Brannigan Page #4

the next flight to Chicago.

You care, Commander! You really care.

I want you in Chicago alive, you big sod.

I don't want you in London as an unsolved

homicide. We're short-staffed as it is.

We have the same trouble in Chicago,

Commander. Good night.

Good night.

Oh! Lieutenant.

- I'll take that particular item.

- You mean, uh...?

- The notepad.

- Oh.

Yes, I-I, uh... I guess

I picked this up by mistake.

Yes, of course. That's what I'd assumed.

(both clear their throats)

- Good night.

- Good night, sir.

Darling, I've got a problem.

I've got to stay on duty till two.

Yeah, well, here comes my problem.

- Jim, this is my fianc, Richard Nelson.

- How are you?

So you're the guy

who's been ruining our love life.

- I'm glad you're not 20 years younger.

- If I were, you'd have to worry.

Well, we're not finished yet.

One more call. I'm sorry.

- Good night, love.

- Good night.

- OK. Where to?

- Jimmy-the-Bet.

Oh. You watch him.

He's a tough customer.

(knock at door)

- Evening.

- I've no time for bird cops.

- I've got a thousand pounds on this fight.

- This isn't social, it's official. Open up.

It still isn't social.

- I'm a cop.

- It shows, flatfoot.

And I found your name

on a notepad of Benny Larkin's.

- Is he one of your customers?

- I got nothing to say to you. Out!

Benny Larkin's been kidnapped.

You're gonna give me some information.

I can ask questions easy or

I can ask 'em hard. Which'll it be?

This is what I answer questions with.

It's mighty persuasive. I guess

the questions can wait. But not for long.

Argh!

Now, would you like to try for England's

free dental care or answer my question?

I'll ask it just once.

- Name a name.

- Drexel.

- Did you hear another?

- No, I swear it.

- Where can I find this Drexel?

- A pub.

He goes there. The Lamb Tavern.

He goes there midday.

Well, thanks, Jimmy.

You know something?

That Jackson's a bum.

He won't make it through the eighth.

(announcer) Jackson's hurt! He's down!

- Any trouble?

- No trouble.

A little hard to understand his accent.

- That's Scotch rump steak.

- I'll have that one.

I don't mind this turning into a shopping

tour as long as it ends up with Drexel.

I say. Talk of the devil.

That's him in the grey suit,

walking towards the pub now.

Fine. Would you just give me time

to get a little friendly?

Mind if I butt in, partner?

- It's a free country.

- All right, Navy?

- It's a pleasant country.

- I wouldn't argue with that.

Last time I was here, people were

gettin' bombed a different way.

- Doris, let's have some service here.

- What do you want?

- Some Guinness. How about you?

- Same again.

- Good. Navy?

- I got enough, thanks.

- How is the second-best navy?

- You should know.

Nice one, Ted.

(Brannigan) Well, partner, cheers.

Wait a minute, friend. We're havin' a drink.

Drexel, I'd like a few words.

Let's step outside.

- Scotland Yard. Can't you smell it?

- Is it illegal to have a drink?

May I suggest that you keep out of this?

This is police business.

Oh, tell him to show you his badge.

Drexel, I said outside. Now come on.

That cuts it.

Sorry. Sorry.

It wasn't me! What you trying to...?

- What's the idea?

- Well, who the hell started it?

Awfully sorry.

Henry!

(jukebox starts playing)

(? "Let The Sun Shine In")

Ah! Guv.

Ah-ah-ah.

Guv.

- Ah, Mike. Have you got it?

- Seems likely, guv.

Gwendolyn Rooke, female,

Caucasian, age 26...

- Well, get on with it, then.

- The subject resides in Balham...

- Sorry, lady. If I were you...

- Look out!

Huh? Oh.

...and has access to blueprints

for telephone and sewage conduits...

under Piccadilly Circus.

This place is gettin' kinda unfriendly.

- Where are we goin'?

- Let's go to my place and have a drink.

(Brannigan) Are you all right?

Come on, partner.

We better get outta here.

- The Yank's got our pigeon.

- As far as I can see.

Yes, well. Perhaps we'd better look her

over, see what Miss Rooke has to say.

Oh, and, er, Mike, while you're at it,

run this lot of rowdies in, will you?

Right, guv.

'Scuse me. How's your wrist?

(siren)

Ah, Constable. Arrest that lot, will you?

It had nothing to do with me!

I'm only here for the beer!

(detective) I think you'll find the evidence

is conclusive, sir, if you examine the map.

Thanks, Mike.

Last month, the, erm...

the 16th, to be exact,

you made copies of maps

detailing the electrical and sewage

conduits beneath Piccadilly Circus.

- That's what I'm paid to do, sir.

- Of course.

- To whom did you give those copies?

- To one of my supervisors, I expect.

Miss Rooke, both you and I know

that that is not true.

Protecting a criminal, Miss Rooke,

is a crime in itself,

and I suggest that in your own

best interests you stop lying to me.

It's OK. It's OK. It's OK.

- Miss Rooke!

- I've always been a good girl, sir.

I'm sure you have, my dear,

but to whom did you give them?

To my boyfriend. Freddy.

Freddy.

- Now, now, come on.

- Whoops! Watch it, partner.

- I'm only just...

- You're a handful.

I like Americans. They think big.

Wait till you see what I got here.

- Take a look at this.

- Look at what?

I've got a deal goin' here

that'll make your hair stand on end.

Uh-uh.

Now, now. You're getting too familiar.

I've only just met you.

We're only acquaintances yet.

What I think you need, fella,

is a cup of coffee.

- I need another drink.

- Get in the kitchen.

Come on, let's have a fight. Marquess

of Queensberry rules. Let's have a drink.

Give me a minute and I'll fix you up,

if I can find the coffee.

- I don't want any coffee.

- Maybe you'll have to settle for tea.

(mutters)

I want a drink.

All right, buster, the friendly hour's over.

Wake up.

Come on. Get up.

Hold it up down there!

Get off, you stupid-lookin' mutt.

Whoops! Sorry.

Police, son. Follow that car.

What? Police? What... What car?

- Right-hand drive.

- Of course.

I say, this is actually a new car, you know.

You're not really supposed

to go beyond 4,000 revs...

(horn)

...till the 1,000-mile inspection.

Please look out. Oh! Agh!

I was rather hoping to keep it

for a year or so.

I wonder if I might get you

a taxi or something.

Oh! Argh!

(horn)

(horn)

Hang on.

- I feel sick.

- Not in here!

(warning bell)

Oh, nuts.

No!

I waited a year for delivery.

Very good. Thank you.

Well, Lieutenant. How did you, er...

enjoy your sightseeing tour?

The view from the bridge was terrific.

Incidentally, regarding that automobile,

where would you like it shipped?

- Hm?

- You bought it, you know.

- Cor, handsome.

- Freddy.

- Yes, Mike?

- Nothing, guv.

It's not fair. My eyes are murderin' me

looking at all those bloody pictures.

- You smoke when I tell you.

- Listen, I know my rights.

Don't start talking about rights.

I'll tear you limb from limb.

- Oh, aye?

- Now, who did you sell those plans to?

- I don't know what you're talkin' about.

- Poor ignorant wee laddie, isn't he?

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