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I can be so good for you.

Love you like you want me to.

Here we are then.

Tom, area.

Shall we pop out the back, see how he's getting on?

Would he like a coffee?

No, no, no. Don't interrupt him while he's working.

I've always had trouble in the back.

Me too.

Sleepless nights, mummy, I can tell you.

Interesting, though.

The human spine is not strong enough to support an animal that walks upright all

the time.

Upright all the time?

I only wish I could, I'm telling you that.

No, it's a fact.

I read it in the Observer.

Yeah, come on, Terry, we'll be here all day.

Leave it out, Arthur, there's hundreds of the bleeding things.

194.

Hang about, Mario, you said 200.

What is 16?

Anyway, I gave you the rest for practically nothing.

Green peaches, pickled walnuts.

These are quality goods, not rubbish, you know.

So there ain't any labels on them, no?

We'll have to pass these. It's really living dangerously.

Ah, people can't resist a gamble.

That's the psychology of salesmanship, Terry.

Well, good luck.

I've got to get back to work. You finished? Yeah, Tom. Tom, are you?

Yeah, I am.

Oh, uh, take it easy, Terry.

Yeah, I will.

I never knew you had that trouble.

Well, I don't talk about it, do I?

Suffering dignified silence.

Must be a worry, though.

Yeah, your age.

Age has got nothing to do with it. Come on, get them tins on, Terry. I want to

be shot at by this afternoon.

I had a pity he only wanted to cling peaches.

And everybody else only wants a bleeding walnut. All right, all right.

I don't know what's the matter with people today. No imagination, no

I suppose I might confide in my elders for the day.

Where's who now?

You hungry?

No, I'm starving, it sounds.

All right, come on.

I'll buy you a bacon sandwich.

Don't push the boat out of my account.

Hang about a bit.

Somebody getting a spanking.

They'll do him a permanent.

Hey!

Take it easy, my son.

You all right, mate?

Yeah, OK.

He's all right.

I think.

What's the damage? OK. He's OK.

Looks like I've cut some bruises.

Let me get a cut.

All right. Go on.

You want to go to the hospital?

No. Doctor?

It's not bad.

It's not bad.

Do you want to lift anywhere? Yes, yes, please. You take me Tavros.

Where's that?

It's a restaurant in Greenslands.

All right, come on.

My name is Keralambos. Oh, yeah? In English, it's Charlie.

This town is hard for me. I see Greek Cypriots playing cards with Turkish

Cypriots. Oh, well, yeah, it's really very cosmopolitan, Farmer's Green.

Oh, chap, come on, hold on. They kicked my knee.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Nice place.

Here's my cushion.

A table for three? Not just now.

I don't want that table, you idiot.

Charlie, what the hell is the matter with you?

Slight accident.

Well, you could have brought him in the back way. What will the customs think?

Through here.

Very charming.

Must remember it.

Yes, you must.

Hey, Terry, get in.

All right, all right. Here you go, son. Here you are.

Sit down. It's okay.

Are you all right?

What happened this time, Charlie?

My name's Daly, Miss... Mrs. Costos. Mrs. Costos. Well, me and my partner,

Terry, come upon this gentleman being set upon by three young hooligans.

Given him a right good idea, they were. And we stepped in and helped him out.

Are you hurt? It's not bad.

Sorry, Christina.

My cousin has been in the country three days. He seems incapable of keeping out

of trouble.

Please, Christine, I am making no trouble. I am drinking coffee.

In Turk, Arshaviv, I have seen the new monument in Nicosia to the brave Turkish

soldiers who invade Cyprus, what am I to say?

I tell him his brave Turkish soldiers who shoot my brother when he has no gun.

tell them that.

What did you expect, you fool?

It's not my fault.

I must get back to the restaurant. Thank you for your help, Mr. Haley.

No, Daly.

Arthur Daly. You might have a word, Mrs. Kostos?

Well, if it won't take too long.

Terry, don't start up the van, will you?

Yeah, all right.

That'll make you look after yourself.

Bye -bye.

I suppose you want some compensation for your trouble. Oh, Mrs. Kostos, do I

look like that sort of person?

Now, I was wondering, do you get much call for pickled walnuts?

Pickled walnuts?

Yeah, you know, bung them in a moussaka or something.

You can bung anything in a moussaka.

Oh, no offence intended.

I don't get any call for pickled walnuts, Mr Daly. Thank you very much.

just a call anyway.

So long, Charlie.

Bye -bye, Mrs Costos.

From now on, Charlie, you keep your mouth shut.

I will not allow your obsession with what happened in Cyprus to jeopardise my

restaurant.

Handsome woman.

Capable too, I should think, running a restaurant like that.

Wonder where the old man was. I didn't see him, did you?

