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(♪ ROY BUDD: "Get Carter")

(Projector whirring and clunking)

(Gerald laughing)

Bollock naked
with his socks still on?

(Sid) Yeah, they do it like that
up north.

(Gerald) What for?
Protective purposes?

- (Sid) Ask me?
- (Gerald) Ask Jack.

It's his old stamping ground.

(Sid laughing)

Must be a bloody contortionist.

(Gerald) Not suede boots.

- (Sid) Knock it off, Gerald.
- (Gerald) What, and get the clap?

- (♪ Lullaby playing)
- (Gerald laughs)

(♪ Music stops)

(Gerald) We don't want you
to go up the north, Jack.

No?

(Gerald) You work for us, Jack.

We have connections in those parts.
I'd hate to see you screw 'em up.

- What's that, a python?
- (Laughs)

What you going for?

To find out what happened.

(Gerald) Some hard nuts
operate up there, Jack.

They won't take kindly to someone
from London poking his bugle in.

Too bad.

(Gerald) I smell trouble, boy.

(Sid) The police seem satisfied.

Since when was that good enough?

Think again, Jack.

I will.

(Train horn blaring)

(♪ ROY BUDD: "Get Carter")

(Indistinct PA announcement)

(♪ ROY BUDD: "Looking For Someone")

Pint of bitter.

In a thin glass.

(Telephone ringing)

Mr Carter?

Is there a Mr Carter in the room?

Yeah.

Hello?

Margaret?

Why the hell aren't you here?

What time?

Is Doreen at the house?

Who's with him, then?

When can I see you?
Will you be there tomorrow?

- Now listen, Mar...
- (Line disconnects)

(Wind howling)

(Water dripping)

(Dripping continues)

(Vehicle approaching)

- (Jack) I won't be using the room tonight.
- (Edna) I see.

- (Jack) I'm staying with a friend.
- (Edna chuckles)

Her husband docks tomorrow,
does he?

- It's not like that, love.
- It never is.

- Are you a traveller?
- Definitely.

- Will this do?
- Yes. Very nice. Very nice.

I'll pay you for tonight as well.

Don't be bloody silly.
You're the first since Monday.

- You sure?
- Ta.

I bet this has seen
some action, hasn't it?

I'll give you the key
when you come down.

(Electric razor buzzing)

Was he in bad shape?

They come worse.

Doreen. All right, are you?

Been staying with a friend?

I'm sorry about your father.

Tell me, Doreen...

...did the police say anything?

They-they said he was drunk.

- How's school?
- I left last year.

- Oh. What are you doing now?
- Working at Woolworths.

- That must be very interesting.
- Yes.

What are you gonna do?
Live with Margaret?

Well, why won't you come with us
to South America?

My fiancée wouldn't mind.

And that's how your dad
would have liked it.

(Undertaker) Get Hubert up, will you?

We're ready now, sir.

We weren't sure
where it was taking place, you know.

- Nice of you to come.
- Oh, Frank was a good bloke.

- He was that.
- (Eddie) One of the best.

- I couldn't believe it when I heard.
- What?

I mean, I was surprised
when he didn't turn up for work.

He was always on time.

- Did you work with him, Keith?
- At the Half Moon.

It's a bloody funny thing, you know.

You work with a bloke
for six bloody years,

and all the time,
he's as calm as gentle Jesus.

Then he goes
and does a thing like that.

Bloody funny thing.

(Jack) Yeah, a bloody funny thing.

(Bell tolling)

Will you all stand up, please?

For as much as it hath pleased
Almighty God of his great mercy

to take unto himself the soul
of our dear brother here departed,

we therefore commit his body
to be consumed by fire

in sure and certain hope
of the resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord, Jesus Christ...

(Door slamming)

...who shall change the body
of our low estate...

- Is that Margaret?
- Yes.

(Vicar) Who shall change the body
of our low estate

that it may be like
unto his glorious body

according to the mighty working

whereby he is able to subdue
all things to himself.

(Bell tolling)

Margaret?

- I thought you weren't coming.
- Changed me mind.

- Everything go off all right, then?
- Fine. I wanna talk to you.

- What about?
- Doreen.

She's nothing to do with me.

What do you mean?

You've been Frank's bird
ever since her mother cleared off.

- You're closer to her than anyone.
- No. No, it's not like that.

I've got a husband, you know.

Hold it. Hold it.

Who killed Frank, Margaret?

Killed?

I don't know anything about it.

- Really?
- I must go. I'm in a hurry.

- I wanna talk to you later.
- I can'.

Tomorrow morning, then.

Well, all right, then.
Twelve o'clock on the Iron Bridge.

Ta-ra.

Well, absent friends.

