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[Engine starts]

Woman: John?

John...

I'm so glad I caught up
with you.

Yeah. Well, I'm in a bit
of a hurry Ms. Wilson.

Wilson: John, I have some news

that might be
of interest to you.

John: Yeah,
but if I miss the ferry,

I'm gonna be late
for work.

Another time, Ms. Wilson.

[Gulls squawking]

My name is John Rollings.

I've been riding this
old ferry boat for 22 years

from Staten Island to Manhattan
and back again in the evening.

That is, if I'm not
working nights,

and in my line of work, that
occurs more often than not.

Over the years, I kept thinking

I should have
moved into the city.

Most everybody thought I would
when my wife died 6 years ago,

but I couldn't make the break
from Staten Island.

Besides, that's
where my clothes are.

There's no lady in my life
right now,

except that one over there, and
although I do love to see her,

she's only passing acquaintance.

You probably wonder what I do.

If you haven't already guessed,
I'm a cop,

a detective actually,
and that might sound exciting,

but after 22 years,
I'm still waiting

for the headline
with my name in it.

Morning, Brendan.

Brendan: Come on.
We got to hustle.

John: You hustle. I plod.

Brendan: Hey, you hear
about Larry Pergoff up at 39?

John: What, the new kid?

Brendan: Yeah, young hotshot,

busted a counterfeit ring
Uptown.

John: Mm-hmm.

Brendan: Yeah. Big headlines.

John: How come we never read
about any old hotshots?

[Car horn honks]

Brendan: Look at this guy,
drives like my grandmother.

This makes me crazy.

You know we're not gonna
make it on time.

The hooker's gonna come and go.

John: Yeah, tragedy,

another penny-ante criminal
slips the clutches of the law.

Brendan: John, John,
don't do that, all right?

It's against regs. Please.

John: Brendan,
no guts, no glory.

Just step on it, OK?

[Siren]

[Siren stops]

[Car horn honks]

[Bell rings]

Hi. Rollings, 21st, Thomas.
You Rosencrantz?

Rosencrantz: Yeah.
I hope you guys appreciate this.

I mean, there's no law
says I had to call.

John: Yeah. I'll put you up
for a citation, OK?

John: The hooker show up yet?

Rosencrantz: Any time now.

Brendan: Could we just
see the stuff, please?

Rosencrantz:
Said there was more.

I said to bring it in
this morning, we deal.

Brendan: Yeah. It checks.

This is from the boost
on 74th and Park.

Rosencrantz: Is there some kind
of a reward or something?

John: You have the gratitude
of your fellow New Yorkers?

Is there some place where
we can wait without being seen?

Rosencrantz: Follow me.

[Gate creaks]

John: Very nice.

Rosencrantz: Wise guys.

You try to do the right thing,
and then there's no thanks,

nothing, just work.

I'm gonna close it up someday.
That's what I'm gonna do.

John: You know, this is what
keeps me in police work--drama.

Brendan: Hey, John, you're
killing me with that pipe.

John: So don't breathe.

[Door opens]

[Bell rings]

Brendan: It's a blond kid
in tight, leather pants.

It's not the hooker.
Why'd you give me the high sign?

Wake up and smell the coffee,
Brendan. Freeze. Police.

Man: Wonderful.

Where do you work out?

Brendan: Knock it off.

Man: Listen. I could
give you something.

Brendan: Yeah. I bet you could.

Man: I didn't steal that stuff,
all right?

John: Yeah. Listen, kid.
You heard your rights.

You talk, you roll the dice.
There's no guarantees.

Man: I see this guy Wally
once or twice a month, you know,

when he's got the buckeroos.

I saw him two days ago,

and that's when he gave me
the stuff as a present.

He knows I love nice things.

John: Yeah. You didn't know
it was stolen, right?

Man: I didn't ask
for a receipt, OK?

Anyway, we had our little party,
and he was drunk and snowblind,

and he starts bragging, like,
to impress me, you know,

tells me these presents
are nothing compared

to what he promised me--a Jaguar
just like his partner drives.

Is that rich?

John: What is this,
a kaffeeklatsch? Get in the car.

Man: Wait. Listen.
They're planning something, man.

They're planning
something really big.

If I tell you, I want your word

that you'll talk
to your people for me.

John: What kind of something,
how big?

Man: Promise?

John: See what I can do.
What are we talking about?

Man: Diamonds,
12.5 million scoots' worth.

John: Why don't you
get in the car, son?

Man: 12.5 million, man.
I'm not lying.

[Car door closes]

John: You never know.

Brendan: John.

[Engine starts]

Man: You've got a trick boy
with a head full of smoke

and a pocketful
of stolen goods

singing you a song
about diamond heist,

and you want to put it
on the hit parade.

John: Granted, it's a reach,
but the facts jibe.

The Heritage Gallery Uptown
is holding a diamond auction

in 10 days,
12.5 million worth.

Now, the kid says
these guys have a woman

inside the gallery
working with them.

Is it gonna hurt to check?

Man: John, please.
You got real work to do.

Forget about it.

John: Give me 24 hours.

If we don't turn something,

we'll go back
to your nickels and dimes.

Man: You believe him?

John: If it pans out,

it could be the biggest
diamond heist in history.

Man: Hundred bucks
it's all smoke.

John: Covered.

Man: You got 24 hours.

John: Yeah. I told the kid
I'd see if the D.A.'d deal.

Man: You come up
with something solid,

we'll then talk to the D.A.

Meanwhile, that kid
spends a little vacation time

in the slammer.

Brendan: [Clears throat]

John: You get some bad news
between there and here

that I missed?

Brendan: Think about it, John.
This is nuts.

This Wally character's
a third-rate burglar

who has to buy company.

Now, do you really think
he can pull a job like this?

John: You know, some people
aren't afraid to dream big.

That's what made
this country great.

Hi. Looking for Jerry Donohoe.

Jerry: I'm Donohoe.

You Rollings?

John: Yeah.
My partner Brendan Thomas.

Jerry: I got your message,
and it's bull, pure bull.

As head of security,
I run a tight ship here.

John: Well, I don't doubt that

but we're just a couple
of working stiffs doing our job,

so I guess the sooner
we can talk to your ladies,

the quicker we'll be
out of your hair.

Jerry: All right, but I don't
want to start a panic.

John: Well, we'll kid-glove
it all the way, OK?

How many women
do you have working for you?

Jerry: 19 including janitorial.
You're gonna be here all day.

John: Looks like it.

Jerry: Waste of time,
believe me.

Brendan: I understand
exactly how you feel, Ms. Valin,

that the streets
are vicious these days.

May I suggest you take
a different way to work--

then you don't have to pass by
the construction site--

because, unfortunately,
my partner and I

don't handle
sexual harassment cases.

Valin: Oh.

Brendan: Well, we have
everything we need,

and we won't
trouble you anymore.

Thank you.

Valin: No trouble at all. Fruit?

Brendan: No, thank you.

Valin: You?

John: Uh, thanks.
I'm trying to diet.

You know, actually,
I am gonna have banana.

Thank you.

Valin: You're welcome.

Jerry: Could be dangerous, huh?
Ma Barker was no spring chicken.

John: Who's next?

Jerry: Right here--
Tara Holden.

[Knocks on door]

Ms. Holden, these men
are police officers--

Detectives Rollings and Thomas.

They'd like a word.

Tara: Did I forget
to pay a traffic ticket?

John: Nothing like that,
Ms. Holden.

Thanks, Jerry.

Well, this is beautiful work.

Tara: This is very mysterious.

John: Oh, not really.
It's just a routine procedure.

I wasn't aware
the Heritage Gallery

dealt in such a variety
of precious antiques.

Tara: We do.

