Harrigan Page #3

- Now you can not enter.

- I kill him.

- Get rid of her.

I slip him the knife. I swear.

- Get off me. I'm warning you.

- Get in the car.

I heard you had problems with your wife.

Whatever the problem is,

we can solve.

It may feel now is not,

but there are always solutions.

So why do not you tell me what you want...

...And I will do my best for you.

It is the mother of her.

- I want to know what happens.

- Unbelievable. You had to watch her.

- Ma'am, calm down.

- He's dead.

Forget what happens outside.

What happens here is important.

I'll have her silence.

Bridie, let the woman keep her mouth shut.

And let Larson discard his megaphone.

That bothers us.

- She gives you the full low, or not?

- She hates us.

- Why is she so hard?

- I worked.

- What? Would not they working?

- That's not it. I'm a strike breaker.

Why.

- Thanks, Aunt Lil.

- I wish I could do more for you.

You do more than enough.

What would I do without you need?

Jason.

- Shall we ask your wife coming?

- It does not.

Give us at least a chance. This thing

with the knife does not help either.

I'm not in the mood.

- How's your wife?

- Sandra.

I will try to get Sandra here.

Do you then put away the knife?

So no one gets hurt.

Good.

Stop, Jason. That is dangerous.

Let inspector Larson ensure that

Ronnies wife Sandra comes.

Let me know when she's there.

While we wait, can you tell me as well

the whole story.

Step on the engine, damn.

That's quite a story, kid.

You control your own life, Ronnie.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Brigges, the woman there.

Thanks, Bridie.

- Do you hear that?

- Is she really?

What do we do now?

I have kept my end of the bargain.

- Is it a trick?

- I would never do that.

Come mee.

Let's go out with all three.

And do not worry, nobody will

child from you.

Because we do not let that happen.

Here is my hand.

Take it from me.

I was not going to hurt anyone.

I know.

Do you believe in God?

- You?

- . I do not know

But there is nothing wrong with a little

protection.

Bowl.

We're coming out.

Softly, the child is asleep.

- You filthy strike breaker.

- Stop it. And caps with that language.

Oh, no. Died instantly?

I'll tell him.

That kid from Frizell was killed.

He did not stand a chance.

You can have him.

He wants a clean slate.

I'll confess best burglaries.

No petty theft.

- You swallow what I cross, Larry.

- Or what?

Or maybe that old lady died

no natural death.

Right. A bottle with coins of ten pence

when scouting for Collie Lane.

You must have something better.

Two hundred sacks bird Artie's.

- This is a joke.

- You're right. It is an intrusion.

Dammit.

Where are you going?

You had to help me Larson.

You know how it goes.

This is for what he has done.

So sign now, but then I have this

pig crops around dinnertime.

There may be charges at twelve,

including those of Frizell.

And you're the hero

and you can scroll through all the trouble.

Get your hands.

I'm just doing my job.

You have no idea what the job entails,

nasty parasite.

Impaired a**hole.

Why did you come back?

I know already

You had to take care of this place, right?

You could not even take

care of your own daughter.

I'll sue you for assault hell.

You forget that I brought to the CID

after you have been binned for the same.

- Moss deserved.

- I'm not a flunkey.

If you cross me, puts the district chief

you back in uniform.

I hit Moss and everyone breaks down.

But Jenkins nearly

Whopper killing, goes under the carpet.

Understand that I sympathize with

you because of your great loss...

...And I've always supported.

But you threaten to go too far, so

when I wear it on your...

...To do with Moss well.

Do you understand?

You're a good cop, if you want.

Use wisely. Your last months

You've worked in Monk Shire.

Have you seen what it has become?

- Yes, it's a problem.

- I district office opened.

You broke?

I can solve the resulting Frizell case

and make the area livable again.

Because if we do not do something soon,

we lose confidence.

Maybe it's too late,

but you have nothing to lose.

- You get the glory, or you can call me...

- An ear sewn. Did you say that?

Well, I will instruct you Larson

give a team.

But I give you personal advice.

Be damn careful.

And take graze those bastards

ASAP.

Vicky, this is Bess. Sit.

She's an ex-police dog.

And she is kind to children.

- Where's the baby?

- When Aunt Lil.

Blijf.

Please.

Whopper.

Come here.

Come here, jongen.

Come on, kid.

- Hey, boy.

- Do not touch me. I did not say anything.

I Whopper Bagley

promised protection.

- Calm.

- I've given my word.

Calm down, I said.

I'm sick of your sh*t,

miserable stubborn.

There was no evidence.

Jenkins has withdrawn its declaration.

So before you blame the Coles,

forget it.

They have alibis and Homicide

takes over. You do nothing.

So anything is amiss?

If you play dangerous games

that sometimes takes your life.

What do you mean exactly?

Shall we not only talk about Hong Kong?

- Caution.

- That's me, Sergeant.

I have.

- Good. I now want my team.

- There is no budget and...

Your budget do not care. The district office

is open, with the consent of Atkins.

So, here with my team.

I want Swift, Lau and Bridie.

And you get Moss.

Besides, this is the first time that I see

you are really passionate . And you know...

...It looks good on you.

They even left their sh*t,

the bastards.

I should hang for that Coles.

You will need body bags.

- Billy, I'm going to fix this.

- How?

I have followed your advice.

- I district office opened.

- Bullshit.

- Seriously?

- Dead serious.

So let me handle this and wait.

No stupid things.

I'll have extra sugar.

- Where are you going?

- The gym.

- In your pajamas?

- He thinks he's Bruce Lee.

- Think you're fast?

- Indeed.

Put your bag down and try this out.

Put your finger underneath.

All you need to do...

...Is the coin of my hand tackle

before I close my fist.

Slow. Properly. My turn.

- You cheated, brigges.

- No, that's uitgenast.

Tell your ballet off and come to

Stanley Street. 20:00 plainclothes.

Bruce.

Nice jacket.

Connect the car. We start walking.

This is it.

A brown beer, with two glasses.

Come my mother's underpants

wash, Chinese?

- Thanks.

- It is quietly here.

- I smell sh*t.

- I do.

Copper Sh*t.

- And sour gook sh*t.

- Hello, Mr. Dunstan.

- How pleasant to see you.

- F***.

- That is very rude.

- F*** you, I said. Cop.

Another bottle, please.

Fancy a pint?

Then you can tell me...

...What's happening here,

like you used to do.

You will turn yet, mate.

Believe me.

Next time you need bacon serve.

And you can fasten a prayer.

Because I missed you last time...

...I'll kill you next time.

Bye.

- That was precarious.

- Next time the main movie.

- What was it then?

- The trailer.

I'm going to drink something.

You can return to your course origami.

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