The Young Americans

- What's this? - Hey! Off the car!

Kids!

I said get off the car!

No.

Mr. Harris? Detective Carver.

- Brian Carver. - How do you do?

- This is my partner, Lewis Carnegie. - And how do you do?

- Nice to meet you. - How was your flight?

- Long. - I hate flying.

They pack you in like sardines and half starve you.

Upper class is usually okay.

The car's this way, sir.

- I'll put this in the back for you, sir. - Thank you.

- First time in London? - Yes.

I've been looking forward to it.

I hope we don't disappoint you.

Fucking animals.

- Not exactly Hollywood, is it, sir? - Not yet.

Todo hace lo mismo.

It's Spanish. It means "Everything eventually becomes the same."

Well, they teach you that at Police Academy, do they?

No. You pick it up along the way. It helps.

Yeah? Fuck me, Brian. We'd better learn to speak Chinese, eh?

Aw, paddy.

Bollocks.

- Thanks for the ride. - No problem.

Be all right, will you? Stupid question, I suppose.

If ever you want to change your life with mine while you're here, just ask.

It's the lobby. Hotels usually go downhill from here.

- I'll see you gentlemen in the morning. - I'm looking forward to it.

Thank you very much, sir.

Hi, this is Sam Harris.

I can't get to the phone. Leave a message, okay?

Thanks. Bye.

Right. George Fletcher, a string of previous convictions.

Mostly armed robbery. Served seven years.

Came out in '87. Teamed up with Curtis Payne.

Between them they controlled a chain of supply houses from Brixton to Greenwich.

Mostly designer drugs. Ecstasy. Crack.

Probably one of the biggest drug rings we've uncovered.

Killed by automatic gunfire. No known suspects.

Roy England. Minor drug-related convictions.

Limehouse drug squad reckoned he was expanding his operation.

Died april the 12th. Shot in the face, back and chest.

No suspects.

Frank Pierce. You all know him. One of the old greats.

Mayfair safety deposit job back in '74.

Very powerful. No recent record. Just legitimate imports.

Freight, trucking. No known involvement in the drugs trade.

Killed last wednesday with his bodyguard. Messy killing.

One shot to the head, five to the body. Close range.

No arrests, no leads, no sense.

Obviously, there's a pattern. They're not random targets.

They're specific. In fact, if they hadn't have been the victims,

they'd have been our first suspects.

Any prints found at the scene are new to us.

- Maybe it's the Jamaicans moving in. - Yeah, that's what we thought...

'til they come to us... for protection.

The men are from all over really. Mainly C.I.D.

Detectives already linked with the relevant investigations.

The whole operation's being coordinated from here.

This is going to belong to a foreign bank eventually. We've leased it for six months.

They think we're with The Inland Revenue.

- It's all a secret then? - Secret? No, it's not a secret.

We just don't tell them what we're doing. Mr. Harris, detective Foster.

Special branch. One of mine, actually.

- Foster takes over when I'm not around. - Pleased to meet you, Mr. Harris.

How was the flight?

- What's wrong? - I just didn't expect everyone to be so polite.

Well, I hope that doesn't have to change. We're just down here.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Just a few moments of your time. If I could have your attention...

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Gray. - Good morning. - How are you?

This won't take too long.

This is John Harris, who just flew in yesterday from Los Angeles...

to help us with our investigation.

Mr. Harris is a... group leader...

with the drug enforcement administration.

He has operational experience in New York and more recently in Los Angeles.

Over here, his principal capacity is that of an... advisor.

We're very lucky to have him with us.

He's a highly decorated policeman.

Would you like to say a few words to the troops?

I'm not going to say much.

Excuse me. I don't think I have to.

As Mr. Donnelly said, I am here as an advisor. I'm not here to get in your way.

The D.E.A. is extremely experienced at establishing a task-force environment.

Getting everyone together like this, exchanging needs, ideas...

It gives everyone the opportunity to focus clearly on the real problems.

It also gives us a wider jurisdiction when it comes to the arrests.

And who are we going to arrest exactly?

Whoever's responsible for what's going on here.

And who's that? All we've got at the moment is a bunch of dead villains. Nothing else.

You're gonna have plenty of time to talk about it, Carnegie.

You and Carver are going to be showing Mr. Harris around.