John: Heh.

So many beautiful things,
so little time, huh--

Tara: Mm.

John: furnishings, art...

astonishing.

I mean, this is fantastic.

Tara: Yes. It is, isn't it?

John: Very beautiful.

Tara: Yes. Was there
something in particular

you wanted to talk to me
about, Detective?

I have work to do.

John: Oh, we won't
keep you, Ms. Holden.

It's just that I can't get over
all these beautiful things.

You know a man named Wally?

Tara: Wally?
I don't believe so. Should I?

John: Well, not unless
you're planning

to help him rob this gallery.

Tara: You found me out,
Detective.

I keep a stocking mask
in my top drawer

and the machine gun's
over there in my cupboard.

You are joking.

John: Are you?

How long have you worked here?

Tara: My God, you are serious.

I started work
January of this year.

Look. Mr. Donohoe
can tell you all about me.

He did a background check

that would have given me
a CIA clearance, and--

John: Are we making you nervous?
You seem kind of tense.

Tara: Well, I am a bit edgy.

I'm late on a deadline,

and I'm a falling farther behind
as we speak.

I don't know anyone named Wally,
but if I do run into a Wally,

I promise,
you'll be the first to know.

[Lighter clicks]

I'm sorry to have seemed
inhospitable.

John: Not at all.

It was a pleasure
meeting you Ms. Holden.

Be sure to buy a permit
for that machine gun.

Tara: Ha! OK.

Brendan: Thanks for your time,
Ms. Holden.

Tara: I wish I could have been
more help to you.

Is the gallery
really going to be robbed?

John: Life's full of surprises.

Brendan: Heh.

[Ding]

Jerry: So?

John: Nothing.

Jerry: I could've told you that.

Matter of fact, I did.

Brendan: Hey, John,

I'm sorry this thing
didn't work out with you.

I really am.

John: Eh, don't fold
till it's your turn.

That Holden woman knows more
than she's letting on.

Brendan: Come on.

There's nothing about that
woman that doesn't spell class.

She's pretty good-looking, too.

John: Yeah, but I've been
waiting for a case like this

for 22 years.

Brendan:
I understand that, John,

but there's nothing about
the woman that even suggests

that she could be involved
with something like this.

Face it.
You just want it too bad.

John: She said she was
up against a deadline.

She was a little edgy,
chain-smoking, a little...

There was only one cigarette
in her ashtray.

She didn't get nervous
till we showed up.

Brendan: Do you think
maybe she emptied the ashtray

before we got there?

John: I think 12.5 million
can bend the classiest person.

Call it a hunch, OK?

Brendan: Whatever you say.

Excuse me.

The kid said that Wally's
partner drives a red Jag, right?

Brendan: Yeah.

Must be his main squeeze, huh?

John: Or maybe he's
that deadline she mentioned.

Brendan: You want
to follow them?

John: No.

I want to run that Jag
through the computer.

Well, Tara Holden's boyfriend

is one of your basic
unsavory types.

You still think
I'm howling in the dark?

Brendan:
Oh, come on. Don't gloat.

I hate when you do that.

John: Huh.
You know, I am starved.

Come on.
You can buy me some cholesterol.

Brendan: Can we go someplace

where you don't have
to sit on stools?

John: Ha!

[Ship's horn blows]

Man: I said 24 hours.
It's been 24 hours.

I want a hundred bucks.

John: We got a real possible
here, Lieutenant.

Give me till dark to work her.
I'll make it double or nothing.

Lieutenant: How possible?

Brendan: The gallery's PR lady,
she's involved with a guy

who has a couple of priors
for receiving hot property.

His name is Edward Lopata.

He did two years
at Dannemora in '81.

The girl's name is Tara Holden.
She checks clean.

Lieutenant: 7:00, John,
something with some spine

in it this time,
or this one's history.

John: Thank you, Lieutenant.

By the way,
don't count your money yet.

Listen. Take some personal time.

I want to waltz with her
cheek to cheek.

Brendan: Yeah. I bet you do.

John: Give me an hour.

[Car horns honk]

[Knocks on door]

Tara: Come in.

Hello, Detective...

John: Rollings, John Rollings.

How you doing
with that deadline?

Tara: This job
is nothing but deadlines.

I really am very busy,

so if you could tell me
what I could do for you...

John: That's quite an eye
you got.

Eddie give that to you?

Tara: I don't see that
that's any of your business,

and I'd like you to go now.

Perhaps I better call my lawyer.

John: Maybe you'd better.

You can tell him,
you're under investigation

for conspiracy
to commit grand theft.

It's a felony.

He can meet us
at the 21st Precinct.

[Click click click]

Here, Tara.

Feel like a cup of coffee?

I mean, I know a little place
that's close by.

It's nice and quiet.

We could talk,
may be way out of this.

Tara: I don't know what
you're talking about.

John: You really do have
your priorities screwed up.

You know that, Tara?
Is he worth it?

Tara: [Exhales]

No.

He's an animal.

[Sobs]

He said he'd pour drain cleaner
down my throat and--

Oh, God. Oh...

[Sobbing]

Oh, God...

John: It's OK.

Tara: We met a month
after I started work

on the first of February.

He'd come in nearly every day
on his lunch hour.

We started dating,

and I fell in love with him.

About 3 weeks ago,
he told me

what he was going to do
and how I was going to help him

and what he'd do to me
if I didn't.

I tried to talk him
out of it last night,

told him we would
never pull it off.

He gave me this
as a sample of what I'd get

if I tried to back out.

John: So he doesn't know
we've been asking around.

You think I'd be
sitting here if he did?

We're gonna take him down,
you and me.

No. He'll think
I turned against him.

He'll think I sold him out.
He'll come after me.

John: Not as long as he thinks

everything is going
according to plan.

Look. He needs you
to make this thing work,

so as long as he needs you,
you're safe.

You let him think
you're still playing ball.

If you walk now, he's gonna know
something's wrong.

The only chance you got's
to help us nail him.

How much you know
about his game plan?

Tara: Nothing, I swear to God.

He said, he'll tell me what
to do when he wants me to do it.

He doesn't like questions.

John: So tell me
about the auction.

Tara: It's the 16th,
invitation only, 10 diamonds.

John: That's it?

I mean, I heard the figure
12.5 million.

Tara: The Whitehall Diamond
alone is worth over 6 million.

Haven't you heard of it?

John: No.

Tara: 72.4 carats.

It's one of the largest
privately-held stones

in the world.

Woman: Do you like
some more coffee?

John: Fine.
Tara: No, thank you.

No one's supposed to know
it's in the auction.

That was part of the deal made
with the elderly, English woman

who owns it, no publicity.

She's a total recluse.

The diamond hasn't been seen
publicly since 1939.

It's all been kept very secret.

John: So how did Eddie find out?

Tara: I don't know,
but he knows.

Will I be arrested?

John: I'll tell the D.A.
you're working with us.

My bet is immunity
in exchange for testimony.

If anything goes wrong,
you'll have protection.

Tara: If something goes wrong,
I'll be dead.

John: Interview
with suspect Holden

concluded. 11:07 A.M.

She was advised to keep us
informed of any and all contact

with Eddie Lopata,
et cetera, et cetera.

Lieutenant: You're
a smug mother, you know?

What do I owe you, a hundred?

John: Think it was
double or nothing.

Lieutenant: Double?
That's 200.

John: I'll put it on your tab.

Lieutenant:
How big's my tab now?

John: I don't know,
5, 10 grand tops.

Lieutenant: And I'll
never get to retire. Listen.

How far is this Holden woman
willing to go?

John: Far as it takes
to stay out of jail.

I've already talked to Grossman
in the D.A.'s office.

He'll deal.

