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Thank you.

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you want me to.

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you want me to.

Three days, Terry. Three old bloody days.

And I suppose you're going to tell me your phone was on the blink.

No, I'm not going to tell you anything.

Oh, that's nice.

Here I am, working myself to death, trying to get you gainful employment,

you're off out of town without so much as a ditty bird.

It's confidential.

Don't be funny.

I'm Arthur, remember?

I'm the fellow who keeps you supplied with solves to stop you straying off the

straight and narrow.

You don't have nothing confidential from me.

Well, if it was down to me, I'd tell you, but it isn't.

I promise to keep still.

Promise to?

What a bloke I was working for.

You mean you've been doing a job?

Yeah. Well, where's the wages?

No, there aren't any wages. It was a favour, you know. No, wait.

Right, I am subbing you for this month's rent, them new tyres on your motor,

that flash cassette thing you fancy. I know, I know. You are into me for 200

quid, Terry, and I want to know when I can see it.

When I get the readies. Oh, yeah? And who's going to rustle up these readies

you? You, Arthur. Yeah, well, don't forget that. Don't go swanning off doing

favours for other people while you've still got an overdraft.

He who pays the piper calls the tune.

Do what?

You are my piper, young Terence, and don't you forget that. I'm not having

going off playing other fellas' music for free.

Oh, right.

Now, that's it.

That's what?

Don't worry, you'll get your money, but after that, finished.

What do you mean, finished?

From now on, I'll get me own jobs.

And you can find someone who won't do anything for nothing.

Modern bloody generation, you're all the same.

Give them a leg to stand on and they'll use it to kick you up the arse.

George? Oh, hello, Terry.

Hmm.

Ain't lost your touch with the old lot?

Not lost me touch with these, neither.

Too much green in your spectrum.

Could be OK now.

Terrific. Well, what do I owe you?

Er, got a beer, have you?

Of course I have, can't I?

Here you go, son.

So, when's the get -out?

Yesterday.

What are you doing here?

Well, I can't go on. They'll be watching it.

You're not playing truant, are you?

Yeah.

Hold on, I thought you were due out this year sometime.

Three months.

I've got three months to go.

Three months? You're round the twist, son.

I mean, you've already done, what, four years?

Yeah, three and a half.

But I've thought about this all the time I was inside.

It's the only way.

The only way to what?

Prove I was fit enough for that diamond job. Get people to start asking

questions.

It's a long time ago. I mean, who's going to be interested?

They will be when this hits the papers.

They're going to ask why I put myself in stook so near the end of me bird.

There can only be one reason for that.

Because you left your brains behind in a nick.

Of course, three years hasn't made no difference. I'm still saying what I said

at the trial. It was the old bill that put me in the frame.

For a diamond robbery, yeah.

There were plenty of other blaggings you could have been done for.

That's not the point. The point is I've done three years for something that

wasn't done to me.

What's Olive going to think? She'll go spare.

Yeah.

Well, I thought maybe you'd explain to her.

She'd take notice of you, Terry.

About the only bloke from school she'd take any notice of.

She still fancies you too, I reckon.

All right, I'll talk to her, but you can't stay here.

The old bill about to know we're mates.

Hold on, that might be the old bill. If they haven't got a warrant, I'll stall

them, all right?

Get in the bedroom.

Right, right.

Hello,

Deb. Hello, Till.

Mind if I crash here for a couple of days?

What's wrong with your drum?

Landlord's wanted me to do a private trip for him. He's had another keeper.

I can't go back till I've changed the locks.

Yeah, well, er, it's not really very easy at the moment, Debbie.

Can't have a bird, have you?

Oh, I don't mind. I'll keep on the floor.

No, no, it's nothing like that. It's all right.

Hold on, hold on.

Oh.

Yeah, er, George, Debbie, Debbie, George.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise, I'm sure.

George just popped in the memo, I tell you. Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Just checking the aerial.

The only thing is, he's doing a bit of moonlighting from his phone, right? And,

well, if anybody found out, he could get into trouble. So if anybody asked, not

that they should, but if they did, you haven't seen them, all right? Any

mender?

It's all right, Terry. I can't see a thing without my contact lenses.

All right.

Nice implements, Arthur.

Very nice.

Hope they didn't get damaged in the fall.

Fall? Off the back of the lorry.

Oh, please, look, Mr. Rycott, do me a favour.