You don't suppose
he might have done it on purpose.

- What? You mean like... kill himself?
- Hmm.

No. Frank? Kill himself?
Get away.

- I mean, what for?
- (Jack) That's what I was wondering.

(Keith) Oh, come off it.
Frank was... well, straight.

He had no worries I know of.
It would have showed.

(Jack) Why would it?

(Keith) It just would, that's all.
Frank was always the same.

(Jack) Since when
did Frank drink whisky?

- (Keith) I don't know.
- (Jack) No, nobody seems to know.

(Eddie) He was a bloody good bloke.
One of the best.

How would you know?
Or you, or you?

None of you knew!
I knew! He was me dad!

OK, OK, OK. OK.
Let her go. Let her go.

- I'm sorry about that.
- No, don't worry.

She's bound to be upset.

- Let's have another drink.
- No, I must be off. I should be at work.

Well, look, look.

Get your suit cleaned.

- That's all right.
- Oh, come on.

Thanks for coming, Eddie.

Frank was a good bloke.
It's the least I could have done.

- Do you work here, Keith?
- Yeah.

If anyone comes in and asks for me,
you let me know, right?

Yeah, all right.

I'm at the Las Vegas,
behind the dance hall.

Do you know a man
called Albert Swift?

Yeah, he comes in here a bit.

- Where would I find him?
- Today? At the races. He always goes.

How come you know Albert?

I went to school with him.

He'll know what's going on
in this town.

(Indistinct announcements)

(Overlapping chatter)

(Crowd cheering)

(Announcements continue)

(Bookies speaking indistinctly)

(Announcements continue)

(Dialogue drowned by chatter)

(Horses snorting)

Grey suits you, Eric.

- Good God.
- Is he?

- Jack, Jack Carter.
- Eric, Eric Paice.

What you doing around here, then?

- Didn't you know this was my hometown?
- No, I didn't know that.

Funny that, isn't it?

Thanks.

So, what you doing, then?
On your holidays?

- No, I'm visiting relatives.
- Well, that's nice.

It would be
if they were still living.

- Meaning what?
- A bereavement, death in the family.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- That's all right, Eric.

Oh, well...

- Small world, isn't it?
- Very.

So who are you working for
these days, Eric?

Oh, I'm straight. Respectable.

- What are you doing?
- Hmm?

Advertising Martini?

- Oh, you've been watching television?
- Yes.

Come off it, Eric.

Who is it?

- Brumby?
- You're serious?

- Kinnear?
- What's it to you, anyway?

Well, I've always had
your welfare at heart, Eric.

Besides which, I'm nosy.

Well, that's not always
a healthy way to be, is it?

- And you should know...
- Hmm?

- ...if I remember rightly.
- Oh, yeah.

So, you're doing all right,
then, Eric?

You're making good?

- Making a living.
- Yeah.

Good prospects for advancement,
is there, huh?

A pension?

Do you know, I'd almost forgotten
what your eyes looked like.

They're still the same.
Piss holes in the snow.

- Still got a sense of humour.
- Yeah.

Yes, I retained that, Eric.

Do you know a man
called Albert Swift, Eric?

Can't say I do.

Don't miss the start
on my account.

(Crowd cheering)

(Radio) 'Pine Lodge, nine to four favourite.
Seventeen, Treasure Quest, 14 to one.

'Sixteen, Sioux Arrow, 20 to one.

'The 2:15, Number six, Country Lad,
13 to two. Five...'

(Horn blaring)

(Indistinct chatter in the distance)

(Dog barking)

(Man) Come here.

Hey!

(Running footsteps up stairs)

- Carter's here.
- (Eric) Where?

- Don't know.
- You stupid shit! What?

Who?

See what it's like
these days, Jack?

You can't get the material.

Yes, I can see your problem,
Mr Kinnear.

- Sit down, Jack.
- Thank you.

I could weep. I really could.

Sometimes I think I'll retire
and just piss off to the Bahamas

and let somebody else employ them.

Glenda, get Jack a drink.

- What is it, Jack?
- Scotch, please.

Piss off, Ray.

Eric, uh... told me
of your bereavement.

Yeah.

Do you know, I never knew
he worked at one of my places?

No? It's funny that.
Neither did I.

If I'd known, I'd have fixed him up
with something better.

Yeah.

Nasty way to go.

Yes.

Are we here to play cards
or talk about the old days?

Harry.

Jack, I don't want to be rude,

but these men have brought
a lot of money with them.

Glenda, you don't offer a man like Jack
a drink in those piddling little glasses.

Give him the bloody bottle.

Now, where are we?

- Oh, I think I'll stay as I am.
- (Harry) You're bluffing, you bastard.

That's what you pay to find out.
Right, Jack?