Lieutenant: Then I guess
you better brief the chief.

John: [Scoffs]

Lieutenant: Brendan,
I want you to do me a favor.

I want you to birddog him, eh?

Anything, anything
that he tells the chief,

I want you to tell me.

You got it?

Brendan: Why do I always
have to be the grown-up?

John: ♪ Day, he said, "Day-o" ♪

♪ Forget days
'cause you doing years ♪

♪ Day ♪

♪ He said, "Day," he said,
"Day," he said ♪

♪ "Well, forget the days, boy,
'cause you doing years" ♪

♪ The beautiful diamonds
are in the gallery ♪

♪ Daylight come,
and the bad man failed ♪

♪ 'Cause cops are waiting
in the alleyway ♪

♪ See the bad man,
he go to jail ♪

♪ Day, he said, "Day-o" ♪

♪ Forget days ♪

♪ You doing years ♪

♪ Day ♪

♪ He said, "Day," he said,
"Day," he said ♪

♪ "Well, forget days, boy,
'cause you'll do years" ♪

Wilson: John, I have to ask you,
are you busy tonight?

My recently widowed niece, who's
still young and very attractive,

is coming out to supper tonight.

I told her all about you.

John: Yeah. Well, I'm I think
I'm gonna be staying in town

tonight, Ms. Wilson.

Wilson: John, you need
female companionship.

It's not healthy for a man
like you to go on like that--

all alone,
playing all that crazy music

till all hours of the night.

John: Well, I'm sorry
if that kept you awake.

Wilson: John would your
Melissa--God rest her soul--

want you living out your days

with Harry Belafonte
for company?

Come on, John.

Melissa's been gone
for six years.

A man your age,
still young and vital--

John: Look.
I'm sorry, Ms. Wilson.

I'm working on
something important.

I don't want to miss the ferry.

Wilson: Harry Belafonte.

He could at least play
Irving Berlin.

Man: Hey, funeral today, John?

John: Worse--the chief.

Man: Woman called for you
earlier, John.

I wrote it down.
She says it's important.

Here it is. No.

This--no.

John: Was this Holden,
Tara Holden?

Man: I wrote it down,
very important, she says.

Here. Have a Danish.
You look thin, John.

John: Thank you, Nuzat.
Ha! They're green.

Nuzat: Ah, here it is--
a Tara Holden,

call important,
Heritage Gallery.

I knew I'd find it.

John: You're a prince.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Tara: Yes?

John: Tara, John Rollings.

Tara: I'm glad you called.

He wants the floor plans
to the gallery,

the alarm systems,
and the safe's location.

John: That's good. It's good.
Did you give it to him?

Tara: Yes.

John: Are you OK?

Tara: I'm scared, really scared.

Are you sure
this is the only way?

John: It's the only way
the D.A.'ll play.

Look. Everything
is gonna be fine.

You just relax.

I'll come by
to see you later, OK?

Thanks, Nuzat.

Well, you're obviously ready.

Brendan: Thanks.

John: So let's go.

Incidentally, Eddie Lopata,

wants Tara to fork over
the floor plans.

I think she's running
a little scared.

Brendan: Hey, don't worry
about her. She's a gutsy lady.

John: Mm-hmm.

Brendan: You know,
I really hate this.

John: Eh, relax, OK?

Brendan: Yeah?
Well, my palms are all sweaty.

I feel like a kid going
to the dentist's office.

John: Ha!
Well, if you play cards right,

you might get your photo taken
with the chief,

be something to show your
as-yet-unborn generations.

Brendan: You know, your suit
smells like mothballs.

John: Doesn't get out much.

Walter: Good. Good, solid
police work, gentleman. Yes.

Your contact
with this Holden woman

appears to be bearing fruit.

Do you have this Pilada--

Brendan: Lopata.

Walter: Lopata person
under surveillance?

Brendan: No, sir,
so far, no direct contact.

John: We're taking
our cues from Tara--Ms. Holden.

Walter: Oh, well you should.
Well you should.

Yes. Well, all right.

Now let's put this on the front
burner, gentlemen, huh?

Yeah. This appears to be much
more than a conspiracy case.

Oh, my, yes. Yeah.

Well, if we handle this right,

we can bust this bunch
in the act,

drop the hammer on them

while they're committing
the very robbery.

Ye--

Do you realize what this
could mean to this department

in the way of public
trust and confidence, hmm?

I mean, the press,
the media will go wild.

"NYPD foils
largest diamond heist."

John: Am I understanding you
correctly, sir?

Are you suggesting we allow them
to rob the gallery?

Walter: Yes. Of course.
That's exactly right.

We'll be right there
waiting for them

to catch them
with the pants down.

No. We cannot waste

an opportunity like this,
gentlemen.

No, no.

With the Holden woman
inside the gang,

why, we'll know
every move they make.

It's foolproof.

Thank you very much, gentlemen.
We'll take it from here.

We need the very best men
we can get on this job.

Johnson...

John: Sir...

with all due respect, sir,
it is our case.

We turned it.

We'd like to stay with it,

and I think I should head
the special team.

Walter: Oh, you do?

Well, you're not a man who's
plagued by self-doubts,

are you, hmm?

John: Tara Holden is the wheel
this whole thing turns on,

and I have established
a relationship with her.

Now, if I am not involved,
I doubt she will be.

Walter: She's so fond of you,
she'd rather face prison

than be denied
the pleasure of your company.

Is that what
you're telling me, hmm?

John: She trusts me.

You cut me loose,
she's gonna panic.

Without her total cooperation,

this thing
is never gonna come off.

I'd like to put together
my own team with men

from the 21st, sir,
men that I know and trust.

Walter: Who the hell
do you think you are, mister?

John: I wouldn't ask
for this responsibility

if I wasn't damn sure
I could handle it, sir.

If I don't perform
satisfactorily, I'll step aside.

You have my word on it.

Walter: You'll report
directly to me...

and, Rollings, if you screw up,

there won't be a hole
deep enough to hide in.

You're excused.

Brendan: Well, Yeah. Yeah. Oh...

[Ding]

[Knocks on door]

[Door opens]

John: Hi.

Tara: Hi.

John: You OK?

Tara: Yeah, a little shaky,
but I'm all right.

You look very sharp,
Mr. Rollings.

John: Thank you.
Like I say, dress for success.

My chief has put me in charge
of this investigation.

Tara: That's wonderful, John.

John: Yeah.

Now all I got to do is convince
your boss to get in the game.

The eye looks a lot better.

Tara: The power of makeup.

John: Yeah.

This is for you.

Tara: How sweet of you.

It--it's lovely. It's--

John: It's an ashtray.
I made it myself...

Tara: Oh.

John: just a token
of my appreciation

for everything you're doing.

Tara: Oh, I'm touched, really.
I'll always treasure it.

John: We better go up,

don't want to keep
the man waiting.

Tara: Yeah.

Man: Am I to understand, sir,
that you expect me

to furnish these thieves
with the very tools they need

to rob this gallery?

John: Yes, sir.
That's a bottom line, sir.

We feel that it's the best way--

Man: This is preposterous,
and I don't like at all

your using Ms. Holden
as an informant,

exposing her to that risk.

Tara: I'm in no danger,
Mr. Exeter,

unless Eddie Lopata realizes
that the police are onto him.

If I don't continue the charade,
there aren't enough cops

in the city to protect me.

John: You can help put these
men where they belong, sir,

behind bars.

Exeter: It's foolhardy.
It's very dangerous.

John: Your diamonds will never
be in jeopardy.

These men are under
constant surveillance,

and Ms. Holden will provide us
with the newest development

in their plan.

It's foolproof.

Of course, there is one
alternative left open to us.