Don't make jokes like that. One or two of your colleagues might get the wrong

impression. Made in Hong Kong, I see. You got an import licence, have you?

Well, no, I'm not actually flogging them. I'm just storing them for a mate

he comes back. Yeah, well, save all that for... Customs and excise, Arthur.

I've come to see you about something else. What?

Not what. Who?

George Palmer.

George? But he's still inside, isn't he?

He is supposed to be, yeah.

Only he isn't.

He slipped his collar.

Well, it wasn't very difficult, really.

He was down at Farnham Open Prison, so he didn't exactly need a grappling hook

and a rope ladder, did he? He was due out soon, wasn't he?

Three months.

Does that make any sense to you?

No. Me neither.

Some of these villains have got nothing in between their ears except sawdust.

Yeah, look, Mr. Rycock, what's all this got to do with me? I hardly know George

Palmer. Him and Terry were pretty close, weren't they?

Fancied themselves as jack -the -lads when they were kids.

Even when they were picking up schoolgirls down Percival Street. So?

Well, I thought you might like a friendly word.

If Palmer does turn up at his drum, he wants to get him out of there fast.

Because I should be paying him a little visit very shortly.

I'm afraid you're talking to the wrong fellow, Mr. Rycock.

Terry and me have dissolved our partnership.

Why? We had an agreement. He broke it.

I'll give him his cards.

I'm very sorry to hear that, Arthur.

For his sake, yeah.

And for yours.

Mine?

Well, what's that leave you with?

Nothing.

Except a load of dodgy golf clubs.

No, Terry.

I'd like to help you out, but I just can't take the risk.

You owe me, Dave. I've just spent three days helping you out.

I offered you wages and you wouldn't take them. Don't take wages off of

But a favour for a favour, that's different, isn't it? Gin and dining,

Dave. Well, I asked you, and that was legal.

What you're asking me, I'd get done good and proper for. I know that, Dave.

So after this, I'll owe you.

Make it a double, would you?

How long?

A week.

Two at the most. He just wants time to try and clear himself.

OK, stick him in the loft.

If the old Bill finds him, I don't know nothing about it.

Absolutely, Dave.

Thanks a lot, mate.

Bloody maniac, that's what he is.

Three months before the end of his burden, he does something like this.

Put some more water in that, will you, Harry?

You don't sound very concerned.

I'm not.

You could do a couple more years for this one.

Two more years of having to manage on your own?

Don't you care?

No.

Got somebody else, have you?

Come on, Olive, I'm your brother, you can tell me.

Suppose I had.

I wouldn't blame you.

Three years without a bit of nookie.

That'll be good laughs, that one.

You men.

Whenever you hear of a woman going without, you think she must be

Well, it doesn't work like that, Harry.

The more you go without... The less you want it gets to be a habit.

What about money?

Another wage packet would be handy, wouldn't it?

I'd do all right.

With Social Security, my cleaning wages, there's some worse off than me.

So you don't need George?

I don't need the aggro that goes with him.

Not knowing where he is night after night.

Well, we've got to find him, Olive.

If not for your sake, then for his.

You reckon he'll come here?

Give you a bell? Well, if he does, he needn't bother transferring the charges,

because I won't accept the call.

Stand up!

All the results!

Breaking edition!

At this point, if I waited, sitting in an editorial meeting, managing

boyfriend, I'll tell you.

So, he listens to everyone nattering on about what we're going to lead with.

He suddenly asks, does anyone say hold the front page, like they do in a movie?

Done so.

Then Mike says.

Oh, no.

The only thing we ever hold is page three.

If we come across a bigger pair of tits.

Kev?

Excuse me.

Well, if it isn't the Henry Cooper of Percival Street.

Long time no see, Terry. How are you, mate?

What are you going to have? No, no, it's all right. I've got a lot going on.

What brings you up here, Tal?

I've got a story for you.

Oh. How much?

I don't know. It's gratis.

What's the catch?

There's no catch. It's about an old mate of ours.

George Palmer?

Yeah.

Come over here.

You... You know where he is?

Yeah. And he needs help.

Listen, he was fitted up for that diamond job.

They all say that.

Not three months before the end of their birthday, don't they?

No. Didn't make sense when it came with the wire. But he's done three and a half

years for nothing.

I think he's telling the truth.

I mean, violence has never been George's game, has it?

