin. It's crazy.

They know who the killer is.

So, I don't even get to be notorious?

Will you see them?

Where are they?

Come on, let's split.

Billy, you're crazy.

Trust me, babe. We don't need all this.

Come on.

Come on, babe.

You can do it.

This time tomorrow, we'll be in Spain.

I hear the weather's lousy.

Scoot up, Billy boy. All right.

Assaulting two police officers, possession of a firearm,

being a prohibited person,

and that is one that's previously committed a felony,

assisting a prisoner on bail to abscond,

conspiracy to pervert the course of justice,

withholding evidence...

Yeah, dropping litter.

Fouling the footpath and breathing, you get the picture?

Haven't you two got anything better to do?

Hey, you're in deep trouble, Mack.

Can I put my arms down? Yeah, go ahead.

A friend of mine got murdered.

I'm not gonna see somebody else get murdered,

because you won't talk.

Now, my Zen master... told me it's remarkably difficult

to pick up your teeth with two broken arms.

Maybe we can... do a deal.

Yeah.

You take me to Faith McColl right now,

or complain from the prison hospital.

You've got a deal.

That's him.

What name did he use? Oh...

..Allison. Johnnie Allison.

He's going to kill someone. He told you that?

No.

What did he do, talk in his sleep, or did you read his pockets?

He had 50,000 wrapped in his belt.

I figured he wouldn't miss one, or two.

How do you know he's going to kill someone?

I saw his gun.

The paper around the money had a name...

..and a date, the 19th, written on it.

Edwin figured that sort of money made him a real bad dude.

That was smart.

He said he'd pay six, or 7,000 more to get us off his back.

That was stupid.

Who's he going to kill?

What was the name on that piece of paper?

Uh... I don't remember.

Great.

It gives us a day to find out.

No, this is not a personal call.

Yes, it's person... Well, it's the same difference.

All right, whatever.

I want to talk to Sergeant Sam Rice, homicide,

Miami Police Department, Florida, USA.

All right, I'll hold.

Thank you, Chief, don't mind if I do.

Rice. Dempsey, NYPD.

How are you doing, man? What's life like in New York?

Life is hard, then you die.

Listen, where've you been? I've been trying you all night.

Well, I've been busy. What can I do for you?

Sam, are you still the man of contract killers in the state?

'If there's anything I don't know, they just bound the first gun.'

The name is Delaney. 'Joey the mouse.'

That dude?

He's supposed to be in London. England.

'The bureau is sweating acid rain over here.'

They contacted you on this, Sam?

Damn old homicide cop, what do you think?

I need to hear his MO. 'The dude gets in real close.

'Relies on total surprise to get clear.'

Also, he's got a weakness for ladies of the night.

Just before a contract, you know what I mean.

Anything else, Sam?

Who has he worked for for the past few years?

Lots of people. Lots of people.

I need to hear them all.

That's it. It's all a bit hazy, OK?

I suppose you were half stoned at the time.

Huh, yeah, so what? It keeps you sane.

Are you sure there's nothing else?

It was a long night, you just learn not to remember.

All right, now, two men,

anything rings a bell, give me a sign, all right?

Art Daley. No.

You're sure?

Can't read my own writing here. Phil Barton.

No.

Al Coster.

Al Coster. Think about it.

Al Coster, was that the name on the paper?

Al Coster. Yeah, it was.

Yeah, it was, are you sure it was?

Give me a sign here, Al Coster! Yes, it was! I'm sure.

Right.

I'll run a priority check with Interpol on this Coster.

If he's got any interests to protect here,

they'll know all about it.

Don't say a word, it was nothing.

Stay very still.

Albert Frank Coster.

An American from New York. Now living in London.

We have reason to believe he's the Mafia's European connection

with casino interests here.

Fraud squad recently picked up him and his company

on a tax evasion charge, in the tune of, wait for it...

..£3 million.

The trial starts today.

Star witness is one Charles Radley, Governor of the Bank of England.

His evidence should close down the mob's casino interests in the UK

and put Coster away for 15 long ones.

Who's that?

Dammit!

Radley is already on his way to the trial.

Hitting the star witness on the first day of the trial,

it's real cute.

It might just discourage a few others from giving evidence.

'Control to Charlie five, over.' Charlie five here, come in, control.

Radley is travelling in a black Daimler.

Registration number November Sierra 3843.

At present, they're moving north along New Cross Road.

You should meet them at the Filmer Road intersection.

The driver has been advised there might be trouble.

Back-up is on its way. Over and out.

Bloody Yanks running about, they're all over the... place.

It's meant to be an unmarked car, Sir.

What's the difference? Pull over.

Are we pleased to... Go!

Are you all right, Sir? Yes, I think the driver's hurt.

Take care of them.

You're facing the wrong direction. Get in the back, snooty.

Don't sweat this, I'm magic with big cars, they're in my blood.

That wasn't funny, Dempsey.

Come on, Daimler, yeah! We've lost him.

Back there.

Shall we close the gap, Harry? Oh, let's, Dempsey.

I've got to hand it to you, Makepeace.

Hand what to me, Dempsey? The way you handled Tiffany.

We must speak to Spikings about that,

see what we can do for her.

That's nice, helping an old school chum.

Harry, another one of your alumna?

Shalima, hi.

Hi, Harry, how are you?

This is Dempsey.

Hi.

Where is this school?