Exeter: Ah. What might that be?

John: Cancel the auction, sir.

Jerry: I run a tight ship here
and have for 6 years.

We've never had a problem,
and I don't appreciate

being kept in the dark on this
after you promised me.

John: That's what
this is about, Jerry.

Mr. Exeter,
we can make this work.

However, if you'd feel better
canceling the auction,

we'll understand.

Exeter: Canceling the auction's
out of the question.

John: I can tell the chief
we have your cooperation?

Exeter: Very well.
We're all at your disposal.

I believe it was Herodotus
who admonished us

that if the world were just,
there'd be no need for valor.

John: Herodotus?

I believe that was Plutarch,

but I really don't have time
to discuss it, very busy.

Thank you.

Tara: Mr. Exeter.

[Door closes]

Brendan: [Exhales]

John: You know,
this Whitehall Diamond

has some kind of history.

Sir Charles Whitehall
bequeathed it

to his mistress in his will.

He was 45 when they met.
She was 17. Ha!

They were lovers right up
until his death in 1938.

Brendan: Well--

John: Ms. Waring must have been
a real scorcher.

Brendan: The wages of sin
pay pretty well.

How old do you think
she is now, about 80?

John: Yeah.

She's a total recluse,
never leaves her estate.

The diamond hasn't been seen
publicly since 1939.

Tara says the terms of the sale
are so secretive--

Brendan: "Tara says."

That's all I've heard lately,
is "Tara says."

You two got something going,
or what?

Look at me.

You old dog, I don't believe it!

She's young enough to be your--

John: Sister. Yeah.
Forget it, OK?

I don't mix business
with pleasure.

Brendan: Well, if I were you,
I'd turn in my badge in

because the lady's hot for you.

God only knows why.

John: Will you come off it?
I mean, you are more her type.

Brendan: All right. I admit it.

I'm jealous,
and I'm also impressed

because I never thought
she'd play this hand out.

The lady's got a lot of brass.

How long do you think
before Eddie makes his move

how that he's got
all the goodies?

John: Well, the auction
is just around the corner,

and so are we.

You got anything like a beer
in that vegetable patch

you call a refrigerator?

Brendan:
It's empty calories, pal.

John: Ohh, you know,
this health kick of yours,

it's killing me.

Brendan:
Hey, what are you doing?

John: Look.
Just let me smoke, OK?

I mean, I'm allergic
to the smell of sweat.

Brendan: You can smoke
on the terrace.

John: I will smoke
out on the terrace.

[Piano playing]

Sorry we're late.

Brendan: Yeah.
It couldn't be helped.

Tara: It's on for Monday night,
the 16th.

The Whitehall Diamond
comes in from London on Sunday,

and the rest of the diamonds
will be delivered Saturday.

I'm supposed to let him know
guard schedules,

camera positions.

Brendan: Could you please
start again slowly?

John: Just one step at a time,
every detail, OK?

Take your time.

Tara: [Exhales]

John: According to our source,
the two men

will hide themselves in
this third-floor storage room

when the gallery closes
at 6:30 Monday afternoon.

Now, at 10 P.M. sharp,
they'll exit the storage room,

make their way
across the gallery,

through this corridor,
and into this stairwell.

Emerging on the fourth floor,
they'll make their way

down this corridor
and into Mr. Exeter's office,

and that is where we'll be.

Lopata, driving a panel truck,
will be waiting outside.

Now, we'll have sharpshooters
on the roof

and extra cars
to block the streets,

so we collar the two bad guys
in this fourth-floor office

and Lopata on the street.

Walter: [Coughs]

John: Chief Vadney will be
in personal command,

and I would like at this time
to thank him for his help

in planning
this entire operation.

[Whistle blows]

[Tires screech]

Exeter: Why have we stopped?
Where are we?

Uh, I don't understand.

Eddie: Didn't the cops tell you?

We're robbing your gallery,
and you get to play on our team.

Exeter: I will do no such thing.

Eddie: Perhaps, we should
discuss this with your wife.

Walter: Freeze. Police.

Aah! Hold it!
Hold your fire! I'm hit!

[Tires screech]

[Tires screech]

Walter: Lights! Get the lights!

John: Get the lights.
Idrissi, check those guys.

Nuzat: They're dead.

John: OK. Get the paramedics!
Hold on, Chief.

You're gonna be OK.
They'll be here.

Walter: [Gasping]

Brendan: Um...

John: Nice.

Walter: Ugh, when I catch
the idiot who did this,

I'm gonna hang him up
by his--ugh!

[Siren]

[Indistinct conversation]

Man: Hey, come on. Come on.
Clear the way through here.

[Siren]

Man: He ain't gonna make it.

John: He ain't
Eddie Lopata, either.

Jerry: Rollings,
you got real problems now.

John: Relax, Donohoe.

Your diamonds
are safe and sound.

Jerry: Yeah. Wrong.

We just opened the safe.
All the diamonds are gone.

John: The Whitehall?

Jerry: I said all the diamonds.

John: Ohh...

[Siren]

[Tires screech]

[Tires screech]

John: Thanks.

[Sighs]

What the hell do you mean,
you stole the diamonds?

They were in your safe
in your office in your building,

and you're telling me
you stole them?

Exeter: I'm telling you,
I had to.

They had my wife as a hostage.
They would have killed her.

John: 3 men were killed tonight,

and the chief of detectives
was wounded.

It's too bad
you couldn't warn us

before we went through
this little song and dance.

Exeter: When I returned here
with the diamonds,

they knocked me out
with a pistol butt.

My poor wife was gagged
and bound to our bed.

She couldn't move.

When I came to,
I managed to untie myself,

and then I called the police.

John: This the guy?

Exeter: Yes.

Brendan: Yeah.
I got more good news.

They ran a check
on Tara's apartment.

It's cleaned out. She's gone.

John: My horoscope said this was
gonna be a bad month, but--

Brendan: OK.

Man: Excuse me, nurse.

Can you give us a report
on Chief Vadney?

I mean, how's he really doing?
I mean, it is a serious...

Man: You carved your name
in stone tonight.

You're gonna be famous.

Brendan: Could have been
one of you guys.

Man: Nah. He was
in your line of fire.

Nuzat: It wasn't your fault.

After all, the chief moved
from his original position

in total darkness.

Ha ha ha!

Brendan: I shot the chief
in the keister, John.

I shot him right
in his big, fat...

Man: That there. Yeah.
Here he comes.

Woman: All right.
He's right here.

Man: Doctor?

Doctor: Chief Vadney
is back in his room.

He's conscious, and he's stable.

Is there
a Detective Rollings here?

John: Here.

Doctor: Chief Vadney
would like to see you.

Man: Detective?
Woman: Detective? Sir?

Doctor: Stay with me.

Man: Yes. Wait.
Can we just get one? Sir?

Just one, please?

[Clamoring continues]

John: How you feeling, Chief?

Walter: You gonna need
3 guesses, Rollings?

John: We got an APB out
on Lopata's Jag.

Exeter and his wife are OK,
but they're kind of beat up.

Walter: And the Holden woman?

John: Haven't you heard, sir?

Walter: Yes. I just want
to hear you say it.

John: Gone.

Building super saw her carrying
a suitcase down around 1:00.

Walter: Really?

Uh!

And are we surprised
at this news, hmm?

Do you have any idea

about how the press
is going to handle this, hmm?

If I could get out of this bed,
I would kick you

right where your partner
shot me.

John: Yes, sir.
Is there anything else?

Walter: Yes.
Get the hell out of here.

Uh...

[Gulls squawking]

Brendan: Holden, Tara Marie--

5'10", 115 pounds, brown hair,
hazel eyes--Lopata...