- Right, if you can afford it.
- I thought you were going soon.

Soon, when you've lost your money.
Won't take long.

- Clever sod, aren't you?
- Only comparatively.

Harry, I don't like to push,

but could you let us know
how much your hand's worth?

I'm taking two.

- Do you know Sid Fletcher?
- What?

- Do you know Sid Fletcher?
- (Harry) Here's two.

I work for him.

- Do you?
- Yes, I do.

(Player #1) Hundred.

- (Harry) What's that, hundred?
- That's right, Harry.

- (Player #2) I'm out.
- (Harry) Your hundred, another hundred.

- I know him too.
- (Player #1) Another hundred.

- Who?
- Sid Fletcher.

(Kinnear) Another hundred, Harry.
Twenty five-pound notes of the realm.

Do you? Mm-hmm.

- Do you really know Sid Fletcher?
- (Harry) Two hundred and another.

(Glenda) I know Sid Fletcher.

(Harry) What's that?

(Kinnear) Two hundred.

I'll follow that.

- (Harry) Two hundred.
- Yes.

I met him last year.

- (Harry) All right, and another two hundred.
- Oh, yes.

When he came up on business.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- (Kinnear) I don't know, what shall I do?
- He came to see Mr Kinnear.

(Player #2) Out.

- (Harry) Is that two hundred?
- (Jack) Did he?

That's right, Harry.

- You can always see me if you want to.
- (Harry) All right.

Your two hundred
and another two hundred.

(Smacks lips) Ah...

- (Harry) What's that?
- Six hundred pounds, Harry.

Two hundred to follow you.
And now I've raised it four hundred.

- (Harry) Four hundred?
- That's right, Harry.

- (Harry) You're not seeing me?
- No.

All right, I'll see you.

- Calling my bluff, are you, Harry?
- Yeah.

We went about together.

- Really?
- (Glenda) Mm-hmm.

While he was here.

While he was here
you went about together?

He was here for... four days.

- Was he?
- Uh-huh.

Would you do me a favour?

Yeah, I'll do you a favour.

Would you please
put my glass on the table?

Come on, Harry.
I haven't won, have I?

Go on, you're pulling my leg.

What about that, Jack?

- Old Harry thought I was having him on.
- Shut up.

- Not going, Jack?
- (Jack) I have to. Things to do.

Of course. Of course.

Well... anytime, just drop by.

Yeah, I'll do that.

I told you
it wouldn't take long, didn't I?

Jack, I didn't like that.

- You should've told me who you were working for.
- Cyril didn't like it either.

- Oh, Cyril? So it's all girls together, is it?
- No, he's thinking that Sid and Gerald

won't like it when they hear
you've been sticking your nose in.

He's right. Tell him to save the money
on the phone call.

What do you want?

- What happened to this car?
- What's it gotta do with you?

- This is my brother's car.
- Oh, aye?

- Yeah.
- Well, he drove it into the river.

- Was the steering faulty?
- No.

- What about the brakes?
- Fine. Nowt wrong with 'em.

How'd it happen, then?

- He was drunk. Drunk as a lord.
- Was he?

♪ I like New York in June

♪ How about you?

♪ and I love a Gershwin tune

♪ How about you?

♪ I love a fireside
when a storm is due, yeah

♪ I like potato chips,
moonlight and motor trips

♪ How about you?

- What you having, Jack?
- Large Scotch.

♪ I'm mad about good books

♪ Can't get my fill, woo

♪ And Franklin Roosevelt's looks, yeah

♪ They give me a thrill

♪ Holding hands in the movie show...

Heard of a man called Thorpe?

Old Thorpey.

- I haven't seen him in a long time.
- That's what he was saying about you.

He said he'd heard
you were up in town.

Wondered if I knew
where you were stayin'.

He wants to look you up.
Old times' sake.

- That's nice. What did you tell him?
- Nowt.

Good lad.

♪ And I'm mad about good books

♪ Can't get my fill

- ♪ And Frank Sinatra's looks...
- (Cheering)

♪ They give me a thrill

♪ Holding hands in the movie show

♪ When all the lights are low

♪ May not be new, but...

- See you later.
- Where you off?

Las Vegas. Come over.

♪ I like it, how about?

♪ I like it, how about you? ♪

(Women squealing)

(Man) Hold it, this is a peaceful town.
Now, everybody calm down.

All right, play something, boys.
Go on, let's get cracking.

(♪ Band playing jazzy cabaret music)

- (Woman #1) Scratch her bloody eyes out!
- (Woman #2) Tear her fucking hair out!

- You all right now?
- Yeah.

- Are you coming to South America?
- No.

- Where are you gonna live, then?
- At me friend's house.