Yeah. I seem to remember the evidence was a bit dodgy. There were no

fingerprints on the gun? That's right, and they never found who else was in on

it, right?

Have a word with him, eh?

He needs a break.

Yeah, so do I.

All the good crime stories go to the editor's crumpet.

I'm in the wrong game.

Much of it about?

Not a lot.

Better have a drink.

Bailey! Oh, hello.

Debbie! Is Terry in? No, he's gone out.

He's gone out.

With who?

No one. Can I talk to you a minute?

What about?

Please, I don't want the whole manor to hear.

Oh, all right, then.

The thing is, Terry could be in a spot of bother. The old Bill's coming round

see him.

What's he done?

It's not what he's done. It's what he might be going to do.

Help an escaped prisoner evade the law.

There's been no escaped prisoner here, Mr Daly.

Only thumb bloke who was... Was what?

Mending the telly.

I didn't have nothing to do with it, Kev. Word of honour.

Then how come you were in the area?

Well, it's like I said at the trial.

I cleaned myself out of the dogs, so I had to walk home.

Oh, come off it, George.

If you'd walked home from the track, you wouldn't have passed with a mile of the

diamond merchants.

Explain that. Got lost.

Listen, do you want Kev to help or not? Because if you do, stop wasting his

time, right?

Now, the jury didn't believe that load of old cobblers, and neither do we.

Yeah.

Sorry.

I've told that tale so often, maybe I started to believe it.

So what's the real story?

And why couldn't you tell it at the trial?

Because he was on another blagging, right?

There was this flat. I'd sussed it out when I was repairing their telly.

The old gaff was stuffed with silver and antiques.

But as soon as I got inside, I heard this shot. Some bird started screaming.

So I scarpered.

Dozed into the alley, into the next street.

Got collared by the law. Right.

My fault. Didn't stand a chance.

You swear that diamond job wasn't down to you, George? Of course it wasn't.

First of all, I always work solo.

And second, I don't have nothing to do with shooters.

It's going to be a death end thing. And what about Olive?

Did she know where you was that night?

No.

Never told her nothing.

How'd she feel when they laid five on you?

Don't know.

Haven't seen her since.

Well, she didn't visit.

No.

Right? Well, that's nice, isn't it?

So you don't know whether you've got an old lady to go into or not?

That's why I'd like you to have a word.

I'd like you to know how the land lies.

You'd better start lining them up, Dave.

This is a sad day.

A very, very sad day.

I'm sorry to hear that, Arthur.

Her indoors come back from her mother, does she?

No, no, nothing like that.

Me and Terry were getting a divorce.

Why? What's the problem?

Only does a vanishing act for three days, doesn't he? I had two lovely jobs

lined up for him, and he's out of town.

And when he comes back, he won't tell me where he's been or what he's been

doing. What did he say?

I've been doing a favour for a mate.

I mean, that's not on, is it?

Business is business, right? If he wants to work for no wages, he does it in his

own time.

He... he was offered wages.

How do you know?

I was the mate he was doing a favour for.

Oh, why didn't he say?

Because I asked him not to.

I wanted to sell it personal.

Oh.

I don't mind you knowing, I've first seen as how you're an interested party.

No, no, no, no, no.

Come on, I insist.

You,

er, you remember me daughter, Naomi?

Oh, the one that went to the training college? Yeah, Newcastle.

Oh, she's only decided to become a...

A one -parent family.

Oh. Yeah, she got herself pregnant by one of them randy so -and -sos up there

and she wants to go ahead and have the baby.

What about the father?

He don't want to know.

Oh, so that's why you wanted Terry to go up there and sort him out.

Not so much that. I needed someone to take the missus up there and bring the

girl back.

Someone who wouldn't blab his mouth all over the matter.

So that's what he was.

So, it seems I owe Terry an apology.

Oh, yeah.

I reckon I owe you one, Arthur.

I don't know if you think I was the reason for you two breaking up. It's all

right. Oh, God, I should have told him. The old Bill wanted to talk to him.

What about?

A mate of his on the run.

Did he say anything to you about it, a bloke called George Palmer?

No, no, he never said nothing to me.

See, the thing is, Terry's got a bird at his drum, and if George does show,

he'll need somewhere else to stick him, won't he?

Yeah, yeah.

I suppose you would have.

haven't changed much, have you?

Still that hard look, just like when you used to pull my pigtails.

Hard, me?