Man: John, John, this just
came in from Connecticut.

They found your red Jag
lying in the surf

a little north of Greenwich,
crack of dawn this morning,

burned to a crisp,
two bodies inside--

one male, one female.

Thanks. Brendan, let's go.

[Snaps fingers]

Brendan: All right. Yeah.

Check all passenger manifests
at JFK

yesterday afternoon
and evening.

Right. Right.

John: Brendan, are you
with me, or what?

Brendan:
Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.

Man: There must have been
a real fireball,

and I figure it come around
that curve up there too fast

and just kind of sailed on off,
and it exploded with impact.

Brendan: What about skid marks?

Man: None. No.

His foot didn't even hit
the brake pedal.

Yeah. We're gonna have
to I.D. them with dental charts.

Oh, they're a couple
of real crispy critters.

You should have seen them.

John: Give me a break, huh?

[Scoffs]

[Sighs]

Brandon...

come here and take
a look at this.

Man: Oh, that sucker's got to be
a full carat, maybe more.

Brendan: And the rest of them
are probably on this beach

or washed out by the tide.

Man: Yeah. Well, that car
landed with terrific impact.

They could be scattered
all over.

John: That'll do wonders
for your tourist trade.

Man: Hey, has he got a problem?

Brendan: Yeah.

What do you think
Lopata did to her

to make her
fold on us like that?

She seemed like
she had it together.

John: Everybody's
got a breaking point.

He found hers.

She trusted me.

Brendan: Hey, John, you don't
get bonus points for guilt.

What, do you think
she'd still be alive

if you hadn't got involved?

Forget it.

Lopata was gonna waste her,
no matter what,

and then ride off
into the sunset.

Now, you can believe that.
You're gonna eat yourself up.

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

Man: Chief Vadney, I see
they took you off the IV.

Does that mean
you're getting better?

Walter: Next question.

Woman: Chief, we were given
the impression

that that stakeout was
to have been an easy operation.

Walter: Who told you that?
I didn't say that.

Man: That it wasn't easy, Chief?

Walter: Easy?
Of course it wasn't easy.

If it would've been easy,
I wouldn't be here.

Woman: Well, has a medical
report been released on you?

Walter: You're a reporter.
Ask the doctor.

Woman: OK. What about the rumor
you're going to be decorated?

Is that true?

Walter: Yes. Yes.
That is correct. Yeah.

The police commissioner
is looking at a giving me

the combat metal.

Next, you in the back.

Man: Chief, the department
press release was rather vague

about the nature of your injury.

In layman's terms, just exactly
where were you hit?

Walter: In the northeast corner
of the room

between the desk
in the safe.

[Laughter]

[Telephone rings]

John: Yeah. Rollings, 21st.

Yes. I was in charge
of the operation,

but I can't comment
at this time.

The investigation's
still continuing.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Well, listen, sir.

Frankly, you're wasting
your time and mine.

That's your idea of joke pal,

I suggest you keep your
smartass remarks to yourself.

Yes. You may quote me.

Vultures.

Brendan: You might want
your lawyer to check out

some of these quotes
by the chief.

The only thing he doesn't
blame you for a personally

is Pearl Harbor.

John: Told you this one
would make me famous.

So this is
the Whitehall Diamond.

Let's take a little ride.

I'll drive.

Brendan: Yeah. Be my guest.

Man: I've seen your badges.

I know you guys are NYPD,

but Mr. Exeter's not
gonna like this one damn bit.

John: Yeah, Yeah.
Keep your shirt on.

Man: Yeah. I could lose my job.

John: Tell you what, pal.

You want to file a complaint
with the commissioner,

my badge number is 3026, OK?

OK.

The Whitehall Diamond has
not been seen since 1939.

How come she's got this photo?

You miserable, lying, little--

Eh...

Woman: Be careful.
He's in a foul humor.

John: Ah. I'm glad
his condition has improved.

Walter: What's so important
it couldn't keep, Rollings?

John: I don't think Tara Holden

was the helpless pawn
of Eddie Lopata, sir.

I think she set the whole thing
up and he was working for her.

Walter: Oh, please. Please.

John: There is a photo
of the Whitehall Diamond

in her office in the gallery.

It's a beautiful photograph
in living color.

Walter: OK. So? So what?

John: Whitehall Diamond
hasn't been seen publicly

since 1939.

Walter: Huh.

John: How did she
get the picture?

Walter: I--

John: Obviously, she had access
to that diamond, sir,

which means that she must have
some connection

with its owner Ruth Waring.

The whole thing is starting
to smell like an Insurance scam.

Walter: An insurance scam?
What are you talking about?

John: Well, let's assume that
the diamond is heavily insured.

Now, this Ruth Waring
arranges the auction,

and she hires Tara to steal
the diamond and bring it back.

This way, Waring ends up
with the diamond

and the insurance money.

Walter: Go on. Go on.

But once Brendan and I
stumbled into it,

Tara knew she couldn't
pull it off.

We'd be watching her...

unless she was a victim.

If she could make us believe
that she was working with us,

she could still make it work.

We'd even help her.

Walter: That's it?
Case closed?

John: Not quite.
What if it wasn't

Tara Holden in that car?

Walter: Oh. Oh. [Chuckles]

Well, Rollings,
it's gonna take many years

for you to work the stink
out of your clothes in this one.

Yeah, I just had a report
on the dental charts.

They match perfectly.

Yeah, the dead woman is
definitely Tara Holden.

Tara Holden. Definitely.

Ah, close the door
on your way out.

Woman on P.A.: Dr. Adams,
please contact Dr. Margolis.

Brendan: Bad?

John: The dental charts match.
It was Tara.

I tell you, you know,
she's smart enough

to figure this whole thing out

and then she buys it
in some corny car wreck.

It's too pat.
Bothers me.

Brendan: OK, what're you
thinking about?

John: Well,
the dead woman was Tara Holden,

but maybe she wasn't
our Tara Holden.

What if she assumed the dead
woman's I.D. from the get-go

and all along her plan
is to snuff the real Tara

if something goes wrong?

Cops don't chase dead women.

Brendan: Yeah, and I can see you
selling that to the chief.

John: Idrissi's got a cousin who
works at the morgue, doesn't he?

Nuzat: What're you afraid of?
We're all policemen.

Man: This could get me
in a lot of trouble.

I could lose my job.

You need a court order.
Permission from next of kin.

Nuzat: If I didn't stick
my neck out for you,

you'd still be peddling rugs
in Syria. Cut.

Man: Mm...the body is
so badly charred.

I can go directly to
the chest cavity.

Brendan: Ah, I'm gonna make
a phone call.

John: Sure.

Man: Hmm. Your suspicions
are correct.

Once we're past
the exterior charring,

clean tissue.

Pink as bubble gum.

John: Thank you.

Chief?

Chief.

[Chief mumbling]
Oh, God, it's you.

John: The dead woman
was not our girl.

Walter: What? What? Ohh...

They've got a great
psychiatric ward here, John.

John: Chief, I've just come
from the morgue.

The dead woman was not a smoker.

Walter: Hmm.
John: Her lung section
is clear as a bell

and Tara or whatever her name is
was a heavy smoker.

The whole thing was a setup.

Walter: Mmm-hmm.

John: Chief, can we run this
the last lap?

Walter: Yeah, yeah.
John: OK.

She assumes
the dead woman's identity

and then after the heist,
she kills

the real Tara and Eddie Lopata.

She stages the car crash,

figuring we'll quit looking
knowing that she's dead.

She scatters a few small
diamonds at the scene,

just for dramatic effect.

Now all the players are dead

and she keeps the rest
of the stones.

Walter: Well, so we lost
a few of the rocks,

but we got the bad guys,
and let's leave it at that.

