Dirty Tricks Page #13

[Grunts]

Don't try and tell me

they've traced me here.

All the British police

are good for

is arresting

innocent black people.

The simplest feat of detection

is far too much

for the average British bobby.

- Good night, senor.

- Can I help you?

You are Mister, uh...

If you can't read the name,

make one up.

It's your country, mate --

You have to arrest him.

How the hell did you find me'?

Credit cards, my friend.

Only two flights to Malagrena

every 24 hours.

I was on the one behind you.

In the hold, by the look of you.

Book him.

I wonder what the state of play

is on extradition treaties

between Malagrena

and the United Kingdom.

I suppose I should have

looked into that

more closely, shouldn't I'?

Which is howl come to be here,

at a police station

in downtown San Bartolomeo,

Where I do not intend staying

a moment longer than I have to.

Inspector...

Tell me, do you know the state

of the extradition agreement

between Malagrena and the U.K.'?

Usual procedure.

We present our evidence to the

magistrate, they accept it,

you come back with us,

we try you.

On what evidence?

Evidence that you killed

your wife and her first husband.

I did no such thing.

I repeat --

I did not murder my wife,

And I did not murder

her first husband.

And you know I didn't.

I have admitted

unlawfully disposing

I have admitted

unlawfully disposing

of my late wife's body,

lying to the police

and the courts,

and conspiring to kidnap

and inflict grievous bodily harm

upon Clive Phillips,

a man who, let me remind you,

insulted me professionally

and betrayed me sexually.

Had the British Government

charged me

with any of these offenses,

I should have had no alternative

but to plead guilty

and let the law take its course.

But they did not --

for the simple reason

that none of these crimes

fall Within the terms

of the extradition treaty

between our two governments.

The British police therefore

have resorted

to fabricating charges

in a category which is covered

by the treaty,

namely murder.

And this crime, gentlemen,

I did not commit.

What we call justice is mainly,

as we all know,

a matter

of political expediency.

Societies punish outsiders.

And I am an outsider

in English society.

But I hope, and indeed pray,

that I may be accepted in this,

my country of choice, Malagrena.

I rest my case.

Who are those guys'?

Well, one is from our embassy

and the other, I think,

is someone rather high up

in the Malagrenan

Security Services.

[Speaking Spanish]

That's us.

JUDGE:
While we are mindful

of the relationship

between our two countries,

it seems to me,

from what I have heard,

that the accused's version

of events

is more of less sustained

by the available evidence.

I am therefore

going to have to refuse

the request for extradition.

You, sir, are free to go.

Your Excellency, I thank you.

My faith in South American

justice has been vindicated.

So it went your way.

The beak is a great Anglophile,

I hear.

Unlike me.

Would you accept a little advice

from a cynical old plod'?

Your friend Senor Garcia is

a respectable secret policeman

this side of the water.

I wouldn't advertise your

presence here too energetically.

Inspector, this is a large city,

and I intend to live

very, very quietly.

[ Music stops playing]

Welcome to my country.

[Laughs nervously]

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