- Oh, where's that?
- Wilton Estate.

Ah. They're a nice family, are they?
Churchgoers and all that?

Good.

Well... I'm off tomorrow,
so I don't suppose I'll be seeing you again.

Here.

- Go and get your hair done.
- Oh, thanks.

Be good.

And don't trust boys.

That was left for you
this evening.

What is it?

My brother Frank.

- Is he staying the night?
- Funny.

- Can I phone London?
- It'll cost you.

(Telephone ringing)

Hello?

Oh, I miss you.

I fancy you.

I wish I was touching you now.

Right now.

Making love to you.

I want... to stroke you
and kiss you all over.

- Where are you?
- I'm in the bedroom.

My black underwear.

The sexy silk ones?

Take your bra off,

(Chuckles)

- Stop it, darling.
- No, go on.

'Now...

Now...

...hold them.

Gently.

'Slowly.

'Imagine it's me.'

When we're in South America,
we'll make love in the sun.

Roll over.

Make love again and again.

You and me.

(Anna moaning gently)

What's the matter?
You got gut trouble or somethin'?

No, darling.
Just doing my exercises.

Listen, Janet, um... Gerald's just walked in.
Must ring off.

Yeah, I'll come tomorrow.

Save it till Sunday.

I'll be back then.

(Doorbell ringing)

That'll be for me.

(Knocking on door)

Thorpey. They were waiting for us
in the car park.

- How many?
- Four of them.

(Vehicle approaching)

- Jack?
- Good evening.

- I'd like a word with you, Jack.
- That's nice.

But confidential-like.

You stay in the car.
I'll come and listen.

- What do you wanna tell me, Thorpey?
- I've been asked to give you this.

Train goes four minutes past twelve.
You've just got time.

That's very kind of somebody.
Who do I have to thank?

What happens if I miss the train?

Well, I've been asked
to make sure you don't.

Oh, really?

You're getting very optimistic
in your old age, aren't you, Thorpey?

Let's stop pissing about.

Are you coming, Jack?
It'd be best.

Right-o, lads.

(Engine revving)

(Screaming)

(Indistinct shouting)

(Thorpe) Don't worry.
Don't worry about him.

- (Engine stalls)
- Oh, Christ.

(Jack) Thorpey!

(♪ JACK HAWKINS SHOWBAND:
"30 60 90")

(♪ "30 60 90" continues playing)

Hello, Keith.
Stay there, Thorpey.

- What the bloody hell do you think you're at?
- I'm sorry.

- You don't look it.
- No, really, I am.

Don't come that bloody flannel with me.

If you're a traveller, I'm bloody Twiggy.
And who's he?

Are you still at it?
Have you no thought for others?

We're going inside.

Inside? Why should I give
the house room to your sort?

Up the stairs, Keith.
The door on the right.

Everybody knows you, Edna Garfoot.

Everybody knew there'd be trouble
when you moved in.

(Edna) You keep your trap shut, Ma.

(Woman) I'll send me old man
to see you.

(Edna) And wouldn't he love it?

Where do you think you're goin'?

Why don't you make us all
a nice cup of tea?

What are you gonna do?

Make us a cup of tea and I'll tell you.
I might even let you watch.

- I'll call the police.
- No, you won't.

Well, now, Thorpey.

It seems that I've got
a secret benefactor.

That's nice, isn't it, Keith?

There's only one trouble.

I don't know who to thank.

(Thorpe grunts)

Now... I wanna know
who it is, Thorpey.

All right, if you like, Thorpey,
we'll stop mucking about.

Somebody doesn't want me
poking my nose into something.

And I happen to know
what that something is.

Now, stand up.

- Who paid you to see me off?
- Well, I can't, Jack. How can 1?

- Yes, you can.
- (Grunts) Don't, Jack, don't!

Who sent you?

Brumby.

(Groans)

There we are, you see?

Now, you could tell me,
couldn't you?

- And quickly.
- (Knocking on door)

Oh, Edna, come in.
Join the tea set.

(Keith) Who's Brumby?

Cliff Brumby?

- Ever been to West Sea?
- (Keith) Mm-hmm.

Ever been in an arcade there
and put a penny in a slot machine?

Yeah.

Well, ten to one,
it belongs to Cliff Brumby.

Like as not the bloody arcade as well.
Right along the coast.

Isn't that right, Thorpey?

- Where is he living these days?
- He's got a new place at Burnham.

- Address?
- On the Durham Road. The Pantiles.

Suppose you tell me
what the bloody hell is going on?

- It's my house, you know.
- Yes, Edna.

And I must say, I must say
I think you've been great about it.

- Stick the soft soap. Let's be havin' it.
- Can I go now?

Oh, you must be joking.