John: No, no, the lung
section clearly shows--

Walter: Oh, stuff
the lung section.

John: If I don't
follow through on this, Chief,

she'll get away
with the whole thing.

Walter: Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm.

John: OK. I'll cut you a deal.

Walter: You'll cut me a deal?
John: Yeah.

You get me a Jane Doe
fugitive warrant

and clearance from
Scotland Yard,

I'll buy the plane ticket to
London with my own money.

[Chief chuckles]

John: If I'm wrong,
you get my badge.

Walter: You'll take
early retirement?

John: That's right.

Walter: How early?
John: Immediately.

Walter: Congratulations, John.

You cut yourself a deal.

John: Thank you, sir.

Good night, Chief.

Walter: Good-bye, Rollings.

[Chuckling]

John, voice-over: The anger
I felt when I left New York

had turned into jet lag
by the time I landed in London.

Just as well.
Anger wasn't gonna help me.

I was sure
Tara Holden was still alive,

but I didn't know where,

so, my only move was
to contact Ruth Waring,

the owner of
the Whitehall Diamond.

[Horn honks]

Woman: Detective Rollings?
John: Yeah.

Woman: Charlie Lawson.
Detective Sergeant

Charlotte Lawson.
Scotland Yard.

Me mates call me Charlie.
I'm here to collect you.

John: Hi, Charlie.
John Rollings.

How'd you know it was me?

Charlie: I can spot a cop
a mile away.

What happened to your face?

John: Turbulence.

Charlie: Could have fooled me.
We'd better get going.

The chief super's waitin'
to meet you.

John: I can handle it.
Charlie: Oh.

We're here.

You look flippin' awful.
Come here.

John: Aah!

Charlie: I'd go electric, love.

[Tires screech]

The robbery's the talk
of the yard.

That bloke made flipping idiots

out of your whole department,
didn't he?

Who was the genius
who got sucked in then?

John: Me.

Charlie: Ha ha ha!
I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I've got a real knack

for putting me foot in it.

Our papers said the whole
gang wound up dead,

so, why come
chasin' about over here?

John: Following a hunch.
On my own time and money.

Charlie: Everyone was outraged
when Miss Waring

lost her diamond.

She's quite famous
over here in a small way.

John: Mistress who made good.

Charlie: Now, don't be
cynical, Johnny.

She's almost
a national treasure.

The Whitehall legend is one
of our great love stories.

I bet you're not too popular
with your chief right now.

John: I'm pretty sure
he's crossed me off
his Christmas list. Yeah.

Charlie: We'll get on.
The chief super hates my guts.

Oh, hold on a minute.
I got to change me shoes.

John: Why?
Charlie: My chief super would

chew out my you know what
if he caught me in these.

I mean, why can't we wear
comfortable shoes?

I'd like to see him
in a pair of these.

Chief superintendent.

Chief superintendent: Ah,
Detective Rollings.

Chief superintendent Kellogg.

Marvelous man,
your Chief Vadney.

We worked together
before in America.

John: Ah, well, he sends
his best, sir.

Kellogg: Yes, I trust that
he'll be out of hospital soon.

It was a thigh wound, was it?

John: More or less, yes.

Kellogg: Rotten luck,
this business.

Shall we go?

Oh, do join us,
detective sergeant.

I see you're wearing
proper shoes.
That's a refreshing change.

Charlie: Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

Kellogg: This theory of yours
is preposterous, detective.

As I understand it,
it was your incompetence

that led to the theft of
Miss Waring's diamond

and now you come up with the
extraordinary idea that she was

behind the theft in order to
collect the insurance?

John: We have to examine
every possibility.

If I'm wrong, I will be happy

to apologize to all involved.

Kellogg: If it weren't for
the regard and affection

that I have for Chief Vadney,
I'd put you on

the first plane out of here.

An insurance fraud?
Ha, that's ridiculous.

John: I just want to talk to her
to establish a connection

between her and Tara Holden.
If, in fact, there is one.

Kellogg: No, no, no.
That's impossible.

No, she's in no condition
to be hounded or harassed.

John: I realize she's
80 years old.

I will be as gentle
and diplomatic as possible.

But if she is involved
in any way...

Kellogg: My God,
you don't know, do you?

John: I don't know what?

Kellogg: Miss Waring suffered
a massive coronary

when she heard about
the theft of the Whitehall.

She's clinging on
to life by a thread. Hmm.

Knocks your theory into
a cocked hat, doesn't it?

John: I'm very sorry
to hear it, but

I would still like to
continue my investigation...

with your permission, of course.

Kellogg: You're headstrong,
aren't you, detective?

John: Yes, sir.

Kellogg: Very well.
Detective Sergeant Lawson

will continue as your liaison

if that's all right with you.

John: Yes, sir.

Kellogg: I would remind you that
you are a guest in this country,

and I trust that you will
conduct yourself accordingly.

John: Understood, sir.

[Door opens and closes]

Charlie: I'll say this
for you, Johnny.

You've got a nerve.

I would've told you about Miss
Waring but I thought you knew.

John: Question.
Are you carrying?

Charlie: Do I look it?

John: No, I mean a gun.

Charlie: Oh, we don't carry
firearms.

John: I feel naked without mine.

I've never worked a case
without it.

Charlie: Oh, you'll get used
to it.

Right. Where do we begin?

John: Uh, Ruth Waring's home.

Charlie: Mm.
It's a bit of a drive.

It's near Epping Forest.
But don't worry.

I'll get you there
in no time, love.

John: I'll bet you will.

Charlie: Times must be hard.

No gateman, no groundskeepers.

John: Yeah. Can see why

she wanted to sell the diamond.

Charlie: Oh, it's sad, really.
She's like an old lady

without her face on.

John: Yeah.

Listen, we forgot
to get a search warrant.

You people do use those,
don't you?

Charlie: Listen, you can't
use the loo without one.

That'll do.
John: Don't you have to show

due cause to get these?

Charlie: There wasn't time,
was there?

John: Ah, this is just
a shipping invoice
for some furniture.

Charlie: Just flash it, love.
Nobody reads them.

[Rings doorbell]

John: Good afternoon.

Butler: Good afternoon.
Estate agents?

Charlie: Police officers, sir.
Butler: Oh, madam is

not at home.
She's taken ill.

John: Yeah, we're very sorry,

but we'd still like to come in.
We'd like to talk to you.

Butler: Well, I'm not sure
that madam would approve.

Charlie: Oh, I'm sure
she wouldn't mind.

We do have a warrant.
Thank you.

John: Yeah. Thanks.

Charlie: Is there anyone else
here, sir?

Butler: No, I'm the last.

Madam got rid of
her maids a month ago

and the cook just last week.

It was a terrible ordeal
for her.

The loss of her diamond
was the last straw.

John: Yeah, what happened
to all the furniture?

Butler: Sold, sir.
The whole lot

to meet household expenses.

But I feel as though
I'm gossiping.

John: Not at all.

I'm gonna take
a look around,

if it's all right with you.

I won't touch anything.
I promise.

Charlie: What happened here?
I thought the old dear
was rolling in money.

Butler: Swindled by
her solicitors.

That's why you've come,
isn't it?

Charlie: Have you still got
a kettle about?

Cup of tea would be lovely.

Butler: Yes, it would,
wouldn't it?

John: Thanks.

Charlie: Poor, old Miss Waring.
Artie says that when they--

John: Artie?
Charlie: That's the butler.

Or that was the butler.
Tomorrow's his last day.

He said she wept for days
over selling the Whitehall,

but it couldn't be helped.
That's all she had left.

Furniture and silver gone.
No buyers for the house.

