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(ALARM CLOCK RlNGS)

(GUNSHOT)

(EXPLOSlON)

Now, what about me?

You promised me, Nesbitt.

You might at least sterilise the needle.

Black, eh?

He's got another hangover?

Mr Miller always starts his
day with black coffee.

l've noticed.

Better take him two cups...
there's a board meeting today.

We could start without him.

Hardly.

The main item on our agenda
is our biological division.

And without Miller, there's really no point.

lt really is too much.

Ah, Mr Miller, perhaps
now we can begin.

Miller?

Ted, what's the matter?

Did anybody comment on
his behaviour this morning?

l didn't see him earlier.

What's the matter, Ted?

The sky's very big.

Ted!

Bodie.

Doyle.

Hold on a moment.

World Chemical Products.

Man just fell out of a
seventh-storey window.

That's police business.

(Cowley) He jumped.

That's his business.

Somebody had slipped him a drug,
him and half the staff there.

(Together) Well, that's, er...

Drug Squad.-
-Drug Squad business.

What are you two, some
kind of music-hall act?

Whatever we are, you made us.

( DOYLE EXCLAlMS TRlUMPHANTLY)

Anyway, why use, sir?

Because the dead man had
a class 'XA' security rating.

And that puts him right
under our umbrella.

So get over there. Fast.

There was no way of stopping him.
lt all happened so quickly.

Yes.

Mr Harvey?

There.

Morning.-
-Good morning.

Cl5. l'm Doyle, that's Bodie.
Tell us, please.

Tell you? Tell you what?

Well, about the dead
man, for a start.

His name was Miller. Ted Miller. He was the head of our biological
division, he was on special government work with high security.

High security classification, yeah,
we know. What exactly happened?

He just walked into the room.
Jumped out of the window.

(SHOUTlNG)

l'll kill you.

l hate you and
i'm going to kill you.

Poor Hoskins.

lt's obviously one of the hallucinogenics,
LSD, ADX, or something of that sort.

(Doyle) Do you manufacture
that kind of stuff here

Er, no.

So who brought it in? Administered it?

l mean, you appear to be okay,
what did they drink, or eat...

Or breathe.

(Doyle) ... that you didn't?

Perhaps they didn't have coffee.

(Harvey) Meaning?

lt could be as simple as that.

Mr Miller always starts
the day with coffee.

Where did you get his
coffee from, sweetheart?

Did you make it?

Get the water from the tap?

No. No, there are coffee
machines on nearly every floor.

Better get them analysed.

Better close them down,
seal them off, quick.

Wait a minute! We
can do that here.

We are a chemical company, we have a laboratory
here, and Cummings is an analytical chemist.

Well, Mr Cummings?

Oh, it's been laced, all
right. At one machine.

(Doyle) ADX?

ADX.

Hello, Susan.

You bastard!

The keys. Thank you.

You didn't tell me what
you were gonna do!

As far as l recall, you were
far too busy fixing!

There's a girl dead back
there... and Ted Miller!

l'm going to tell them...

l'm going to tell them.

Now, if you tell them,
l'll take you with me.

l'll incriminate you to the hilt.

And they won't give you your
fix in prison you know, Sue.

You know, you need me.

You need me very much.

You see, l'm the golden goose.

So you can't wring my golden neck.

Can you?

Here.

Take the keys.

Come on take 'em.

Take 'em, Sue.

Now get out!

Stronger than LSD, isn't it?

Ten times stronger.

And administered through this.

Be easy to bust that lock.

Yeah, it would, only it hasn't
been busted, has it?

Well, the filter's been removed
and this water's been laced.

Who's got the keys?

Susan Fenton. Catering
Manageress. She left in a hurry.

So why... ?-
-Alderstone Avenue.

Just testing.

(OVER PHONE) Hello.

Sutton.

(OVER PHONE) Listen.

Susan Fenton needs a fix.
She needs it now. At home.

And, Sutton - a big fix...

uncut.

D'you know what you're saying?

Yes.

Oh, you've got the
wrong man, Nesbitt.

(OVER PHONE) No, Sutton.

l've got the right man.

You need a product. l supply it.