Keep him away from a telephone.
I'm going out for a bit.

- Now, just a minute.
- Ta-ta.

(Thorpe) Don't let him know I told you,
for God's sakes.

(Laughing)

(Overlapping chatter)

(♪ Rock music playing)

(Burps)

(Retching)

(Retching continues)

(Vehicle approaching)

- Jesus wept.
- (Mrs Brumby) Oh, Cliff, don't get mad.

- I'll murder the little bitch.
- Cliff...

- Daddy!
- That's right, bloody Daddy.

I wasn't expecting you
until three o'clock.

This is what you call having
a few friends round for a cup of coffee, is it?

Running riot
over my bloody furniture.

(Continues retching)

Spewing all over
my bloody goldfish.

Go on, the lot of ya.
Let's have ya.

The whole bloody lot of you, out.
Out!

Don't go over the bloody carpet.

And don't run over
the bloody lawns either!

Go on, get out!

Get out!

Where are you, you little bitch?

Sandra! Sandra.

(Man) Well, old bastard,
I hope your house falls down.

(Brumby) Sandra! Open this door.

(Bangs on door)

Good evening.

(Brumby) Sandra! Sandra,
will you open this bloody door?

Front door is open.

- Who are you?
- I'm an old friend of Cliff's.

I wanna see him. It's urgent.

- What's it about?
- Business.

- Well, I know all about Cliff's business.
- Yeah? Well, tell him the Fletchers sent me.

Cliff, Cliff.

(Brumby) What the bloody hell
is up with you?

- The Fletchers sent this man.
- (Brumby) What?

(Mrs Brumby) I don't know who it is.
I've never seen him before.

What the bloody hell is all this?

Do you know what the bloody time is?
It's two o'clock in the bloody morning.

- I know.
- Well?

The wife says that the Fletchers sent ya.

What's so bloody important
it couldn't wait until the morning?

Listen, I'm not in the mood
for playing silly buggers.

I made a mistake.

- What?
- I made a mistake.

- What about?
- Never mind.

- It's not business?
- See you.

Listen, I don't like it
when some tough nut

comes pushing his way in and out
of my house in the middle of the night.

Bloody well tell me who sent ya.

You're a big man,
but you're in bad shape.

With me it's a full-time job.
Now, behave yourself.

(Brumby grunts)

Good night, Mrs Brumby.

You sod.

- They came back.
- No.

Look at this, you bastard.

- You don't care a stuff, do you?
- I'll buy you another one.

What about the lad?
They took him away.

- What will they do to him?
- Don't ask me.

They bloody hurt me.

You were lucky.

They kill as well.

What about you?
Did you kill Brumby?

- Thorpey nearly died laughin'.
- That little shit.

What about Keith?

What about Keith?

- What are you gonna do?
- Pension him off.

- You're a bastard.
- What am I supposed to do?

I don't know where they've taken him.
Do you?

So shut up.

What's that gun doing
in your room?

Suppose I phoned the police and told them
there's a bloke staying in me hotel

who's planning to shoot somebody.

You wouldn't do that.

And how do you know I wouldn't?

Because I know
you wear purple underwear.

What's that supposed to mean?

Think about it.

(♪ Band playing
"When The Saints Go Marching In")

Are you awake?

No.

Do you want breakfast?

You must be joking.

I never eat breakfast.

Did you sleep well?

Uh-huh.

Did you sleep well?

Yeah.

Yes, thank you.

- Are you tired?
- No.

- Are you tired?
- No.

I'm not tired.

Do you eat breakfast?

(Edna giggling)

(Con) Put us in it, Jack.

(Screams)

Don't let us interrupt you.

I might have guessed.

Sorry about this, Jack,
but, you know, orders are orders.

And what orders
would they be, Con?

(Con) Well, Gerald phoned us up
in the middle of the night.

Said he heard you'd been
making a nuisance of yourself.

(Peter) We've gotta take you
back to London.

(Con) Said we'd be doing him
a big favour.

Oh, we know why you're all steamed up,
and so do Gerald and Sid.

But they, er...
have to be diplomatic.

Now...

...take me back to London.

Come on, Jack. Don't you think
you ought to get dressed first?

Come on, Jack, put it away.
You know you won't use it.

Heh, uh... the gun, he means.

Out. Out.

Out.

(Scoffs) If Anna could see you now.

Now, Jack, be reasonable.

You know we're gonna take you back
sooner or later.

Out.

Mind you don't catch cold, Jack.

I hope she's got
understanding neighbours.

(Con) We'll see you
when you've got your drawers on.

(Gasps)

(♪ Band playing "Auld Lang Syne")

- Do me a favour, will you?
- What, and get myself beaten up again?

