Brannigan

This is Captain Moretti to unit five.

Pick up Brannigan. Use a forklift

if you have to, but get him.

APB on Lieutenant James Brannigan.

(man on radio) Brannigan.

Cream sports. You know the licence.

- Knock, knock.

- Breaking and entering's against the law.

I rang. You didn't answer.

I was working.

Doing your own engraving now?

Hey! Wouldn't know

old Abe without his mole.

Where's Larkin?

No serial number, no prints,

can't be traced...

Nobody'll know who dumped you.

I don't spook, Brannigan.

All right.

The government wants Larkin for taxes.

Chicago police want him for extortion.

Cut out the dedicated-cop act. Everybody

in this town knows you want Larkin.

And the grand jury finally indicts him

and he disappears.

And I'll give you five seconds

to tell me where. You count.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait, OK.

- He left town.

- How?

- I don't know.

- Where?

I don't know. No, wait a minute.

I don't know. You gotta believe me.

All right. Cool it.

You must be gettin' old, Angell,

tryin' to push second-rate paper like this.

Manny, this is Warehouse 17, Polk Street.

- I got a paperhanger.

- Turn around, big man.

- Angell, you're a real bush-leaguer.

- Yeah?

- Know somethin'? I don't think it's loaded.

- You dirty, lousy Mick!

You got no rules! You got no...

(on radio) Jim? Jim, are you all right?

Are you all right, Jim?

Moretti's steaming. You got the whole

Chicago PD looking for you.

- Nice to be wanted.

- You're wanted all right.

- There's an APB out on you.

- Listen, Brannigan, you're dead.

There's a contract out on you.

Try explaining that to your parole officer.

Larkin's put up 25 Gs

to get you knocked off.

You're gonna be walking down the street,

or sleeping, or sitting on the can,

and the next minute,

Brannigan, you are dead!

You lousy Mick, you!

(siren)

Brannigan.

He's on the inside, far end of 17.

Not him.

Who?

You. The captain wants to see you. Now.

- You got a warrant?

- I don't need a warrant, Jim.

- You're a public menace.

- All right.

- Get in.

- That's my car.

Joe'll bring your car.

(Brannigan) Careful of the paint job.

(PA) British Airways flight 570

nonstop 747 to London

will depart from the B concourse.

Ah, you made it.

All right, Captain. You goin' someplace?

No, Lieutenant.

- You are.

- I am?

- What is this, Moretti?

- Passport, airline ticket, 500 expenses.

- I packed a bag for you.

- That is my bag.

I put everything in that was clean.

Here, don't catch cold.

You're gonna make somebody

a nice little wife.

- I'm doin' you a favour, Jim.

- Yeah.

- Ben Larkin got outta town.

- I know that.

- He's in London. Scotland Yard's got him.

- London?

You got extradition papers.

Miss Allen? I thought you might like

to bring him back and kick him in a cell.

- Miss Allen, Lieutenant Brannigan.

- Hi.

- She'll find a seat for you.

- Hi.

Just follow me, Lieutenant.

Anywhere.

Nice day.

- Want to walk, Mel?

- All right. You're on.

(man) By the right!

Keep up there!

(man) First order of business -

call off the wolves.

Even the elevator man looks

like he's from Scotland Yard.

(Mel) It may not be as simple as that.

What broke loose?

The word was in the street, Ben.

Somebody talked, somebody listened.

Chicago is sending Jim Brannigan over

with extradition papers and handcuffs.

He'll be at Heathrow any time now.

I told you I wanted

that Irish bastard wasted.

It's being taken care of, Ben.

That won't help your extradition problem.

There'll only be a dozen cops

on the next flight with more papers.

Well, I'm not running. I like this town.

I like the women, the clubs, the action.

- I always did.

- Ben, please. Listen to what I worked out.

Now, in Devon,

at an airport nobody's used for years,

I've got a pilot who'll take you to Ireland

where you'll skip

immigration and customs.

Then you'll head on south

to Ecuador, Venezuela...

Oh, that's just great. I end up eating

bananas, listening to my arteries harden.

Ben... I'm talking to you as your lawyer,

your friend, not a tour guide.

The Cook County grand jury

can't touch you down there.

(Larkin scoffs)

(Mel) Look, the boys'll take care of you.

They have to. They've got

more skeletons than most graveyards.

- And you know what closets they hang in.

- (Larkin) Fields,

we didn't build this organisation by

running the grand juries to save our hides.

- We stick together.

- That's what I'm saying.

To the boys, you're still number one.

They'll see that you live like a king.

They'll use me as a conduit.

I'll funnel the cash to Switzerland,

launder it in Panama,

and ship it to you by bank drafts

or letters of credit, whichever you prefer.

That's good. That's good.

You know, Mel, those bananas

will taste a hell of a lot better

when I know Brannigan's lying

in some gutter.

It's done.

- Who you got?

- Gorman. We used him before.

Good. He's a pro.

Enough of the walking. Let's ride.

(PA) British Airways flight number BA570

from Chicago is now arriving at gate two.

Is flight 570 in yet?

- It's just arrived.

- Could you make the announcement?

Yes, of course.

- Have a nice stay.

- Thank you.

(PA) Would Mr James Brannigan,

British Airways passenger from Chicago,

please report to the British Airways

information desk?

James Brannigan, British Airways

information desk, please.

How long are you expecting

to be with us, Mr Gorman?

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