No, I've gone soft since then.

It's easy life makes you flabby.

I don't see no flab.

Oh, well, it's all in the mind, you see.

He's driving around in rollers all the time.

Yeah, it's not like Percival Street Playground.

Don't have to worry about getting a knife in the ribs.

Rollers, eh? How many you got then?

Oh, just the 12, you know. Well, you've got to change them every month, haven't

you?

Got anybody to share them with?

No, no, not likely.

Get lipstick all over the upholstery.

I don't wear no lipstick.

Listen, what about George?

What about George?

Have your old Bill been to see you?

Yes. Well?

Well, what?

Well, what did you tell him?

Told him, as far as I was concerned, the sooner he's inside again, the better.

You don't mean that.

Don't I?

Do you know what it's like being married to a small -time thief?

Oh, if he'd have been another woman, at least I'd know he was safe.

But wondering all the time if he's going to be nicked, if he's going to be a

wage pack at the end of every week.

I can't live like that. And I don't intend to live like that ever again.

Do you mean you wouldn't have him back?

I pleading well wouldn't.

And if he comes crawling to you...

You can tell him that.

Yeah, yeah, I will.

Listen, thanks for the tea, eh?

Listen, suppose he was fitted up for that diamond job.

Suppose he was, Terry.

Do you really think it'd make any difference?

If he hadn't have been nicked that night, it'd have been nicked the next or

one after.

I'll tell you something, love.

You're the one with the odd look.

It's all right for you, Terry.

You got out to Perthable Street. I never did.

Yeah.

Ta -ra.

Ever seen him before?

Yeah, Terry McCann. Old friend of the family.

Best man at George's wedding.

Old friend, eh?

Might be able to tell us something.

Could be. Him and George was at school together.

Not where he lives, do you?

Yeah, Hammersmith.

Just round the corner from the gym.

Take a nose, then. See if he's got any company.

I don't fancy that.

If I start asking questions, Terry's going to start adding up two and two,

he? Do as I tell you, Harry.

Because if you don't find that brother -in -law of yours, me and Billy are

to have to go after him.

Then there might be nothing left to hand over to the law.

You all right?

What's that?

Rent. Eh?

Rent!

Leave it out. I'm not that skint.

All right.

So you don't need dough.

Anything else I can offer you?

Look, Debbie, one day I might need a place to crash, right? So till then, you

owe me.

I suppose if I really want to pay you now.

I mean, really want to.

Well, that might be a bit different.

Oh, tell them we're in conference.

Oh.

Don't go away.

No.

Hello, Harry. Oh, Kerry.

You've been to see Olive.

So? About George, was it?

No, I just got a lot of pulling of pigtails. You know where he is?

He's in Nick, isn't he?

You know bleeding well he isn't.

What do you call an olive?

I fancy I always have.

He's got to turn himself in, Terry. He's in real bother.

Olive's worried too.

No, she ain't. She don't give a monkey.

She tell you that?

Yeah.

Well, don't you believe her. She cares, all right. So do I come to that.

So, if you see George, give us a bell, all right? I want to talk to him.

Yeah, all right, mate.

Just remember, harbouring an escaped prisoner is not too clever, that.

Especially for a lad that's been inside himself.

Yeah, tell her, Harry.

Who was that?

A bloke I used to know. What's he want?

It's a good question, as it happens.

Well, come on, then. I want to get some kit before I go to the club tonight.

You think you're going to get any kit, do you?

Hello?

Cherry?

Oh, hello, Kev. What's happening?

Can you meet me straight away? I've got a lead.

Oh, er... Well, yeah, of course, yeah.

No, hold on. Where?

It's a pawn shop in Thomas Street.

You got a pencil?

Where would I keep a bleeding pencil?

Yeah. Look, hang on a minute, Kev.

All right, I've got one in me bag.

Hello.

Hello.

Now, what was that address again? It's a pawn shop called Jacobson's. In Thomas

Street.

It's our job, Mr. Wells.

That's the word.

We love a sauce and all.

Well, you've seen any of the diamonds, Mr. Jacobson.

It's all right. He's a mate of mine.

Interested partner, you might say.

Oh, well, yes, I was off with some of them.

But it was too hot. When someone gets blasted, I don't know.

Well, any idea who was behind it?

No. Except it was someone from outside the manor. I'm sure of that. If they'd

been local, well, we'd have heard whispers.

