The Young Americans

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- What's this?

- Hey! Off the car!

Kids!

I said get off the car!

No.

Mr. Harris?

Detective Carver.

- Brian Carver.

- How do you do?

- This is my partner, Lewis Carnegie.

- And how do you do?

- Nice to meet you.

- How was your flight?

- Long.

- I hate flying.

They pack you in like sardines

and half starve you.

Upper class is usually okay.

The car's this way, sir.

- I'll put this in the back

for you, sir. - Thank you.

- First time in London?

- Yes.

I've been looking

forward to it.

I hope we don't

disappoint you.

F***ing animals.

- Not exactly Hollywood,

is it, sir? - Not yet.

Todo hace lo mismo.

It's Spanish. It means

"Everything eventually becomes the same."

Well, they teach you that

at Police Academy, do they?

No. You pick it up

along the way. It helps.

Yeah? F*** me, Brian.

We'd better learn to speak Chinese, eh?

Aw, paddy.

Bollocks.

- Thanks for the ride.

- No problem.

Be all right, will you?

Stupid question, I suppose.

If ever you want to change your life

with mine while you're here, just ask.

It's the lobby. Hotels usually go

downhill from here.

- I'll see you gentlemen in the morning.

- I'm looking forward to it.

Thank you very much, sir.

Hi, this is Sam Harris.

I can't get to the phone.

Leave a message, okay?

Thanks. Bye.

Right. George Fletcher, a string

of previous convictions.

Mostly armed robbery.

Served seven years.

Came out in '87.

Teamed up with Curtis Payne.

Between them they controlled a chain of

supply houses from Brixton to Greenwich.

Mostly designer drugs.

Ecstasy. Crack.

Probably one of the biggest

drug rings we've uncovered.

Killed by automatic gunfire.

No known suspects.

Roy England.

Minor drug-related convictions.

Limehouse drug squad reckoned

he was expanding his operation.

Died april the 12th.

Shot in the face, back and chest.

No suspects.

Frank Pierce. You all know him.

One of the old greats.

Mayfair safety deposit job

back in '74.

Very powerful. No recent record.

Just legitimate imports.

Freight, trucking. No known

involvement in the drugs trade.

Killed last wednesday with his

bodyguard. Messy killing.

One shot to the head, five

to the body. Close range.

No arrests, no leads, no sense.

Obviously, there's a pattern.

They're not random targets.

They're specific. In fact, if they

hadn't have been the victims,

they'd have been

our first suspects.

Any prints found at the scene

are new to us.

- Maybe it's the Jamaicans moving in.

- Yeah, that's what we thought...

'til they come to us...

for protection.

The men are from all over

really. Mainly C.I.D.

Detectives already linked with

the relevant investigations.

The whole operation's being

coordinated from here.

This is going to belong to a foreign bank

eventually. We've leased it for six months.

They think we're with

The Inland Revenue.

- It's all a secret then?

- Secret? No, it's not a secret.

We just don't tell them what we're doing.

Mr. Harris, detective Foster.

Special branch.

One of mine, actually.

- Foster takes over when I'm not around.

- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Harris.

How was the flight?

- What's wrong? - I just didn't expect

everyone to be so polite.

Well, I hope that doesn't have

to change. We're just down here.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Just a few moments of your time.

If I could have your attention...

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Gray.

- Good morning. - How are you?

This won't take too long.

This is John Harris, who just flew

in yesterday from Los Angeles...

to help us with our

investigation.

Mr. Harris is a...

group leader...

with the drug enforcement

administration.

He has operational experience in New York

and more recently in Los Angeles.

Over here, his principal capacity

is that of an... advisor.

We're very lucky

to have him with us.

He's a highly

decorated policeman.

Would you like to say a

few words to the troops?

I'm not going to say much.

Excuse me.

I don't think I have to.

As Mr. Donnelly said, I am here as an

advisor. I'm not here to get in your way.

The D.E.A. is extremely experienced at

establishing a task-force environment.

Getting everyone together like this,

exchanging needs, ideas...

It gives everyone the opportunity to

focus clearly on the real problems.

It also gives us a wider jurisdiction

when it comes to the arrests.

And who are we going

to arrest exactly?

Whoever's responsible for

what's going on here.

And who's that? All we've got at the moment

is a bunch of dead villains. Nothing else.

You're gonna have plenty of time to

talk about it, Carnegie.

You and Carver are going to be

showing Mr. Harris around.

Give me the keys.

I'm driving.

So, what do you want

to see first, Mr. Harris?

Frank Pierce's funeral.

That should be interesting.

He won't be able

to tell you much.

I'm sure there'll be a lot of

concerned friends present.

Maybe not friends, just concerned.

I'd like to hear why.

"I am the resurrection and

the life," said the Lord.

"He that believeth in me,

though he were dead, yet shall he live.

"And whosoever liveth

and believeth in me..."

Well. Real celebrity

turnout today.

See the gray-haired geezer

there, shaking hands?

You've got a real star there.

Sidney Callow. One of the last

remaining good old boys.

He was big in the 60's, early 70's.

They treat him like

f***ing royalty.

- Another drug man?

- No, thanks.

Callow's not into drugs

and never has been.

No, protection.

A good, old-fashioned gangster.

Made a fortune in prison.

- Ran his own little empire, whitechapel

to bow. - Thanks for coming with us.

They loved him. Was probably drugs

that put him out of business.

It's a young man's poison.

It's a whole new world.

these old boys,

I never could understand them.

And now?

- Moved out to the suburbs.

Croydon somewhere. - Yeah, Surrey.

Who's the guy with the glasses?

Jack Doyle. Nightclub owner.

Last person to see Frank alive.

What did he have to say?

- Came in himself as soon as he heard.

- Couldn't tell us anything.

Sid!

Lewis is over there.

Hello, Lewis, Brian.

- Wouldn't have thought you'd have bothered.

- I had no problems with Frank.

Who's your friend?

One of our colleagues

from across the Atlantic.

Haven't we got

enough policemen?

You read the papers. We've got their crime,

we may as well have their coppers.

John Harris, Sidney Callow.

I've been to the states

a couple of times.

Disney World. I like it there.

The streets are spotless.

They hire a lot of people

to pick up the garbage.

- Where are you from?

- New York. You ever been there?

No.

I think you'd like it there.

What's going on, Lewis?

I thought you could tell me.

Nobody knows a thing.

Believe me, I've asked.

All I know is, nobody's

doing anything to stop it.

Was Frank getting

into anything new?

I don't think so.

Maybe it was what he

wasn't getting into.

If this goes on much longer, he's going

to be coming to us for protection.

Come on, let's get out

of here. I'm starving.

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