Harrigan

There is POLITICAL UNREST, ECONOMIC CHAOS

AND THERE IS MASS DISCONTINUED

POWER OUTAGE plague ENGLAND

A 3-DAY WEEK IS SE TO SAVE ENERGY

POLICE DESERVES LESS

THAN EVER, BUT MUST ECONOMIZE

AND RESOURCES TO CENTRALIZED

MANY DISTRICT OFFICES ARE CLOSED

SO MANY defenseless REMAIN

IN darkened streets

TRUE CRIME rampant

IT'S JANUARY 1974

Coming back has not been easy,

treasure.

It was cold and empty when I left...

...And it's even colder and army

now I'm back.

But your smiling face and funny giggles...

...Will warm me when I need it.

I miss you terribly, little one.

And I hope you and your mom

forgive me...

...For what I had to do.

Big kisses and hugs firm, dad.

All right, all right.

- So you're back, kid.

- I'm sorry to wake you, Billy.

's Okay, son.

Sleep is now nothing more than

previews of death.

The woman has fallen dust,

there is food and milk in the kitchen...

...And a box of candles on the dresser.

Sorry about the picture. I fix it.

- Can you come home, Billy?

- I can still walk, though.

And it makes me wake up. Here.

And do not put things in the...

Excuse me.

- Good to see you here again lad.

- Likewise, Billy.

- And thank the woman out of me.

- I will.

I want that money by Friday, damn.

Northern f***ing monkey.

Go to the barn.

Move.

- Friday? It never fails me Bernie.

- I want that money Friday.

You only ensures that you have the.

Whopper.

Come on, kid. Get out.

Get a move on a bit.

Another one to learn it off.

- Hello, beautiful.

- Shut up.

Come here, you ugly b*tch.

It's not personal. Caught?

Not at all.

Probably.

It's not personal.

Finish your plate,

you become a big, strong boy.

The latest news about the three-day strike.

In the northeast one is forced

to steal to stay warm blankets.

We will have to fight harder.

- Hi, Barry. All kits?

- Perfect, Frankie.

- You're nice little weight.

- Too much rice and too much heat.

Your security is worthless.

This was outside.

Tell me about it. They are trying to steal

it. Three times a week With content.

Are you back to it

a grim detective?

- Really. My count.

- I'll give you quite right.

Everything to hell.

The fact is, we're out of time.

But I'm glad you're back.

Thanks, Frankie.

- How was the mysterious east?

- It was hot, sticky and it stank.

- It must be weird, I'm in this chair.

- I'm not hard to do.

I hope. The figures have

improved since I'm Inspector.

I have made changes,

despite the cuts.

- Nice.

- New statutes...

...Criminal records,

recording heads, good stuff.

You're going to analyze files.

Comfortable, pension insurance.

Nice work. You take over Trimble,

which stops about three weeks.

I'll introduce myself.

A few faces remember you.

Something personal. Those guys

in Hong Kong can not be trusted...

...But now you're safe.

There are no triads, sergeant.

- Damn. You said what?

- Can you do anything right?

- Is your family from the north of China?

- His mother is from Blyth...

...And his father Kibblesworth.

- Thank you, Agent Swift.

- I got this from my grandfather. Sorry,

sir. - Brigadier. I work for a living.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Good morning, all.

Brigadier Harrigan coming to

work here again. For a while.

Make him feel at home.

Thank you, beauty.

There is more month

brought to light. Good work.

Bridie? Can I have your records?

This has been through a lot.

I'll let you go ahead.

- Brigadier Harrigan.

- Brigadier Wheland.

- Are you kidding?

- You now have three stripes anyway?

- That flaccid bag continues to reject me.

- Maybe next time.

I have a stabbing

and it pisses me off, so...

- We should have a drink and catch up.

- Certainly.

Do you have that eye sustained in service?

Brigges.

- What did you write on your hand?

- I made notes.

Then you can now officially report.

Take such a note... Hold on.

Brigadier Harrigan. Billy?

What is it?

No, I'm myself.

Do you have a car? Come on.

- When did that happen?

- Over a year ago.

- Centralization and nerds.

- Yes. And now we have this.

Policing is running.

Do not keep your balls in a hot car.

That we are still doing well?

Not for long, kid.

You stay in the car.

How did you get it through customs?

In a large trunk with holes.

What's the matter, Billy?

There's three times in a fortnight

burglarized. Nobody does what.

- What makes you so angry?

- Precious memories.

And it keeps me in sentences in this hell.

- Do you have names for me?

- The boys from Cole.

Did you never met?

That will come later.

Withers. The whole family.

A year ago they came here and

took the whole thing over.

Good people live here.

Who does not. Deserve this misery

- Stop right.

- Moss This is his neighborhood.

Stop.

- Give back.

- Listen, you.

Give me money tomorrow

you get your book back.

That scum sucking them off completely.

- Do you know him?

- Dunstan.

- We've known each other forever.

- He is acquitted, right?

If there is something for you to Vicky?

Do not worry. He will come.

They always do.

Alfie, shut the car off.

That was it. The shop is closed.

Get out.

- What you got? Have you seen a ghost?

- The ghost of Harrigan.

That bastard wanted you still sew an ear?

- He should hang.

- Dooie cop.

It's not funny, Bernie.

He killed our man in Hong Kong.

That jerk is a thorn in my fur.

Bring on your flaps.

And the rest.

Perv.

Wait.

That will cost you extra.

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