Brannigan Page #5

They do have libraries inside, Freddy,

and I'll put you away for so long,

you'll come out a bloody PhD!

(phone)

Swann.

I'd tell that fella what he wants to know.

He likes to hurt people.

Today at a bar there was a fight.

He bit a guy's ear off.

- Him?

- And that's not all.

(whispers)

What, him?

We'll be in touch. No more calls.

Look. I've really had you, you creep.

OK.

OK. He gave me 100

to sell him the plans.

- Who did?

- Charlie.

Charlie Kane!

Put him up.

- That's Charlie!

- Take him away.

And that's our man.

That's the fella that nailed Drexel.

- Are you sure?

- I saw him.

Boy, oh boy, it's really coming together.

That was Fields. They're calling tomorrow

with instructions for the next payment.

- Give us time to trace the call?

- I wish we could.

- They're calling on a marine frequency.

- They ain't amateurs.

- Jim? Where are you going?

- Have you got the keys to your car?

- I forgot my notebook.

- Sure. I'll get it.

No!

You'll get your hair wet!

(American accent) You wanna bet?

(engine starts)

(engine revs)

Jenny, look out!

Jenny!

- You all right?

- (sobs)

- Are you all right?

- No.

What's the matter?

- Well, look at my hat.

- Oh.

Your hat.

Let's get outta this.

Yes, sir.

Dammit, I'm having to take more flak

than an air gunner over Normandy on this.

Forget the commissioner. Now we've got

the Home Secretary blowing his top,

demanding to know what kind

of a lunatic I've turned loose.

- This isn't Chicago, you know.

- That's right.

- You can't buy a decent hamburger.

- You're a bloody magnet for trouble.

First the man hired to kill you

blows up an apartment.

Then you demolish an automobile

in what must be one of the most brazen,

reckless stunts in the annals of this city.

Then you turn a perfectly peaceful street

into a shooting gallery!

If I hadn't done some shooting, Jenny'd be

lying on a marble slab right now!

Exactly! Simply because

she was mistaken for you!

I've asked you politely. Now I'll

ask you impolitely. Give me that gun!

I haven't got it!

Well?

This just arrived

from the FBI in Washington DC.

- Got a name for him?

- Name of John Gorman.

An habitu of New Orleans, Louisiana.

- Do you know him?

- Well, I know about him.

Word is that he's a stud who won't quit.

We'll pick him up.

Send out a top-priority signal.

- Right away, sir.

- (phone)

Yes?

Joseph Brannigan, long distance.

Hello.

Hello, big stuff.

Sure. Fine.

You did? Well, what's the dope?

Uh-huh.

Wait, let me get this straight.

Jupiter equity fund.

He bought 20,000 shares at 49,

sold them at three. Whoo!

That makes Melvin

a living, breathing pauper.

Sure, I will. Be home soon.

Your son? What's his line of work?

- Ballet.

- I should have guessed.

No, he's assistant district attorney

for Cook County.

Anything in that conversation

I should know about?

Commander, I wish it were Christmas.

Have I got some kind of a present for you.

(interference)

Yes.

Right. Thank you.

- Mr Fields is on his way up, sir.

- You know where he's parked.

Nine, lower level.

I got to the bank at the stroke of ten,

but it took eight clerks until now

to get this package together.

We were worried about you, Melvin.

- Make yourself right at home, Brannigan.

- I have.

We are now ready and willing

to make the payment.

Mr Fields, we have some new information,

and we are now very close to

a breakthrough in this case. Very close.

Oh?

Within four hours, or five at the most, we

expect to have Mr Larkin home and safe.

I strongly suggest, therefore,

that, in the best interests of your client,

you delay payment for those few hours.

No way.

This time I do exactly what they tell me.

You pay that money now and

you'll get Larkin back in chunks.

The lieutenant quotes

chapter and verse, Mr Fields.

This is a gentleman who rejoices

in the name of Charlie-the-Handle,

identified as a member

of the kidnap team.

He will lead us to Mr Larkin.

Kind of unusual, Melvin.

Couple of cops telling you

what's best for your client.

Knock it off. If Larkin's friends

find out I'm in bed with the Yard,

they'll part my hair with a blowtorch.

It's all there. You don't have to count it.

If you lose Larkin and that loot, they'll part

more than your hair with that blowtorch.

Earthy but accurate,

I would have thought.

If you'll accept my apologies, I really

must insist that you give us the time.

Something's coming in, sir.

Put it on the speaker.

(kidnapper) Calling Mel Fields on 17.35.

Now you contact us

on marine frequency 15.2.

Repeat:
15.2. We will use

different frequencies to contact you

and you will have only four seconds

to make the change.

Calling Mel Fields.

Calling Mel Fields on 17.35.

Are you there, Fields?

- This is Mel Fields.

- Now, I'm gonna give it to you just once,

so get it good.

This is how you make the drop.

You leave the hotel in exactly ten minutes.

Make sure you come alone.

Have you got that, Fields?

Yes, I've got it.

But I've run into a slight snag.

- What's the problem?

- There's no problem.

But the bank needs four or five hours

more to get the money together.

- What do you think, Geef? Coppers?

- For his sake, I hope not.

- Listen, Fields...

- Come on, Mel. Bring the money here!

Bring it!

All right, you've just bought yourself

four hours. And then you've had it.

Then you've had it.

All right.

You've got four hours to get Larkin back.

But if you don't, I make the payment,

and I won't tell you where or when.

- Fair enough.

- And, Commander Swann,

I want your word that there'll be

no surveillance of any kind.

You have my word, sir.

Oh, and be sure to call room service

if you need anything.

I will.

(Fields) Find anything?

She's clean, sir, except for this.

- A long-range homing device.

- (tuts)

Can't trust anybody these days.

Stay back. Not too close.

It's OK. He's alone.

Well, come on. Make the payoff

and let's get the hell outta here.

Not yet, Ben.

- What do you mean, not yet?

- Charlie. Geef.

- (Charlie) You're early, Fields.

- Yeah.

- Has he been a good boy?

- He never raised a finger.

Ooh.

Bad joke, Geef.

Good job, Charlie.

- Well, come on, get 'em off!

- Get back...

on your big, fat rear.

Mel.

What's going on?

You know, I think it's about time.

Yes.

But this is my party, Charlie.

Ben...

The first time we met, you told me

something I've never forgotten.

It's my golden rule, you might say.

Never trust anybody.

Mel, have you gone out of your...?

We pulled it off, Ben. We did it!

I'm sorry about your finger.

I'm really sorry.

I bet you are.

For a million bucks, it was worth it.

And don't forget that first payment

I've got stashed away.

- How do we get this off?

- The key's by the mirror.

It's first class for you all the way

to South America, and on into the sunset.

This makes up for that bath I took

in that Jupiter stock.

Yeah. Sorry about that.

And we got wall-to-wall alibis.

Oh, Scotland Yard'll swear that

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