You wouldn't want your
supply to be cut off?

No.

Good.

Just get on with it, then.

Who said there was no Santa Claus?

What is it?

l don't know.

(DOORBELL)

The right credit card
opens so many doors.

You should fit a deadlock,
you know. lt's a lot safer.

No. Don't get up.

Now, it's Miss Susan Fenton, isn't it?

Hallo, l'm Bodie. That's Doyle.

Hallo.

We missed you at World Chemicals

Ah, she was upset. Distraught, aren't you.

lt was the coffee, you know.

The coffee machine...
that you hold the keys for.

l had nothing to do with it.

We didn't say you did, did we?

Us? No.

No.

What we did wonder, though, was, er...

whether anybody else had
access to those keys.

Er... well, er... l...

they hang in my office.

No.

Sorry to take issue on that, but, er...

we've been assured that you
always keep them on you.

Ah!

lt would appear our information is correct.

(Susan) l'm tired...

l'm really tired...

You are tired, aren't you?

How long have you been
shooting up, Susan?

Mm?

Long enough to have
almost run out of veins!

We'd better take her in.-
-No. Please.

She's out of her mind.

We've struck gold, Bodie.

Girl with a bad habit. And the
keys to the coffee machine.

Yeah.

A bad habit like that,
they'll do anything.

Anything?

Yeah, well, we'll wait
till she wakes up...

hold back on a fix...
she'll spew her guts.

lf she wakes up! This stuff is pure 1 00% uncut.
Get an ambulance, quick!

ls she gonna make it?-
-Difficult to say, sir.

l'm going crazy.

You won't get any argument from me.

When we arrived here.
There was this guy,

and l'm sure l know him.

Eric Sutton. Pusher.
You stay with her.

Stay with her.

You.

Nice.

lt's a plant.

You saw him. lt's a plant.

Do you want to take his place?!

No, of course you don't. So, stay
where you all are. All of you.

We should have a private little chat.

Hang on.

Juke box.

Play something loud.

What do you want, Doyle?

lnformation.

l'm not big-time like you, you know.
Just a drug runner, that's me.

Eric Sutton?

Look, l've been on his
track for months.

Yeah. Well, after l've used him, you
can have him on a murder rap.

Murder?-
-Or attempted murder.

There's always a catch.

Still, attempted murder... that should keep
him off the streets for a couple of years.

l haven't got much time, Benny.

And l haven't got Sutton... not yet...

but l'll find him for you.

Cheers.

Oh, Ray!

Aren't you forgetting something?

Where do you want it?

Anywhere it will show

Sorry, Benny.

And, er... thank you.

Sir.

Thanks.

Will she live?

God knows.

Yes, but unfortunately l haven't been
in touch with him for some time

What do the doctors say?

Well, if she was a racehorse,
she'd be a rank outsider.

Bad as that, eh?

Bad as that.

A mammoth overdose.

Has she said anything?

No.

But she might?-
-She might.

She's a pretty girl.

ADX.

A mind-blowing drug...

in the coffee.

We know why now.

The demand arrived on the
PM's desk an hour ago.

What, pay up, or else?

l wish it was. No, this is idealism.
God save us from all idealists.

l thought you and he weren't talking?

Oh, he does me the occasional favour.

So what do they want?

Cease manufacture of chemicals
for biological warfare...

and destroy all stocks.

Signed?

Not signed.

Deadline?

No deadline.

Yes, a nutty idealist.

He'll make his point more than
once. Unless we nail him.

Susan.

Sue.

Stay with her, l'm going to
run a check on reservoirs.

Reservoirs?

Beats coffee vending machines,
don't you think?

Oh, Bradshaw.

(OVER PHONE) Yes, sir.

How many men do
we have on standby?

(OVER PHONE) Thirty, sir.

Thirty?

(OVER PHONE) Well, we have
nine covering the hijacking.

l'll have to use outsiders, then.

(OVER PHONE) Sir?

l'm going to read out
a list of reservoirs.

(OVER PHONE) What, sir?

Er- reservoirs.

(Susan) George.

Who's George.

l don't know.

George.

l'm here, Susan.

Right here beside you.

