Blitz Page #3

Got a warrant?

It's in the post.

Can I get you anything?

How about a cuppa, coppers?

I know you.

If we'd met,

I'm sure I'd remember.

You know what that is?

Michael Jackson's sh*t.

It's priceless.

I got it off eBay.

So what was it you

were looking for?

Maybe I could help you.

What do you do, Mr. Weiss?

I'm between jobs.

You like torching

dogs, do ya?

I saw your

home movie.

On YouTube, right?

It got over 9,000

hits before they

took it down.

I post--

I posted it, yeah,

but I wasn't involved.

Nah, I'm joking.

I love animals, me.

What about police, Barry?

You like them?

"Thank God," I say.

I say "Thank God

for the men in blue."

I remember you now, Barry.

Yeah, you're

the piece of sh*t

from the billiards hall.

Back on your feet,

I see.

Come on, Nash.

Let's get out of here.

What was

all that about?

I had a run in with

him about a year ago.

I might have put

him in the hospital.

Welcome to the liberal

Southeast.

It gets results.

Let's just keep

an eye on him.

You just wait and see.

Yeah?

You wait and see.

What are you

f***ing looking at,

you f***ing perv?

F***. Ow!

Weiss. Nice.

B. Weiss, P-23...

Weymouth Parking.

You little bastard.

Who is it?

Satellite TV.

I've come for your box.

What's the problem?

I just paid the bill.

That's funny...

because you

are the bill.

You're not

the usual bloke--

Ugh.

Ah!

Ah!

Question two. Which Scottish

music hall comedian--

B! B! B.

A. Jack Milroy

B. Andy Stewart

or C. Sir Harry Lauder?

B.

Come on, you f***ing idiot, B.

Yes.

Sweet.

There 's a fire

at Cerinem Point.

In a flat on the 1 6th

floor, you'll find

cop number three.

Oh, I used a new system.

A new system?

Can you be

a bit clearer?

I pulverized

the f***er with a hammer.

Is that clear

enough for you?

I pulverized

the f***er with a hammer.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, sh*t.

Yeah, I forgot.

I got a name.

A name?

Is there an echo?

Stop repeating

everything I say.

It's getting

on my f***ing tits.

I'm sorry.

It's "Blitz"

as in "Blitzkrieg."

You got that?

Yeah. That's good. Yeah.

Oh, f***.

Sarge, you need

to see this.

It's the evening edition.

Bastards!

Where the hell

have you been?

Can't say.

What do you mean

you can't say?

Can't account

for my movements?

Is that

the correct lingo?

You do know another

policemans been killed?

Chief Inspector Roberts.

What?

The killer's targets

are in this station.

He used a hammer

to kill Roberts

and he torched his flat.

He contacted some hack

journalist at The Post...

called Dunlop.

Gave him all

the details.

Dunlop you say?

Yeah. Harold Dunlop.

I sent a team over there...

to tap his phone and make

sure his calls are traced.

Do you know him?

I do.

I'm Harold Dunlop

from The Post.

Hey! Get off!

All right! All right!

Bloody hell!

What was

all that about?

I told you,

I know him.

Bastard put my

picture in the paper.

Click.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

Bang. Bang.

Yippity-doo-dah-day.

Hello? Dunlop.

Is this Harold Dunlop?

Yeah. Yeah.

The Harold Dunlop?

The crime reporter?

Can you get me a latt?

Yeah. Who's this?

Mr. Dunlop, how would

you like to nail The Blitz?

Yeah, I 'd like

that very much.

Oh-ho! Is that it?

Perhaps I didn't make

myself clear, Mr. Dunlop.

I know the name

of the cop killer.

I think you're gonna

have to work a little bit

harder than that.

It'll be an honor to bring

that maniac to justice.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, you'll have

a little think...

about how much

you'd be willing to pay.

Come now, Mr. Dunlop.

You didn't think this was

a citizen doing his bit

now, did you?

How much do you want?

For that, you get

the name of The Blitz...

plus extras.

Extras?

What do you mean extras?

Various assorted

items, Mr. Dunlop.

You'll find out

when I get my 50k.

I'm the master

of the f***ing universe.

Hello.

Hey.

The fire pretty much

destroyed anything

around the body.

We found that in the bathroom.

The fire wasn't

so bad in there.

But did the heat or water

damage any DNA

or fingerprints?

I'm afraid so.

Peacock Gym.

Yeah, looks like it.

It's B rant.

Check if DI Roberts

was ever a member

of the Peacock Gym.

What are you doing?

I told you to wait

until you heard

from me.

Yeah, well,

I didn't hear from you.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sorting it.

Yeah? I'm trying to.

Look, just go home.

DI Stokes?

You must be Falls.

Yeah. Yeah.

What'll you have?

Tea, please, sir.

Just tea.

Forget the "sir" stuff.

Craig'll do.

Tea and toast

for two!

Coming up, love!

Okay. Well, we've got

two of the kids...

involved in the assault

of Mr. Azziz.

I thought-- He's not--?

Dead? Incredibly, no.

Let me see.

John Wells,

known as Metal.

This the one

you wanted to discuss?

Yes.

What is he? A snitch?

Yeah, well, you know...

and I try to look out

for him.

Thank you.

He's a piece of sh*t.

A thug.

Oh, he's a boy.

Underneath all that,

he's just a scared boy.

So is there

anything you can do?

Anything can be buried.

Will you?

Meet me for a drink tonight.

That's all?

Hey, Roberts and

the Peacock Gym.

Never a member.

No, of course not.

Have you got a minute?

Yeah.

Can you work that thing?

Brant, you're

such a dinosaur.

I'm surprised you can even

work your own microwave.

This is

women's work.

Just like typing.

Right.

So what are

you looking for?

Barry Weiss.

It's the Belfront Towers.

Kicked out of Peacock Gym.

Oh, wow. This guy's

always in trouble.

He's been arrested more times

than you've had WPC's.

You know I'm

not like that.

Right.

It's petty stuff, though.

What do you think?

No, nothing major.

None of that yet.

Have you got my money?

Yeah. I just had to

pull a few strings.

Pick me up outside

Weymouth Street car park.

Stand there.

All right.

There. Steady. There.

Oh, Jesus.

Click.

These are the extras

I was talking about.

Trophies, I believe

is the correct term.

And you know

who these belong to, eh?

Correct.

Right, I showed

you mine.

Perhaps we could

have a little look

at yours now.

All right.

Aw.

What?

That's not

fifty grand.

Of course

it's fifty grand.

There's no way

that's fifty grand.

When did you

last see fifty grand?

Don't you trust me?

Go and count it.

It's about

Oh. Go on, then.

I'm gonna count

every bit of it.

Good. Buy yourself

a new suit.

Fifty, fifty,

fifty, fifty, fifty.

You are a f***ing genius.

I haven't told him

your name yet.

Relax. I'm not

gonna hurt you.

I only do police. Remember?

How'd you get on to me?

I got your address

from the Peacock Gym...

and I went

through your rubbish.

I found the receipt

for the parking garage.

That's very impressive.

I haven't told him

your name yet.

I haven't

told him your name.

But you're gonna

have to help me

out, see?

Ah.

I haven't told him

your name yet.

This is a bit

of a tight squeeze.

I haven't told him

your name yet.

No, no, no.

A double Irish.

Can't do, buddy.

I'm closed.

Listen up. I'm only

gonna say this once.

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