Listen, this source of yours, what made him think it was an inside job?

Oh, had to be. Special consignment.

Five times the value of anything they'd ever shifted.

So, they moved it at night.

There was only half a dozen people in the know. But somehow these villains got

to hear about it.

Who shipped their gear?

Security firm.

Yeah, but which one?

We're looking for a Mr. McCann. He's not here.

What's this all about, anyway?

She's right, Billy.

He ain't here.

I told you. Sit down, scrubber.

What's your name?

Debbie. Friend of McCann's, are you, Debbie?

Yes, sort of.

What's that mean?

Well, I'm just staying here for a couple of days.

Anyone else staying here?

No.

What about George?

Who's George?

Don't get smart, Debbie.

Just tell us what we want to know and you won't get hurt.

Please, I don't know anything.

I mean, what's this all about?

Did a fella call here?

Ask him for your boyfriend?

Terry's not my boyfriend.

He's just putting me up for a couple of days while I sort myself out. We're not

interested in you.

We're interested in George Palmer.

Never heard of him.

So why did McCann talk to Olive?

Who's Olive?

He told you, Debbie.

Don't get smart.

Please. Please, I don't know what you're on about. I'm going to ask you one more

time.

And if we don't get the right answers, we're going to start forgetting our

manners.

Now, where's George?

Look, you want this the easy way?

Or do you want my paper to get heavy?

Well, I think your security might not be so efficient after all.

You'd lose a lot of customers, right?

No. No, I'm not accusing anyone of anything, Mr. Muir.

I just want the name of the guards that were supposed to shift that consignment.

Yeah, I thought you'd understand.

Yeah?

Yeah, go on.

This is very good, Mr. Muir.

Yeah.

Of course I'll get the firm's name out of the story.

Thanks to your corporation.

It's McCann, Gov.

Harry says he won't talk.

You think he's seen Palmer, Harry?

Got him hidden away somewhere?

Yeah, I reckon.

So we loosen him up a bit.

Right, Gov? Can't do you no good.

Oh, why not?

Terry's hard. I've seen him in action. We've had trouble with hard men before.

They weren't so hard after Thomas and William had finished on them.

Terry's different. You take my word for it. Very well.

We'll try a shortcut.

Who else does he hang around with?

No, sorry, gents.

This place is wholesale, not retail.

Unless, of course, you are genuine buyers from a kosher retail organisation

some sort of identification.

You're Daly? Yes, Arthur Daly, that's me.

Mate of Terry McCann's?

Yes, why?

Is he in a spot to bother?

Could be.

You want to help him out? Sure.

Where's George Palmer?

Who?

Dear, oh, dear, Billy.

Looks like we've got another one here.

Another what?

Someone else who's never heard of him.

Or forgotten.

Looks like we're going to have to jog his memory.

Good thinking.

Look. Oh.

Come back to you, has it, Arthur?

Now, where's George?

Look, why don't you ask Terry? No, no.

We're asking you.

Well, I heard the name, right, but he's Terry's mate, not mine. I never had

nothing to do with him.

Afraid we're going to have to jog his memory a bit more, Tommy.

Yeah.

This is fucking short, is it, Arthur?

Ooh, same.

Because I can see Billy's getting in the mood.

And once he's in the mood, there'll be no stopping him. He'll break anything.

Including people.

Ben.

Keep away from me, you bastard.

What?

You think you can push anyone around, don't you? Hold on, Deb, what's going

Oh, God, just say Mr.

Rycott here. I've got a good mind to bring charges.

What's the matter, Terry?

Fellas getting too tough for you these days?

Yeah, yeah, well, we had a pony and I lost my rag, that's all. I'm sorry, all

right? Sorry?

It's a bit bleeding late for sorry, isn't it?

If I was you, I'd move out, miss.

It's happened once, it can happen again.

Yeah, well, I'll think about it, Mr. Rycott.

What about charges?

With Prince Charming's form here, we'd have no trouble making it stick.

Yeah, well, I was thinking about that too.

OK.

Oh, by the way, Terry, reason I called.

George Palmer ain't been to see you, is he?

George Palmer's in Nick, isn't he?

He's playing truant.

Anyway, if he does turn up, you won't do anything stupid, will you? Like hiding

him? No, no.

All right, then, who did it?

Two fellas.

What'd they want?

Same thing as him.

Your mate, who I never saw.