George.

lt can't be.

He was my cat.

White.

Persian.

Had to have him put down.

Well, l'm the next best thing. Not white and fluffy,
but... plenty of girls think l should be put down.

Now don't go to sleep,
Susan. Don't go to sleep.

Now, tell me about George.
Tell me about him.

Tell me about him!

No...

it wasn't my fault.

Look, you've got to
tell me about George.

That's enough.-
-Shut up.

Now listen, Susan. l want
to know about George.

No.

(Nurse) Mr Bodie, please!

l ran over him in my car.

(CRYlNG)

There you go...

That's it.

Cry it out, Sue.

Oh, an early bird.

Morning.

What will you have?

A... a half, please. Bitter.

Erm... l suppose l'm too
early for a sandwich?

l'll have to make it myself.
lt'll take a minute.

That's fine.

Cheese or beef?

Sorry?

Cheese, or beef?

Beef, please. Thank you.

Do you want pickle, or mustard?

(OVER RADlO) Doyle. Come in.

Hallo, Betty.

(OVER RADlO) Benny called in.
He's located Sutton.

Does that make sense?

lt had better. Where
do l meet him?

(OVER RADlO) At the Rex Theatre
stage door. Repeat. Stage door.

Right.

Yes, right.

HQ have just got another anonymous phone call.
"A second demonstration of strength", he said.

Where?!

(Betty) The Black Bull, Marlow.

Put out an APB.

He said we'd be too late...
it's too late to stop it!

Thats it time ladies and gentlemen please.

l said time, gentlemen, please.

Hey What do you think you're doing?

Why, do you want to
make something of it?

You big lout!

l don't know how he's
going to drive that car.

Anyway, Richard, nice seeing you.

Yeah, okay. Take care.-
-Bye, bye.

ln there?-
-Yeah,

Ray.

Let's wait a couple of minutes.

Why?

Afternoon strip show. Curtain
down in a couple of minutes.

Sutton's in there dropping off a little
packet of big "A"s to a good customer

So, we go in there
and nab him?

Oh, we'll get him yeah.

But after curtain down.

Because after curtain down that
dressing room will be crawling with-

Birds.

Birds.-
-Yeah.

Birds in a very singular
state of disarray.

Birds with very few feathers indeed.

Let's wait a couple of minutes, eh?

My favourite bust this.

Here endeth the second lesson.

(GlRLS CHATTER)

Oh, hi, Eric.

Lovely performance, darling.

Did you get my stuff?

Yeah, 'course.

Hi, Eric.

(GlRLS CHATTER)

Thanks, Pam.

Sutton, how do you do?

Get off!

What's going on?

All yours.-
-Thank you, Benny.

What charge?

Well, er... Whats that?

A plant - you saw him plant that.

Yeah... yeah, l saw him.

Yeah, 'course you did, course you did... but to keep
your supply you'd vouch for anything, wouldn't you?

So, what charge?

No charge.

Then why the cuffs?

You look lovely in silver.

Come on, l know the score, so do you,
no charge, no cuffs... no nothing.

Ah, but that's if you're dealing with
the police. But he's not from the police.

Not police? Then what... ?

Cl5.

Come on.

Hey, Benny.

Well, l thought one of us better stay here,
you know. Sort of case the joint.

Yeah...

lt's my favourite bust.

(TELEPHONE RlNGlNG)

Cowley.

(OVER PHONE) Forbes here,
did you get his ultimatum?

Oh, yes, sir. l have the photostat
copy in front of me right now.

(OVER PHONE) He's obviously mad.

Oh, a crazy man, sir. But, yes, l believe he will
do what he threatens to do. And l feel that-

(OVER PHONE) l don't care what you feel.
Do something about it!

Yes, sir.

(OVER PHONE) Stop him.

We will try to stop him.

(OVER PHONE) And quickly!

Sir.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Yes?!

l've got Sutton, er...

taking him to lnterrogation.

l'll join you.

Well.

Well, we've had a cry...

a wee sleep...

and now it's time
we had a little chat.

The doctor tells me you're out of your
crisis and l can talk to you for a while.

Who are you?

Well, lets say that l'm the...

not very bad Samaritan.