Bad for your chance he's dead, do you? Well, he'd be dead handy, wouldn't he?

Pop him for a little bit of tender loving care.

Nice fillet steak on the house.

Arthur, she couldn't wait to see the back of it.

Oh, yeah.

You understand the machinations of a passionate continental, do you, Terry?

Look, I understand you look like that. Let's go and get a bite to eat, and then

we'll tell Mario what he can do with his picked bloody walnuts.

I don't see why it's so important.

It's important because I say so.

And just keep Charlie away from the restaurant and away from me.

Especially me, right?

What does it matter if he finds out? We're not doing anything wrong. Not in

London, we're not.

Who cares what widows get up to around here?

But what about back in Cyprus?

Now, if Charlie finds out about us, he'll start flapping his mouth before

unpacked his souvenir model of Buckingham Palace.

And the next thing we know, the rest of your bloody cousins are over here.

Drinking the restaurant dry and trying to save your soul.

All right, Johnny, all right.

From now on, I keep Charlie away from here.

Johnny, I want to talk to you about Omar.

Well, I don't. I have to do something about him, Johnny.

He could make trouble for the restaurant.

I was thinking if I offered him a cash sum... No way, Christina.

And we can make good money from this place.

And when I say we, I mean you and me.

You let Omar and his Turkish hordes get a foot inside the door here, and I'm

off.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Yes, yes, you're right.

I've got things to do.

Two slices of mortadella.

First comes in a woman.

Very smart, a bloody foreigner.

She wants to know where is the man who drives my van.

Thank you very much. Your change, sir.

There we are.

Coming in soon.

Two slices of mortadella.

Then in comes a man.

Not so smart.

Even more of a bloody foreigner, so you can hardly understand what he's saying.

And you want to know where is the man what drives my van?

What do you do to my van, hit a man?

I'm sorry, Mario.

They come in asking questions and they buy nothing.

Well, I don't know what it's all about. What do you tell them?

I told them to go to the Winchester Club.

I told them that they could always find Arthur Daly there.

Except when he's driving around causing trouble in my van.

Yeah, talking of your van, Mario, me and Terry have had a... Hold on.

This is nothing to do with me, all right? Me and Terry have had a bit of a

setback with them tins.

Setback? Yeah, we've still got the bastards.

I was wondering if we could leave them here for the time being.

Oh, no, no, no, no, got no room.

There's a delivery for the war coming in today.

Well, don't you need the van?

Just take a look out front.

As a matter of fact, I've been trying to sell that old van for months.

Now that I've got the new one, you can use that old one as long as you like.

Bloody tins. They'll be in here to haunt me.

Whitechapel Italians, they're all villains.

Hey, look, you'd better get down to the dragon. At least there'll be some money

coming in from somewhere.

Drop me off at the Winchester.

You reckon it was her from the Tavros?

Well, of course it was.

I reckon the other one was Charlie.

God knows what he wants.

God knows what she wants, either.

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

Case of instant attraction.

I thought it was instant hatred.

She didn't want to let on in front of everyone else.

I see your point.

I mean, fancying you, she'd want to keep that quiet, wouldn't she?

I'll tell you about chucking out time, then.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Arthur, I'll... Be careful, eh?

She's only after your pickled walnut.

Oh, come on, Arda. Have one with me.

Oh, that's very nice of you, Dave.

Vodka's for him.

Terry down a drinker, wrestling the Irish.

Yeah.

I can't remember when we last had the pleasure of your company for a whole

evening. Somebody wanted to see me. I must have blown out.

Mr. Daly?

Of course, Darth.

Well, this is a pleasant surprise.

You'll get the lady a drink, Dave.

Campari soda, please. No ice.

Coming up.

No ice.

Do sit down.

Thank you very much.

You must forgive me for tracking you down like this, Mr. Daly.

Arthur, please, Mrs. Costos.

Christina. Oh, nice.

Just like Inonassis.

I must apologize for my behavior this afternoon.

You were being so helpful and I was so moved. No, no, don't say another word.

You were obviously under extreme stress.

You are so perceptive.

Yes, it's true.

I have been under a lot of stress recently since my husband died.

Oh, I am sorry to hear that, Christina.

You're very kind.

But the worst is over now.

And I keep busy. I have the restaurant to run.

The trouble is, Arthur... Yes?

I am Greek.

I am a Greek Cypriot.

My late husband was a Turkish supreme, so now I have few friends on either

My late husband's friends and relations think it is wrong.

Not suitable for me to run the restaurant on my own.

Christina, are you in some sort of trouble?

Yes.

There is a man, Omar.

He was my husband's brother.

He runs a horrible cafe.

He thinks he should take my husband's place in the restaurant.

Not only in the restaurant.