- No chance of that.
- Not much.

- They're friends of mine.
- And that'll make me feel better?

Now, I don't want to get rough,
do I, eh?

Take that.

Out the back door.

(Con) Hold it.

Where do you think you're going?

Strawberry Fair.

In.

Turn right.

Open that door and go inside.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna sit in the car
and whistle "Rule, Britannia".

- You're coming back?
- How can I stay away?

(Tyres screeching)

- Where were you, then?
- Oh.

Bollocks.

Keith in?

Keith!

What happened to you, then?

How did you find me?

Did they give you a rough time?

No.

You bastard.
You knew they'd come back.

No, I didn't.

Does Albert Swift still live
across the ferry?

- Get knotted.
- All right, all right, all right.

I wanna square things with you first.

Oh, yeah? How?

Stuff it.

My girlfriend's coming
from Liverpool tonight.

Nice surprise, isn't it?

I'm sorry. Here,
Get yourself a course in karate.

(Groaning)

Frank said you were a shit
and he was bloody well right!

You even screwed his wife,
didn't you?

The poor bastard didn't even know
if the kid was his!

(Boat horn blows)

- How were things between you and Frank?
- He was all right to me.

- Nothing more? Just another fella?
- Nicer than most.

But he was just another fella, though,
wasn't he?

Yeah.

- Even though he was nicer than most?
- Yes.

I can't help the way I am.

- Why did you see him so regular?
- (Scoffs) Once a week?

I'd call that regular.

He were gentlemanly.
I like that.

Once a week,
you like a gentleman, do you?

Look, I'm me, right?
We are what we are, like it or not.

- Why all the bloody needle?
- What was bugging Frank?

He wanted me to leave Dave
and marry him.

But last Friday
I told him it wouldn't work.

Dave would've killed us both.

He followed me home
and kicked up a stink in the street.

I had to tell Frank
I couldn't see him anymore.

It were gettin' too dodgy.
That was Sunday.

He said he'd kill himself.

I was frightened what he might do.

I don't believe you.
Frank wasn't like that.

- I'm the villain in the family, remember?
- It's the truth.

It is, honestly.

You bloody whore.

Frank was too careful
to die like that.

- Now, who killed him?
- I don't know nothin'!

Now listen, the only reason
I came back to this crap house

was to find out who did it,
and I'm not leaving till I do.

Do you understand?
Eh?

(Horn blaring)

(Con) Hello, Jack.

You bitch.

It was you who told them
I was here, wasn't it?

- Eh?
- (Screams)

Peter is very upset about his car.
He's gonna shit all over you.

I'll catch up with you, Margaret!

- You bastard!
- (Peter) Come on, get in!

(Glenda) Over here, Jack!

Peter, Peter!

Hold up. Hold up!
What are you doing?

You didn't know
you had a fairy godmother, did you?

No, frankly I didn't know that.

A fairy godmother all of your own.

- Aren't you lucky?
- Yeah.

So where are we going, princess?

- To the Demon King's castle, of course.
- Of course, where else?

(Tyres screeching)

- How did you know where I'd be?
- You were seen parking your car.

The Demon King waved his wand
and I was dispatched to bring you to him.

- Lucky for you, I waited.
- Very lucky, I should think. You're drunk.

Nasty. Whee!

- He must've been pretty sure I'd come.
- Oh, he was.

He told me a magic spell
that would make you come.

- And what was that?
- We're there now.

(Jack) Thank God.

(Brakes squeal)

(Brumby) A new venture of mine.

It's gonna be a restaurant.

Do you like it?

Yes, very nice.

(Brumby) Last night after you'd gone,

I did a little bit of asking around,
seeing as you weren't very forthcoming.

It seems you're concerned
about the death of your brother.

I got to thinking
how nice it would be

if the bloke you was after
was the same bloke I wanted off my back.

You know my life.
Machines. The arcades.

It's a nice business.
It runs itself.

People put money in, I take it out.
There's not much rough stuff.

It's a business
that makes me very happy.

Recently, though,
I've had a spot of bother.

One of my lads
gets a little over-anxious,

and flogs some machines to a club
that's already got some.

The upshot is
I've got to eat shit

and stop flogging my machines
to other clubs.

As far as I'm concerned, that's it.

Apparently not.

These people I've offended

get the idea that it would be a good thing
to take over the whole of my outfit.

So I'm worried.

I can't fight them.
I don't have that sort of a setup.

But I've gotta fix them
before they fix me.

The trouble is...
if I try and they find out, I'm dead.

(Giggling)

Five grand
that belongs to you,

along with a little name
I'm gonna give ya.

- What name?
- Kinnear. Cyril Kinnear.

Kinnear did it.