Oh.

You're... experts, l can see that.

Smell an expert a mile away. Huh!

Experts...

particularly you!

(Sutton) But it won't do any good.

You'll get nothing except
a counter-suit in court!

l've been worked over by "experts" before.

Took the scalp off my head.

Experts from my side of the fence.

D'you think you can succeed
where they failed?

l think he means it.

l think he's got
us over a barrel.

The last time l was over a barrel, Doyle, l was
celebrating New Year, a long time ago.

l can still remember that
headache very clearly.

No-one's had me over a barrel since.

(Cowley) Sutton's a pusher.

Did you ever know a pusher
who was a user, Doyle?

Get me a hypodermic, and some heroin.

You know Ted Miller
and the young girl?

Well, she was just eighteen. Just eighteen.

D'you know that? Mm?

And you, Susan, you nearly died.

Because they wanted you dead.

No, it wasn't my fault.

l know it wasn't your fault, darling. But it
soon will be if it's allowed to go on

Thousands of people could die.

But you could stop that, Susan.

But l need names.

You hear me, Mr Sutton, names.

A name.

l don't suppose you fought
in the War, Mr Sutton?

No.

l fought in several.

The worst was against a...

a barbaric race...

but the British are nothing if not adaptable.
We learn barbarism very quickly.

We had a problem one day

Was the road ahead mined?

We had prisoners, but they wouldn't talk.

So we bound them

and made them lead the advance.

They didn't think we
would, not at first

But then the first man ahead

was gone...

... like that.

An anti-personnel mine is a very
nasty thing, Mr Sutton, very nasty.

And then the second man.

And the third.

And then...

they talked.

Then, they knew we meant it.

A shocking story.

lt shocked me at the time, and it still
shocks me. But it was necessary...

to save hundreds of lives,
it was necessary.

l'm willing to be shocked again.

lf necessary.

l am going to hoist you with
your own petard, Mr Sutton.

l am going to turn
you into an addict.

(Cowley) A crash course in addiction, because
we have access to the purest stuff.

A craving, crawling, do-anything-for-money junkie.

Look at me, Sutton.

Look at me!

And remember the road that was mined.

Do you have any doubt at all
that l intend doing what l say?

Roll up his sleeve.

No. No! No!

Charles Nesbitt.

(Sutton) Charles Nesbitt.

Nesbitt?

He asked me for the keys.

l didn't know.

Believe me, l didn't know.

Yeah, l believe you. Where
does Sutton fit in?

...when Nesbitt lost his job as
a research chemist, er...

Sutton provided him with a
means of earning his living.

Yes, a market for the hard
drugs he could still get hold of.

And enough cash to finance
his crazy schemes.

Nice set-up

And will be if we don't nail
Nesbitt before five thirty.

That was the ultimatum for
the Prime Minister -

a full public pronunciation by the Government,

all research into biological warfare.

The announcement to
be made by five thirty.

Or?

Or he attacks a major city...

with a gallon of ADX.

(VOlCE OVER TRANSlSTOR RADlO)
Here are the news headlines.

The Government reductions in defence
have been agreed by all parties.

Mrs Louisa Freeth has been acquitted of
pornography charges at the Old Bailey today.

The American President will definitely be visiting this country
early next month, and hopes to discuss the African problems.

ln sport... Britain are lagging-

(Bodie) How did you get here?

Never mind how. Nesbitt!

(GUNSHOTS)

Point taken.

l've got him covered.-
-Yeah okay

Go!

Cowley to HQ. Come in, come in!

(VOlCE OVER RADlO)
Receiving you. Over.

APB to all units. Charles Nesbitt. Driving a
bronze Mark Three Cortina, registration...

... registration?

HYL 78K.

HYL 78K. Proceeding west along Marlow Road.
He's armed... intercept... arrest.

Car's fixed.

lt's four o'clock.

We've got an hour
and a half, then.

No! Less than that!

lf l'm to advise the PM to make his announcement meet this
madman's terms, then we can't leave it until the last minute.

We can't take that chance.

An hour at the most, then we
have to give him what he wants.

And open the floodgates to
every nut in the country.

Yes.