She spent it all.
John: Yeah, but

she is gonna get
the insurance money,

and if I'm right,
the diamond as well.

I think it's time we talk
to Miss Waring herself.

You know which hospital
she's in.

Charlie: It's close to London.

But they won't let us see her.

Intensive care, you know.

John: You don't have any
doctors' and nurses' uniforms

in that
little trick bag of yours?

Charlie: If you'd have
let me know. Ha ha ha!

[Engine starts]

Nurse: Not without
permission from the doctor,

and I don't care what kind
of warrant you've got.

John: Look, you're
very dedicated.

I admire that
in the helping professions.

We just wanna look in
for a moment,
kinda answer a question.

Nurse: Look, I've told you,
only with

the doctor's permission.

He'll be here within
the hour if you want to wait.

John: I'll wait.

Charlie: I'm gonna go
and have a cigarette.

John: Sure. Just joking.

Charlie: Excuse me.
Do you have a light?

Thanks a lot.
Tara: You're very welcome.

John: Mr. Kirby,
are you telling me that

Miss Waring is not belly up?

Kirby: Belly up?

John: Bankrupt?

Kirby: Good Lord.
Ruth Waring has more money

than she could ever spend.

Well over 6 million pounds,
I dare say.

John: I don't understand.

Her butler says she's penniless.

The maids, the groundskeepers
have been cut loose.

There's no furniture.

Haven't you seen the house?

Kirby: No.

John: You haven't?

Kirby: Miss Waring is
a bit eccentric.

She hasn't left her home
in over 40 years.

She doesn't hold
with telephones.

She communicates by mail only.

John: Well, somebody set her up.

Miss Waring thinks she's broke

and that's why the Whitehall
Diamond is up for sale.

When did Miss Waring
first contact you

about arranging this auction?

Kirby: First November last.
We received a letter from her

vehemently stating that
the diamond was to be

put up for auction immediately.

We were all stunned,

as the diamond was all
that she had left

of Sir Charles.

John: Didn't you question her?

Kirby: We did, sir.
I even went so far

as to ask her granddaughter.

John: Granddaughter?

I thought Miss Waring
never married.

Kirby: Oh, dear.
I fear

I've divulged a confidence.

Charlie: Uh, this is official
police business, sir.

Fleet Street won't get hold of
anything you tell us.

Kirby: Miss Waring
bore Sir Charles

a daughter out of wedlock.

In time, this daughter married,

and Miss Waring
became a grandmother.

Then tragedy struck.

The parents,
her daughter and husband,

were killed in
an automobile crash.

Today, Miss Waring's only family

is her granddaughter
Sarah Easton.

When Miss Waring brought up
the auction business,

I contacted Sarah at once,

but she assured me that
Miss Waring was in

complete command
of her faculties.

John: Mr. Kirby,
how much does this

Sarah Easton stand to inherit
when her grandmother dies?

Kirby: She's the sole heir.

Charlie: I don't get it.
Why pinch your granny's diamonds

when she's bound to die soon
and leave you everything anyway?

John: Some people
want it all at once.

Now, this Sarah Easton
is the only person

close enough to Miss Waring
to run this kind of con.

I think we should talk to her.
You got an address?

Charlie: Sure.
John: Great.

Charlie: Thank you.

John: Can't believe I'm
saying this but all right,

detective sergeant, step on it.

Charlie: Ah, there it is.

[Knocking on door]
John: Miss Easton?

Miss Sarah Easton?
[Knocking on door]

Hello?
[Knocking on door]

Charlie: Keep your eyes peeled.

I use this to adjust
me carburetor.

Woman: Excuse me.
What's going on?

Charlie: Hold on.

Police, mum.
We do have a warrant

to search these premises.

Tell me, when was the last
time you saw Miss Easton?

Woman: Last evening.
She's in trouble?

Charlie: Thanks for
your help, mum.

Sorry to have bothered you.

John: Tell you what.

Charlie: That'll do nicely.

Oh, no.
If this is Sarah Easton,

I bummed a light from her
yesterday at the hospital.

John: In New York,
she called herself Tara Holden.

Should have known.

Charlie: That nosy, old
bag downstairs

has got the law on to us.

Kellogg: I do not believe
what is going on.

Perhaps breaking and entering
is all the rage

with the New York police,
but I will not stand for it!

Charlie: Sir, all we were
trying to do--

John: Look, it was our only

option at the moment.
Now, I thought--

Kellogg: You thought?

I see no evidence
of brains being used

at all in this situation,

and as for you, young lady,
trying to pass off

a furniture invoice
for a legal warrant?

Your actions are inexcusable.

John: Sir, will you authorize

a search of the Waring estate?

Now, I know the diamonds
are there.

I didn't have that much chance
to really search...

Kellogg: All right.
All right.

We will search the estate

and we better damn well
find something.

Rollings, are you satisfied?

We have been through this
place with a fine-tooth comb

and we have found nothing.

Do you know what
your little adventure

has cost the yard in man-hours?

John: Well, I was sure
we'd find them, sir.

Kellogg: Well,
from this point forward,

you are removed from all
participation in this case.

I will call Chief Vadney
and advise him.

Ah, yes, detective sergeant.

Your involvement
with this man ends

with your depositing him
at his hotel.

Is that clear?

Charlie: Yes, sir.

[Engine starts]

I'm sorry, Johnny.

[Knocking on door]

Walter: Yeah?

Woman: Detective Thomas
is here, sir.

Walter: Send him in.

Brendan: Thank you.

Sir?

Walter: Oh, yes,
the tail gunner.

Do you have a passport, Thomas?
Well, no, of course you don't.

Go get one.
You're going to London. Now.

Brendan: London, sir?
Walter: Yes, your partner is

doing his damnedest over there
to destroy

my relationship
with Scotland Yard.

Go fetch him.
Brendan: Yes, sir.

Walter: And, Thomas,
no sightseeing.

Just collar him,
put him on the plane,

and tell him that I'm planning

a swell retirement party
for him.

Go!

John: Please let me
buy you a dinner.

Clerk: Mr. Rollings?
Message for you, sir.

John: Thank you.

Well.

Kellogg didn't waste any time
calling Chief Vadney.

My partner's on his way
over to pick me up.

He'll be here
bright and early tomorrow.

Clerk: You'll be checking out,
then, sir?

John: Don't push me.

Charlie: Come on.
I know a lovely spot for dinner.

My treat.

John: You know, this is
the first decent grease I've had

since I've been in this country.

Thanks for hanging in
with me, Charlie.

Charlie: Mm. We shouldn't have
come back here.

And listen,
if she shows tonight,

there's nothing you or I can do.
You know that?

John: Yeah, I know that.
I just want to see her.

And I want her to see me.

I was gonna go out proud.

Cop that broke the biggest

diamond heist in history.

I'd like her to know
that it was me that nailed her.

Charlie: Revenge is a kind
of wild justice.

Bacon said that.

He knew his stuff, didn't he?

John: So, come on in.
Let me buy you some breakfast.

Charlie: Yeah, I could do
with a bite. Thanks.

Clerk: Mr. Rollings, there's
a gentleman waiting for you.

Brendan: Oh, don't tell me.
Your watch stopped.

You know, my clothes
went out of style

waiting for you at the airport.

John: Well, it's nice
to see you, too.

Allow me to introduce
my partner.

Detective Sergeant
Charlie Lawson.

This is my partner--
Detective Brendan Thomas.

Charlie: Nice to meet you.
Brendan: Likewise.

Charlie: Johnny's told me
all about you.

Brendan: Thank you.
John, look,

I don't like this
bounty hunter stuff

any more than you do,

but I'm not gonna
push my luck with Vadney.

Now, do me a favor
and pack your things.

