Brannigan Page #4

The.38 calibre Colt Diamondback.

Commander, I always wear this.

I'm afraid it's placing you in violation of

British law and Scotland Yard regulations.

Well, it isn't in violation

of United States law,

and I work under the Chicago

Police Department regulations

which makes it obligatory.

Then I strongly urge you

to resist any temptation to use it.

Well, I don't think I'll be needing it in here.

Excuse me, Sir Charles.

A gentleman to see you at the door.

Excuse me.

Barker, bring the lieutenant a whisky

and a beer chaser, will you?

You mean a boilermaker, sir.

Make it two.

- What for?

- Mr Larkin has been kidnapped.

It can't happen here, huh?

Well, cheer up.

All we can lose is our jobs.

(buzzer)

(knocking at door)

Oh. Gorman?

Yeah.

A friend said you had a package for me.

Two questions - from where and for what?

- From Chicago, to hit something.

- (chuckles)

Right on, bucko.

Half now and half at ice time.

When he's on ice, you mean.

- A bit light.

- It's just my usual commission.

Off their end, not mine. Don't be difficult.

Why don't you stay awhile

and talk to Luana?

Hm?

Oh.

Nice and gentle, love. I'm not kinky.

You are what you're paid to be.

(gasps)

(Swann) This is all that Larkin

left behind at the athletic club.

(Brannigan) We don't know

he was really snatched.

Of course not. But we do still have

that masseur unconscious in hospital.

It might be just an act.

I don't think that's an assumption

the Yard can afford to make.

If it was up to me I'd get some men

out thumpin' on the streets,

passing out some e pluribus unum.

That's what 90 per cent

of police work is today.

The murder rate in your country, I'm sure,

gives testimony to your superior methods.

Commander, I didn't come

over here to argue methods.

But a certain Ben Larkin is missing, and

I intend to use my best efforts to find him.

Without interfering

with the Yard, of course.

Oh, er, Lieutenant.

I am still a little concerned

about a certain item you're wearing.

Oh, well, if that bothers you...

wear it in good health.

The old school tie.

Well, guv, what do you think

of our friend Brannigan?

Well...

he's an American.

Sir Charles. Why would

a bona fide lord wanna be a cop?

Because he's good at it.

Why are you a cop?

I don't know. Runs in the family.

But it stops right here. My son is a lawyer.

Uh-huh?

Hello, Central? Central 77 here.

Mollie? Do me a favour, will you?

Call Richard and tell him I'll be late.

I don't know. About seven. Thanks.

Monkey wrench?

You mean a spanner?

Did I throw one in your social life?

Well, not quite.

Not that Richard is exactly

a paragon of patience.

Well, just blame it on your Yankee

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