Where have we seen these before?

Susan Fenton.

That's how we met.

At the World Chemicals Sports Club.

don't know who invited him, but

anyway, that's where we met.

You skied together?

But where? Where did you ski?

At the club.

On the reservoir.

lt's a long shot.

Well, let's face it sir,
it's our only shot.

No, sir. l haven't seen
anybody or anything.

Quiet as a grave.

(Cowley) Nobody's been out there?

Not even near it.

A long shot. And the wrong shot.

The balloon doesn't go
up until five thirty, sir.

And it's just five now.

No, that's long enough.

Now, give us a chance to
check out the area.

We're talking about hundreds
of thousands of lives.

(VOlCE OVER TRANSlSTOR RADlO) Here are the news headlines the
goverment reductions in defence has been agreed by all parties.

Come on, sir, just
a couple of minutes.

Just a couple of lousy minutes!
Oh, let's go.

Hold on! Bodie!

(GUNSHOT)

Hold it!

Right there. Now drop it.

(NESBlTT WHlMPERS)

You okay?

Yeah.

You know something.

l don't reckon he was
firing at us back there.

Couldn't have missed with this thing.

Well, what the hell
was he firing at?

Well, it went past me.
Out across the water.

Well, let's get back
there and find out.

Charles Nesbitt.

Well, Mr Nesbitt, it's all over.

All over?!

lt hasn't even begun yet!

Bodie!

The ski-ramp, three o'clock
from the centre.

(Brodie) Got it.

(Doyle) That's what he
was shooting at.

What is it?

The ski-ramp. Right of centre.
Some kind of target.

No, it's more than that.

You see that wire?

Must be linked to something
under the water.

ls one of the oil drums
filled with ADX?

ls that it, Nesbitt?

You're too late! You're too damn late!

l'm betting it's a delayed fuse...

hits the target, sets it up.
Right, Nesbitt?

Give you time to get away.

Why don't you find out?

Yeah, well, we will.
Doyle, you coming?

Yeah. Look after
these for me, sir.

We're gonna need a technical
adviser... you, come on.

Shall l get them to seal
off the reservoir, sir?

No time. No use, that
thing's up any minute!

Bodie! Doyle!

Come back!

Cowley to HQ.

(VOlCE OVER RADlO)
Come in, Mr Cowley.

Connect me through the hotline.
l want to talk to the PM.

(VOlCE OVER RADlO)
Right, sir.

(VOlCE OVER RADlO)
Prime Ministers on the line Sir.

Prime Minister?

(PRlME MlNSTER OVER RADlO)
l'm Listening Cowley?

Sir, can you bear with
me for sixty seconds?

Ugh!

lt's a device, all right.

What a lovely thought.

You any good at praying?

(LAUGHS)

Don't worry. We won't know a thing.

(Doyle) Can you see it?

l can't see a damn thing.

l can feel it though.

lt's some kind of linkage...

... and there's a cap.

lt's stiff.

lf l can just get some
purchase on it...

Hang about.

Careful.

Got it?

Yeah, yeah, go ahead, turn it.

l am turning.

l reckon it's moving.

No!

For God's sake, there's...

... there's an anti-handling device...

built in.

The dummy cap turns clockwise...

the real one underneath...

anti-clockwise.

You heard what the man said.

Anti-clockwise.-
-Anti-clockwise.

... there's a trembler.

There's a trembler.-
-Trembler

(BODlE LAUGHS)

Bodie, don't do that!

You...

They've done it, sir.

Cowley, sir.

You won't have to make
that announcement after all.

Well done.

Careful, sir... not used to such adulation.

Nerves, Bodie?

No... water's damned cold.

Ah, a wee nip of Scotch
will soon put that right.

Medicinal purposes, of course.

Of course. Why did you
disobey my orders?

Couldn't hear you, sir. The engine.

That's right.

You heard me perfectly
clearly, both of you.

ln the circumstances l am prepared to overlook the matter,
but if everybody in Cl5 disobeyed orders, where would it end?

Downfall of society.

Possibly.

Return to the Dark Ages, even.

Yes, even that.

So don't let it happen
again, both of you. Mind.