Sweeney!

The traffic's terrible, it's this conference.

The whole of London's blocked.

Yes, well you're here now, come on.

- Am I dressed okay? - You look super.

- Right, take care of her. - Of course.

Oh, this brings back memories.

- Me too. - Drink?

That's what it's for, party time.

- Whoopee! - Same old poison?

As always, aren't you clever to remember.

Well, you always could stick it away.

Clear?

Right, so let's have a voice test, yeah?

Voice test?

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just, I can't read your writing, shall I start again?

Yeah, sure, no problem.

This is Janice Wyatt, I want to speak to Charles Baker.

This is Janice Wyatt, I insist on talking to Charles Baker.

Charles, Nigel, you got my message?

Elliott, I'm speaking last after Morocco.

- Right. - Will he be long?

Exactly 18 minutes.

It's the same damn speech he made in 1978.

We're going for a high oil price.

Hey, you won, you finally made it?

The Cabinet's been up all night, I threatened to resign.

You should've seen the PM's face.

It's all in my opening speech. - Uh-huh.

I've taken something and I think I'm going to sleep.

I'm in room 847.

Are you sure that's alright, I mean,

I could give it more desperation, if you wanted.

No, no, that's fine, really.

Good.

Eight four seven.

Right, well that's it.

I don't think we need detain you any longer, Janice.

Johnson.

Yes on that item.

It's a personal call for you, sir.

I don't know how it came through here, but...

- Who is it? - It's a lady, sir.

Janice Wyatt. - I can't speak to anyone now.

She's very insistent, she won't stop talking.

What's wrong?

Someone's come through on the hot line.

A Miss Janice Wyatt?

Okay, I'll handle it.

McQueen.

Janice, this is Elliott.

Janice, this line is reserved, how the hell did you get...

Now, the conference calls on the Secretary of State for

Energy of our host and newest member, the United Kingdom.

Your Royal Highness, Excellency.

You're where?

Hotel?

Huh? - I'm in room 847.

Eight four seven.

And it's not only in Britain's interest.

If we are to help the poor nations as well as ourselves,

we must have the means to do it.

And that involves the raising of the price of oil.

This is the one.

Charles, come in.

Would you wait here, please, Sergeant, um...

- Price. - Price.

Thank god you're here. - Elliott.

With no explanation at all... - Quiet.

With no explanation at all,

you have dragged half across London!

I couldn't explain to anyone, Charles.

In here.

Oh, Christ Almighty.

Oh, Jesus. - Leave her, Charles.

There's no pulse, she's dead.

I came over right after her call.

There's, uh, there's a note here.

It's addressed to you.

I've touched nothing and neither must you.

It says, "My darling, your career is finally taking off.

"I understand how that can only be shared

"by your wife and children.

"I hope I don't weaken and call you at the end.

"I love you, Janice." - Well, she finally did it.

She ruined my marriage and now, now she's wrecked my career.

I'm finished. - No!

No, not necessarily.

I may be able to help. - You're a press agent.

Elliott, you can't handle this.

Yeah, but, but I know people who could.

Trust me?

Oh, god.

You alright, lovely?

Oh, Christ, I'm stiff.

I hurt all over.

It's so cold.

I know exactly what you mean.

What's that noise?

That is my bloody alarm clock.

Can't you turn it off?

I think I can manage that, just.

For the first time in London,

delegates from all the major oil-producing...

Oi.

Oi!

You sleep alright?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's comfortable bed.

Oh, is it?

I'll have to try it sometime.

It's also 8:30.

George, it's half-past eight!

I'll see you outside in the car.

Bloody hell.

Do you mean that that squad car

that's waiting outside your flat to pick you up first

and then come here to pick me up isn't ours?

Fine, but why didn't you change the call?

Why did you have to get so pissed

you couldn't make it back to your gaff?

- Shh! - And nick my bed!

I'd have slept in here.

You pulled rank to get that bed!

- Crap! - That's right!

George, I've got Ronnie Brent ringing me at nine, no?

Just 'cause you blew it with her friend, you had to

come here and spoil my little scene, didn't you, eh?

What, her?

She fancied me.

- She fan... - Yeah.

Oh dear, oh lor...

Sally.

Oi, Sally, love. - Mm?

Listen, it's 8:30 and we've gotta go, alright?

But you can use the bed now, okay?

Holy Christ Almighty!

I'm on the early Concorde to Bahrain!

There you are, I told you I could do it.

Right, George, what's the urgency?

We've gotta get to the Yard.

Oh, this is my guvnor, Mr. Regan.

Right, sir, well traffic round Westminster's

all blocked up, no chance, you'll have to take a tube.

Oh, great, what am I gonna do?

Here, Pete, come here, come here, a big favour, right?

- Yeah? - Now, listen.

You've just had a tip-off about a lot of stolen vehicles

at Heathrow Airport, right? - I have?

Yeah, course you have!

Hey, hey, this'll cost you, George.

- Yeah, alright, alright. - Alright, sir!

Yeah.

Thanks, Jack, you saved my life.

Come on, love, you'll have to lie down in the back.

Keep flat, right out of sight, alright?

Well, you can pay for the bleedin' tube, then.

Daniels, DS, four seven six two.

Mornin', sir, Detective Constable Burtonshaw.

Burtonshaw, DC, four seven eight three.

Left-hander. - Thank you, sir.

Left-hander, sign of an artistic temperament.

- Burtonshaw! - Bet you're a Sagittarian.

- No, a Methodist. - Daniels!

How we doing for time?

Badly.

- Ronnie'll wait, won't he? - He better.

So, where's the DI then?

Even money, pissed as a puddin'!

- Hello, Guvnor. - Afternoon, Guvnor.

Shut it!

Someone get us a cup of coffee.

DI Regan, any messages?

So what's it all about then, Guvnor?

What's the code word, Guv?

Leave it out, you noisy lot of sods.

What?

Where was he?

Well, you should've bloody well asked him!

Right.

There's seven of 'em, but one's gonna be a bit of a handful.

A big bastard with a ring in his ear.

- Big Tiny. - What, the gypo?

When they had him down Wood Green Nick, he wouldn't

come out his cell, so they sent this big Alsatian in.

Do you know he bust its jaw and threw the bastard out?

Yeah, I saw the film, Dog Day Afternoon.

The code word is, uh...

Air Screw. - What's that mean, Guvnor?

Right, it's wages, a lot of wages.

I'll know where in a minute.

Regan. - It's Ronnie, you're late.

- How'd you get on last night? - Terrific.

That's not funny. - Anyway, listen, it's on.

10:30, the Fulham Works, like I said.

Yes, thanks, Ronnie.

Good luck.

Right, that's the door.

That's where the wages truck will come from.