Thanks, lovely.

We've given you a reputation as a woman beater.

I ain't done you any favours.

Kept Riker off me back.

Don't think he'd believe me. Got to see it in his eyes.

What you doing?

I phoned Georgie's old woman.

What for?

I need to talk to her.

Trouble is, her phone's probably tapped.

Hello?

Olive?

It's the pigtail puller.

What do you want?

Can you get away?

Well, maybe.

Right, well, I'll... I'll meet you in the place we first met.

I'll be there in half an hour.

Important, is it?

Yeah. And come alone, do you know what I mean?

Listen, when I go out, you lock that door and you don't open it for anyone

except me, got it?

Right.

I wouldn't tell.

Don't be long.

We've got a lot of unfinished business.

Remember? Yeah.

Take care.

See you later.

I've a coat of paint since our day.

Yeah, well, it's comprehensive now, isn't it? Better class of yobbo.

Well, I'm still rules, OK.

Only just.

I mean, fancy selling Richard Manning to Liverpool. It's criminal, isn't it?

Talking about criminals,

have you seen George?

Yeah.

Terry, I've told you I'm not interested, so if he's the reason you've asked to

meet me... No, hold on, hold on. No, he's not the reason.

Oh, what then?

It's your brother, Harry.

Harry?

Now, I reckon he was in on that diamond job.

And when George got nicked, he stayed stum, right?

You're joking!

The old Bill always reckoned that George heard about that consignment through

Harry. But he didn't know anything about it, did he? He was just unlucky that he

happened to be on a blagging in the next street.

But that doesn't prove Harry was in on it.

Oh, no, I know.

But that's why we need your help.

Why should I help?

Because George has just done three and a half years for a caper that wasn't down

to him.

George is a villain, Terry. He always will be.

But if Harry did go, Ben, then it's a one -off, I'm sure of that.

You still don't make it right that George should do his bird for him, does

Well, what do you want from me?

I want you to talk to Harry.

Tell him he's blown it.

And try to get him to turn himself in.

Ruin his life for Georgia's sake.

Oh, leave it out, Terry.

Oh.

Why should you... Why should you care?

Oh, I don't know, really.

Maybe it's something to do with this place.

I mean, I know they didn't teach anything, but... Well, what I did

Percival Street against the world.

Yeah, didn't I shut that door?

Why not open yet, you know? Which room's the in -chief?

He?

Who?

Who, he says.

Amazing, isn't it, Billy?

Must be something to do with this manor.

Never can get a simple answer to a simple question. Yeah.

Always have to do it the hard way.

Where have you been?

Out. See George?

No. Another fella.

I thought you told me. It wasn't like that, Harry.

It was just an old friend.

Wasn't Terry McCann by any chance, was it?

Did he call you?

Yes. About George, was it?

No, Harry.

Terry says that George had nothing to do with that diamond job. But he says you

did. Don't be funny.

You were the inside man, according to Terry.

He's got proof.

Proof?

What proof?

He didn't say.

He wants you to turn yourself in.

Tell the old Bill who you're working with.

Nah, he's just slinging mud.

Trying to get some compensation for George, isn't he?

Is he?

Don't tell me you believe him.

I didn't know what to believe at first.

And now?

Now?

I'm sure.

You've been putting yourself about, Dave.

They nicked your mate, Terry.

Who, the old Bill?

Couple of fellas.

Right. Listen, I'm sorry, mate.

Terry.

Yeah?

Look, I'm sorry.

It was down to me.

What was?

They came round the lock -up and started breaking it up.

You mean you shot George just to save some dodgy gear?

God, that's horrific.

No, Terry, look, they were going to start on me.

I don't understand anything except pain.

Well, all right, then, these two blokes, what did they look like?

Well, one was tall geezer, fair hair, bright heart case.

Yeah, the other one was tall, too, bald, with a moustache. But they're not off

this manner, Terry. I asked around.

Nobody knows them.

But I know someone who does.

You've been spreading dirt about me, Terry.

You want to watch your mouth, son?

They got George.

I don't know what you're talking about. Listen, sunshine, if I don't find George

soon, there won't be any George to find, right?

And that'll be down to you.

So where do we start looking?

Come on, I'll drive you.

Well, well.

Terry McCann, right?

How do you know that?

Ah.

Good likeness, isn't it?

Come on, George, we're going home.

How did you find us?