Give me the keys. I'm driving.

So, what do you want to see first, Mr. Harris?

Frank Pierce's funeral. That should be interesting.

He won't be able to tell you much.

I'm sure there'll be a lot of concerned friends present.

Maybe not friends, just concerned. I'd like to hear why.

"I am the resurrection and the life," said the Lord.

"He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.

"And whosoever liveth and believeth in me..."

Well. Real celebrity turnout today.

See the gray-haired geezer there, shaking hands?

You've got a real star there.

Sidney Callow. One of the last remaining good old boys.

He was big in the 60's, early 70's.

They treat him like fucking royalty.

- Another drug man? - No, thanks.

Callow's not into drugs and never has been.

No, protection.

A good, old-fashioned gangster. Made a fortune in prison.

- Ran his own little empire, whitechapel to bow. - Thanks for coming with us.

They loved him. Was probably drugs that put him out of business.

It's a young man's poison. It's a whole new world.

these old boys, I never could understand them.

And now?

- Moved out to the suburbs. Croydon somewhere. - Yeah, Surrey.

Who's the guy with the glasses?

Jack Doyle. Nightclub owner. Last person to see Frank alive.

What did he have to say?

- Came in himself as soon as he heard. - Couldn't tell us anything.

Sid!

Lewis is over there.

Hello, Lewis, Brian.

- Wouldn't have thought you'd have bothered. - I had no problems with Frank.

Who's your friend?

One of our colleagues from across the Atlantic.

Haven't we got enough policemen?

You read the papers. We've got their crime, we may as well have their coppers.

John Harris, Sidney Callow.

I've been to the states a couple of times.

Disney World. I like it there. The streets are spotless.

They hire a lot of people to pick up the garbage.

- Where are you from? - New York. You ever been there?

No.

I think you'd like it there.

What's going on, Lewis?

I thought you could tell me.

Nobody knows a thing. Believe me, I've asked.

All I know is, nobody's doing anything to stop it.

Was Frank getting into anything new?

I don't think so.

Maybe it was what he wasn't getting into.

If this goes on much longer, he's going to be coming to us for protection.

Come on, let's get out of here. I'm starving.

Don't worry, man. Put your money away.

- I got enough of it... it's all right. - Put your money away.

But this is what it's all about, isn't it, Lionel? Money.

Nothing else.

Look, man, we don't take shit anymore. We don't have to.

- What are you trying to say? - What am I trying to say?

You don't get it, do ya? You could have some of this.

We know somebody.

- Don't want to know, okay? - Boy-oy-oy-oy!

We're giving you a chance, boy.

What else have you got? You got something better?

- Or are you better than us? - You ain't better. Same prick with a portable phone.

You better watch what you're saying, brother.

- I ain't your brother. - You ain't nothing, fuck!

- Big man. - Yes.

Yeah, that's right!

Now if you want some of this, you're not gonna be the first.

Let's go. Let's go, Lionel. Come on.

- Watch your backs, boys. - Fuck off!

Oh, something's going down.

We've gotta take a look. This is our neighborhood.

Ah, it's just kids.

- Stop the car! - What?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Step back, step back.

- Leave him! Leave him! - Who the hell are you?

It's all right. He's with us.

Anybody call an ambulance? Anybody call an ambulance?

It'd be quicker to take him ourselves. Barts is just five minutes away.

Hold on. Let's go.

- Mr. Harris... - Open the door!

- Mr. Harris? - What? Let him bleed to death?

Watch your head.

Bollocks.

- What's your name? - Christian O'Neill.

Okay, Christian.

- Keep your hand on the wound. It'll stop... - Yeah, I know.

What happened?

You're Dermott's boy, aren't you?

Whatever. You'll be spending the night in jail.

Just a minute.

- Who is it? - Carnegie.

Don't tell me we woke you up, detective?

- What time is it? - It's okay, we're early.

Ohhh! Must be jet-lagged or something.

We thought you might like to be on your own today.

You know, take a look around. Do some shopping.

- Shopping? - It's up to you, sir.

We have to speak to Jack Doyle again.

He's the guy that owns the nightclub, right?

Yeah. Just a few loose ends to tie up.

I'd like to go along. Frank Pierce was killed just around the corner.