- Why?
- I don't know.

All I know is there were people shitting
bricks up at his place last Saturday.

Your brother's name was mentioned.
Next day he was dead.

- Why?
- I don't know. That's all I was told.

- That's not good enough.
- Christ! What...?

Do me a favour.

Do you really think
I'm gonna fix Kinnear on your say-so?

Just because he put me
on to you last night,

don't think you can play
the same trick.

- Stroll on.
- Jack, you're wrong.

- Good afternoon, Mr Brumby.
- Jack!

(Tyres screeching nearby)

(Brakes squealing)

(♪ ROY BUDD: "The Girl In The Car")

(Wind howling)

Who's setting you up
in this place?

Brumby.

- Is he coming here?
- Don't worry.

He's meeting the architects
at the restaurant.

- Aren't you scared Kinnear will find out?
- He won't.

He thinks I'm simple.

What does he want
a great big country place for?

- Entertainin'.
- What kind of entertaining?

Now you're asking.

- Does Brumby really enjoy that crap?
- Especially when I play the lead.

Did Kinnear... say
anything about me

after I left the other night?

- That's why you waited for me.
- No, not entirely.

- You're sure about that?
- Sure I'm sure.

You bastard.

(Turns projector on)

(Projector whirring)

- Glenda?
- I'm in the bath.

- I want to give you an Oscar.
- (Chuckles)

You've been watching the film.

- Tell me about... the girl.
- What girl?

The young girl.

- Who pulled her?
- I don't know.

- Was it Albert?
- Shouldn't think so.

- Is it one of Kinnear's films?
- Yeah.

Who set it up?

- Eric?
- Yeah.

- Then he must have pulled her.
- I expect so.

Did... my brother, Frank...

...find out?

Your brother?
What are you talking about?

You lying bitch!

Now... tell me the truth.

The girl's name was Doreen.
That's all I know.

- And you didn't know her last name?
- No.

Well, it's Carter.
That's my name.

And her father was my brother
and he was murdered last Sunday.

Now, get in there...
and get dressed.

(Wind howling)

Get in. Get in!

Where's Albert?

Where's Albert?

I know where to find him.

(Telephone dialling)

Eric? He's come for Albert.

'I don't know.
On the ferry, I reckon.'

(Tannoy) 'Number two, Black Rod, ten to one down.'

'The daily double at Wincanton.

'Three pounds, 13 shillings.

'That's the double at Wincanton,
three pounds, 13 shillings.

'And the last race at five to one...'

(Jack) Hello, Albert.

Hello, Jack.

I don't know anything, Jack.

Yes, you do.

Talk or I'll kill you.

I know... I know.

- Do you wanna go to the toilet, Albert?
- Huh?

Do you want to go to the toilet, huh?

Do you wanna go to the toilet?

- You can't get away from me, Albert.
- I know... I know.

For Christ's sake, give us a fag.

I didn't know who Doreen was.

I thought she was just another bird.

Did Eric Paice pull her?

- Yeah.
- How?

I don't know. He's... got his ways.
He... he knows Margaret.

- When did you find out?
- A couple of weeks back.

- How?
- No choice. Had a visit from somebody.

Who?

Cliff Brumby.

He'd seen the film.
He wanted to meet Doreen.

- And you told Brumby.
- Yeah.

Who killed Frank?

Do you wanna be dead, Albert?

Last Sunday afternoon, Eric and two
of his boys arrived with Frank.

They told me he'd rumbled.

Somehow he'd seen the film
and was about to shoot his mouth off.

They asked me for some whisky
and started forcing it down his throat.

I thought they'd just duff him up a bit.
Honest.

What did you do, Albert?

Nothing.

What could I do?

Did Eric know
that Frank was my brother?

Yes, yes, I... I told him.

- What did he say?
- "Good."

They... they drove Frank away
in a car.

- Is that all there is?
- Yeah.

(Jack opens flick knife)

That's it, then.

Jack, for Christ's sake...
for Christ's sake!

You knew what I'd do,
didn't you, Albert?

Listen...
Christ, I didn't kill him, Jack.

- I know you didn't kill him! I know!
- (Grunting)

(Tannoy) 'Shibboleth away fourth and last.

'Back in the stands,
the circuit race.

'Wulf Herren's in the lead. Wulf Herren's six
lengths clear of Black Rod...'

Put me two bob on Lucky Leap, please, Rita?

(Ferry horn blows)

(Ferry bell rings)

(Child) I saw you.

No shooters, you stupid bastard!
Kinnear said no shooters!

- You're gonna get us all nicked!
- Get stuffed!

(Con) Now, turn in it, Peter.
Gerald wants see him first.

Shut up!