We could still make
the noon flight.

John: Aren't you
a little curious?

Brendan: No. I assume
you were right, as always.

You can tell me on the plane.

John, I shot that man
in the behind.

Don't make me rub salt
in the wound, please.

John: OK.

Can I have a minute?

Brendan: Yes.
John: Thank you.

Well, I guess this is it.

Thanks for everything.

We can't say we didn't try.

Charlie: That's right.
When we get her, and we will,

I'll make sure she knows
who nicked her, OK?

John: You know, I'd partner
with you anytime, anywhere.

What're you gonna do?

Charlie: I've got the day off.

John: Well, drive carefully.

[Both laugh]
Charlie: Yeah, I will.

John: I'll miss you.

Charlie: Me, too.

Take care.

[Door closes]

Brendan: Ahem.

John: OK, warden, you got me.

However, I believe
I am entitled to a final meal

before I walk that long mile.

Brendan: OK, you buy, and we're
not lingering over coffee.

John: Absolutely right.

Tara: Going down?

Charlie: All the way.

Brendan: Yeah, well,
it stinks, John.

You bust your butt
nailing this thing down

and the Brits come along
and take all the headlines.

John: Uh-huh.
Brendan: Hey, but one thing.

When they do get her,

Vadney will never be able
to retire you.

Clerk: Mr. Rollings. Telephone.

John: Thanks.

Rollings. Yeah.

You what?
Hold on a second.

Yeah, give me your pen. Yeah.

Uh-huh. OK.
Just slowly,

one thing at a time, OK?

Right. Yeah.
A green Mercedes. Right.

OK, you stay
right where you are.

We're on our way.

And listen, if you were
standing here right now,

I would kiss you. Yeah.

Charlie's got her.

Brendan: Here we go again.

John: Taxi!

Charlie: No sign of
the diamonds, Johnny,

and I don't think
you'll get her to talk.

John: You want to bet?
Get her out of the car.

Brendan: Come on.

John: Long time no see, Tara.

Sarah: I'd much prefer Sarah,
if you don't mind, John.

John: Call me sentimental.

Cuff her behind her back.

You know, the way I figure this,

we helped you pull this job,

so, that kinda
makes us partners, right?

The only partners you got
that aren't dead.

Sarah: Isn't that a shame?

John: The real shame is you're
down to your last two choices.

Now, you can give us
the diamonds

or you can take
a double rap for homicide

and spend the rest of your life
in the joint.

It's your choice.

Sarah: Try again, John.
This time

something a bit more original.

John: You made a fool out of me.

I was one year short
of retirement.

Goin' out clean.

I was a good cop...

and you screwed that up,

and I figured that's worth about

12 and a half million bucks.

So, you can give me
the diamonds,

or I'm gonna
take your teeth out.

Charlie: Oh, don't...
John: All right, now, shut up.

Brendan: Hey, John,
why don't you just--

John: Back off, Brendan.

Now, you give me
the damn diamonds

or I'm gonna mess up your face!

Give me the diamonds!

Sarah: I left the diamonds
with a fence
in Portobello Road.

John: I would hate to think
that you would lie to me.

Put her in the car.

Hey, I've been around
the block a few times,

but I can't figure this.

You'd have inherited a fortune,
clean and legal, once she died.

Sarah: Which she should have
done 10 years ago.

A girl can't wait forever, John.

John: So, you convince her
that she's bankrupt,

at least on paper, so she's
gotta auction the stone.

So she'll have money to survive.

And then you tell her the
insurance policy is lapsed.

Sarah: You are clever, John.
Bravo.

But tell me, how did you get
past the charred body

that was positively
identified as me?

John: You smoke too much.

Tara Holden didn't smoke at all.

Who was she?

Sarah: Eddie's girlfriend.

She was with him over here
last year.

We met at a gambling club.

I've always found
the degenerate element

a bit seductive.

You kept me on my toes,
didn't you, John?

I kept having to improvise
just to keep the plan alive.

I do feel sorry about Tara now.

Poor, stupid little thing.

But shed no tears over Eddie.
He was scum.

John: I'll sleep better
knowing that.

John: Is that it?

Sarah: Are these cuffs
really necessary?

John: Take them off.

You know, it's a shame.
You look good in chrome.

No, no, come on.

Now, I'm your new client.
That's all he gets.

Anything else and I'm
taking you down.
You understand?

Sarah: I love it
when you talk rough.

John: Look, you keep that up,
you're gonna

earn that pop in the mouth,
you understand?

Sarah: Promise?

Silly John.

Do you really think
I'd let a perfect stranger

hold my family jewels?

John: Aah!
[Crash]

[Shouts indistinctly]

Charlie: Brendan!

Charlie: Bloody hell!
We'll never find her
in this maze.

[John breathing heavily]

Brendan: I told you you
gotta quit smoking that pipe.

Charlie: Come on.

Brendan: Scotland Yard
will bust her, or Interpol.

She's not gonna get away
with it, John.
Don't worry.

John: She got away from me.

Charlie: Oh, don't
blame yourself, love.

John: Ah, she didn't swallow
the damn diamonds.

They're somewhere
on that estate.
I just know it.

Brendan: That's our flight.
I have the tickets.

I'm gonna make a call
to New York

and tell them we're on our way.

Woman on P.A.:
...now boarding at gate 13.

John: She wouldn't let
a stranger hold
the family jewels.

You know, I know the diamonds
are somewhere in that house.
I just know it.

Woman on P.A.: ...Rome,
Athens, and Tel Aviv

will be boarding
in 10 minutes at gate 4.

John: The pool.
We never searched the pool.

You could throw the diamonds
in the pool,

they'd sink right to the bottom,
you could look right at 'em,

you wouldn't know
they were there.

You take care of Brendan.
I'm gonna get a taxi.

Brendan: OK, we're all set.
Where's John?

[Whirring]

[Whirring]

[Exhaling]

[Sputtering]

[Gasping]

[Gasping]

[Gasping]

Charlie:
For heaven's sake, Johnny,

what the hell do you think

you're trying to do?

[John gasping]

[Car's engine starts]

Brendan: Well, she took
the Mercedes now.

Someone left the keys in it.

John: She got
the diamonds again.

What're we gonna do?
Charlie: Call the police

and let them pick her up.
It's simple.

John: Ah, she's too smart
for that.

She'll ditch the Mercedes,
she'll try to pick up

another car in
the nearest village.

Charlie: No, there's
no such thing available.

Brendan: Or she can call a taxi.

Charlie: It's possible,
if she can get one

to come out this far.

Brendan: Now what are we
supposed to do? Walk?

Charlie: I think I've got
an idea.

Brendan: Hey, what am I
supposed to do?

John: You're in great shape.

Keep up the pace!

[Sheep baa-ing]

Charlie: There it is!
Stop! Stop!

John: Aah. Aah.

Yeah?
Charlie: She's taken
the bloody keys.

Brendan: Ohh.
John: Come on, come on.
Hurry up.

Can you hotwire this car?

Brendan: What?
John: Can you hotwire this car?

Brendan: I'm supposed
to be taking you

back to New York, John,

and now you're asking me
to hotwire a car.

John: Yes!

[Brendan breathing heavily]

OK.

Taxi driver: You wanted a taxi?
Sarah: Yes.

Taxi driver: Where to, miss?
Sarah: Heathrow.

Taxi driver: Heathrow.
Uh, that's a bit of a journey.

I love it, really.

[Tires screeching]

[Crash]

[Tires screech]

[Engine revs]

[Engine revs]

[Tires screech]
[Crash]

Charlie: Sorry about that.

[Tires screech]

[Tires screech]

[Sheep baa-ing]

John: Face it, Sarah,
you're outclassed.