Brannigan Page #3

You'd better put it out there

through the open door.

Grand Central Station.

Hey, muscles. It's a bit tight here.

Can you give us a hand?

Excuse me a moment, Mr Larkin.

Now, what's all this?

(Larkin coughs)

That's great.

Oh, you like that, do you?

(muffled cries)

Yeah. Good.

How do you like that?

Morning, sir.

Here we are, sir. The Garrick Club.

- See you later, sir.

- Aren't you joining us?

If I walked in I'd cause

a dozen heart attacks.

It's a men's club - rules strictly enforced.

Too bad.

Sir?

Brannigan. Jim Brannigan.

To see Commander Swann.

Yes, that'll be Sir Charles.

He's in the lounge bar, upstairs.

- Thank you.

- Begging your pardon, sir...

I'm sorry, Mr Brannigan. It's a club rule.

Fine.

Strictly enforced, I presume.

And that was the last I saw of her.

Excuse me.

Lieutenant Brannigan? Charles Swann.

- Pleasant flight?

- Just long.

- Would you like a glass of sherry?

- Actually, I'd like a boilermaker.

That's whisky - neat, you'd say -

and a beer chaser, cold, if you can find it.

- Certainly, sir.

- I think we can manage that.

A good old Polish drink.

Where do we pick up this Larkin?

Well, he's under surveillance.

Surveillance? You come

to the States for a prisoner,

we'd have him standing by

handcuffed at the airport.

Yes, but under our judicial system

Mr Larkin has the right to apply for bail.

Well, unfortunately,

we have the same law.

- That's how we lost him.

- Rather careless, wasn't it?

You can rest assured

that won't happen here.

- Spot of lunch?

- Why not?

Then we'll pick up your friend Larkin.

- Should I call you Sir Charles?

- I think Swann'll do nicely, thank you.

I only use the "sir" for theatre tickets and

table reservations. May I lead the way?

Morning, sir.

Actually, the title is a military courtesy

granted to one of my ancient ancestors,

probably for holding

somebody's horse at a coronation.

- How's this?

- Thank you.

- No castles or booty?

- No, I'm afraid not.

But every Maundy Thursday,

for some reason,

I'm granted the inestimable privilege -

morning, Barker -

of dropping a sprig of myrtle

in the river Thames at Westminster.

- The Dover sole is excellent.

- Thank you. Dover sole?

Commander, it's my breakfast time.

I'd sure like two over easy,

some bacon, crisp, and a short stack.

Right. I think what my guest would like

is two eggs, lightly fried on either side,

a couple of rashers of bacon

and a modest portion of pancakes.

- Not too modest on the pancakes.

- Sir.

- And Dover sole for me, please.

- Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant, you shouldn't be wearing

that particular item.

Well, the fella at the front desk

said I had to put it on.

Not the tie.

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