(Guns being reloaded)

Are you coming in
or are you gonna piss about all day?

You're bloody finished,
you know that, Jack?

- I've bloody finished you.
- Not till I'm dead, Eric.

(Eric) Oh, you've still got
your sense of humour.

Do you wanna tell him
how I've finished him, Con?

He's told Gerald
about you and Anna.

(Eric) He didn't believe me at first.
Then Peter talked to him.

Didn't even say goodbye.

He just asked us
to take you back. Alive.

(Eric) He's probably
talking to her right now.

Are you still gonna fancy her

when Gerald's finished with her face
and that?

(Jack) Stay where you are, Peter.

Don't! Don't!

Carter, your car needs a wash!

I don't want them cooking in here.
You can put a hatch in that wall.

Yes, well, I can do that,
but it's all a question of design.

- Yes, aesthetically you've got to use the...
- Who in Christ's name is that?

(Tyres screeching)

The bloody madman.

Extraordinary fellow.

Jack.

(Grunts)

You shouldn't have shown the film
to Frank.

I had to.
It was the only way I could get at them.

- Well, you shouldn't have.
- Your brother was going to the police.

You shit. You didn't have the guts
to do it yourself, did you?

- They'd have killed me.
- They killed my brother instead.

I didn't think they'd do it.

How would you have liked it,

if that had been your daughter
being poked in that film?

Eh?

What would you have done then?

Slags like your Sandra
can get away with it.

Can't they?

The Doreens of this world can't.

Can they?

(Brakes squealing)

- (Horn blaring)
- (Woman screaming)

(Woman) There's somebody in the car!

(Siren wailing)

It's very rude to disappear like that.
Where can he possibly be?

I have an awful feeling
we're not going to get our fees on this job.

The guy on the swing bridge.
Mm-hmm.

OK.

- How did it happen?
- They don't know how it happened.

(Woman #1) How far did he fall?

(Woman #2) What did he say?
Er... Ninety floors, I think it was.

- (Woman #1) Really? Was he dead?
- (Woman #2) Oh, yes.

Apparently he hit his head
on the pavement.

(Woman #1) Well, he would be, then,
wouldn't he, dear?

(Woman #2) I'm sure.

(Woman #1) Oh, well, it's better
to go quick like that.

(Boat horn blows)

(Inaudible dialogue)

'Number nine, Doctor's Orders.

'Five and eight, 58.
One and five, 15.

'Two and six, 26.
Three-oh, blind 30.

'Seven and eight, 78.
Five and three, 53.

'Nine-oh, blind 90.

'Two and five, on 25.

'One so far on 25.

'Anybody else, please,
for that full house?

'Just the one?
Nobody else?

'Checking just one this time.'

- Oh, it's cold.
- Oh, it is.

- I've come for you, Margaret.
- (Gasps)

(♪ ROY BUDD:
"Love Is A Four Letter Word")

Who? What?

(Inaudible dialogue)

Hello. Gerald?

It's Carter.

Now listen carefully,
you hairy-faced git.

I've got the film and enough evidence
to put you away for a long time.

All it takes
is one call to the police.

Really?

So?

I'll do a simple deal with you.

All I want...

I see.

I think that can be arranged.

But I don't want him there
until six o'clock in the morning.

OK?

Right.

Out.

You want something, Cyril?

Yes, Eric. A word with you.

Get out.

Come on. Come on.

Take your clothes off.

Take your clothes off.

Keep your pants on.

Lie down. Lie down.

(Margaret whimpering)

(Screaming)

I want you to listen
very carefully.

Jack Carter.

(Man) Yes.

Do you know what he looks like?

(Man) Mm-hmm, yeah.

Hmm.

Yeah.

(Jack) Police.

(Jet aircraft overhead)

You couldn't win
an egg-and-spoon race, Eric.

Sod off.

Stay away from the car
or I'll blow you apart.

(Groans)

(Panting)

Stand up. Stand up!

I'll bet... you could use a drink.

Couldn't you, Eric, eh?

Have a drink.

- You still got your sense of humour.
- Drink up.

Drink up. There.

I want you... to drink all of that.

Do you understand?
Drink it all.

Just like it was
with my brother Frank.

Go on, son.

Drink up.

(Retching)

Drink up, Eric.

It was you.

It was you who poured it down him,
wasn't it?

Eh, Eric? What? What? Eh?

Did you all have a good laugh, eh?

Did you have a good laugh
when he was spewing it up, eh?

Drink up. Drink it. Drink it!

Did you pass the bottle around
when the car went over the top? Eh?

Goodbye, Eric!

(Jack laughing)

(♪ ROY BUDD: "Goodbye, Eric")

(♪ ROY BUDD: "Get Carter")

(Wind howling)