Talked to Harry, did you? Who's Harry?

Thing is, Terry, you put us in a bit of a spot coming here like this.

Why's that?

We was going to help George here disappear.

I mean, with the law after him, he doesn't want to hang around too long

does he?

But now you're here, we've got to help you disappear too, haven't we? Hold on,

are you the two monkeys who've been round my man to shine off your muscles?

We're pros, Terry, aren't you?

So no hard feelings, eh? Oh, no, no, I mean, you've got a lot of talent.

You did a fantastic job on my bird.

Why? What's this?

Terry? Yeah, he went after him.

Didn't realise he was stepping up a division.

That's the division you've been playing in, is it, Harry?

Don't you worry about me, Sergeant.

It's Terry and George we've got to worry about.

If we don't do something fast, they'll both end up propping up a flyover

somewhere.

What are they going to do to us, Terry?

I don't know, son.

If they were full of supporters, it'd be all right, wouldn't it?

They don't like bungee putts, do they?

Too many of them, innit?

Right, then.

Shut up and work on that rope.

Back entrance.

Next street.

You and Jack go and block it off. Me and Arthur will make a frontal assault. No,

no, no, no. I reckon I should stay here and tell the other coppers where to go.

What other coppers?

I'm not having some bunch of uniform lay about to nick all the glory on this

one, Arthur.

We're going to sort this out on our own.

Our own?

Oh, no, no, no. This one's down to you, Mr. Rycock.

That's what I pay my taxes for, right?

I thought Terry was your mate.

Gardner says we've got to wait until dark before we shift you.

He's very clever. Did he work that out all by himself? Gives us a couple of

hours to play games.

What have you got in mind, brag?

I thought we'd start with the one you taught me.

Yeah,

that sounds like a good one.

Can I have a go?

Pleasure.

Hold on, hold on!

Whoa!

All these jokers!

Ransom and brothers.

They pulled up the diamond job that George got done for.

Good boy, Terry.

Oi,

oi, there's another one here.

Jack!

Thanks, Terry.

That's all right. I'll see you later, Ed.

You all right, my son?

I never thought I'd say I was glad to see you.

Well, what did you expect?

You think I'd let you get blown away while you still owe me 200 quid?

Listen. If you double my wages, I could pay you back quicker, couldn't I? Yeah,

you'd have to double your productivity.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

No, later on.

I've got to make a call.

You all right?

A lot of good stuff here.

I wonder what they'd take for a quick sale.

You'll get a free pardon slip, no question.

That means compensation.

You'll get compensation? What about me?

It'll be enough for both of you.

Keep it going until George finds his feet again.

You'll be inside in six months. What then?

Well, maybe I can get you some compensation.

How? Well, suppose my paper buys your story.

The lonely wife of the man in the frame.

Husband betrayed by brother -in -law.

That's not a bad idea.

Well, worth at least three grand, that.

Maybe five.

Five thousand?

I'll talk to the editor.

Get back to you tomorrow.

Now take care, Terry.

Yeah, and you, mate. I'll see you. Cheers.

I'm not having him back, Terry.

Even if Kevin doesn't come up with the money.

Are you sure?

Do you know how many times we've been inside since we've been married?

Four. That's eight years altogether. Next time, it's going to be six.

And there's not going to be a next time. Not for me. What are you going to do,

get a divorce?

You think I'm too old to get another fella?

Don't be silly.

They'll be queuing down the street.

How about you?

Let's see how it goes, eh?

Yeah.

Terry, what if I went back to Pigtail?

Wouldn't need me then, would you?

You'd have them queuing from here to the airport.

Thought you were going to buy me a drink.

No, thanks, Terry.

I'm full up.

Listen, Terence.

What I said when you come down from the north was out of order.

No, no, I was out of order. No, no, I was out of order. I did not know it was

Dave you was doing a favour for.

That's what friends are for, isn't it?

You can do a favour for me and all.

What? Drive us home.

If I had to blow into one of them plastic bags, I couldn't blow into one

plastic blades.

Come on then.

No, no, I'm driving, aren't I? Oh, yeah.

How long have you been in there?

About half an hour.

I've changed the situation.

Right people, right time, just the wrong location.

I've got a good idea.

Just you keep me near. I've been so good for you. I've been so good for you.

I'm going to help you.

Love you like you want me to.

I'd do anything for you.

I'd be so good for you. I'd be so good for you.