Diabolical. I am expecting him to call on me tomorrow. That's why I had to see

you.

Arthur, he is a very violent man.

Now, don't worry, Christina.

I... We'll put Terry in there for the day.

He's an expert in what you might call Caribbean violence.

Oh, I'm so grateful to you. Of course, I will pay you well. No, no, no, no,

Christina, you mustn't talk about money. Finish up your drink.

Oh, no, I won't, thank you.

I must go now.

Must you?

Arthur, would it be possible for Terry to wear a tie and a suit?

We must be discreet. Right.

Don't alarm the punters.

Well, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Me too.

Very tasty.

Missed out, did you?

You mustn't rush these things, Dave.

Take them along gently.

Lull them into a sense of false security.

Oh, I'd better go and pick up Terry, or Harry will palm him off with a handful

of luncheon vouchers.

Oh, that wouldn't do, would it? I mean, Terry getting his wages direct.

Do you like pickled walnuts?

No, no, no, yeah.

They'd turn me right up.

You and a million other people, it seems.

I think we've got a gatecrasher.

Oh, my God. It's all right. He's a mate of mine.

Arthur. Arthur. Calm down. Calm down. You must help me, Arthur. It's very

important. What have you been doing? You've been aggravating the Turkish

population again. I have lost a key.

I think in the back of your...

Laurie. Van.

Van. He's a very important key for me. He's key for my luggage. All right,

I'm going to meet Terry now, so you'd better come with me.

You are my good man. Leave it up, darling.

Hey.

Come on, lads, finish up.

Now, this is what really gets up my nose.

They happily take your money or leave.

then dead on the bill, it's sod off you, and keep the bleeding noise down.

It's the law.

At the law.

Come on, let's go.

I'm finishing my drink. Good luck, then.

Come on, sunshine, on your bike.

Catch me, John, and I'll kill you.

Come back again or I'll break your bleeding neck. Out!

Quiet night, Terry.

Charlie here reckons he dropped a key in a van.

Probably fell out of his pocket while he was rolling around on a cobble. Yeah,

well, go and help him look for it, eh?

Good evening, Arthur.

Good evening, Terence.

Well, I'm just going to say hello to Harry.

How are you feeling now?

Oh, I hurt a bit.

Better leg. Much better.

That's good, isn't it?

What's that? Left luggage?

Got it.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah. Harry wants to know if you want a swift one.

He wants us to run him to the station.

Please, Arthur.

It's very important.

Struggle on, Charlie. Can't a clean wife run its weight till the morning?

It's lasting, I ask.

All right, all right. Come on. Everyone on the chara.

Thanks, Harry.

So, Christina says that... Oh, Christina now, is it?

So, Christina, she says she wants you to look out for this Omar geezer.

Always laughing boy in his treasure chest.

Divers and Kip.

Here he comes.

All right, Charlie.

It might empty, but don't dent them.

You're a poor little woman.

Now, what's this hotel?

The Machos? Machos?

No, no. Now you take me Hornsey Road, please.

Hornsey Road? Leave it out.

No, come on. We'll take you home, Charlie.

All right, he's got something naughty on. What have you got in there?

A case of illegally imported cypress, Terry?

No, no, it's nothing like that.

It's just my gun.

I am sorry, Terry.

But will you take me Hornsley Road, please?

It's very important.

You're not going to shoot Terry.

He's your friend.

We both are. We helped you out, right?

Please. Please. No, no, no. Come on. It's a good lad. Charlie.

Charlie. Charlie, that's a good lad. There's no point in blowing Terry's head

off. None at all.

And what a thing to do to someone who saved you from a beating, eh?

Please. Come on, Charlie.

That's a good boy.

Very sorry.

Listen, somebody, if you ever do that again, I'll break your legs.

Oh, where'd you get this, Charlie?

War Museum?

No, no, no. These are my grandfather's.

They have to cut the barrel fit case.

He would be mad with me for that. Oh, I should think so, too. That's vandalism.

Yeah, look at Terry. Look, he's quite upset.

Yeah. With his shotgun stuck in me ear, I do tend to get quite upset.

Antique shooter like this, you're probably in the safest place.

Harry, forgive me.

Don't touch me.

Now, come on, Charlie, where's this hotel you're staying at?

The Turks, they bomb village.

Then the soldiers, they come.

He's a curfew.

But my brother, he's stubborn.

He sit outside his house in the evening like a Greek, he said.

He's a Turkish soldier.

Shoot him.

Where was you?

I was in my house obeying curfew.

Yeah, but how do you know it was this guy that did it?

I have information.

This man here tells me a Turk is boasting.

He knows name of my village, the name of my brother. This man, he knows

everything. Yeah, but who is this man?

He is a Greek Cypriot.

It's a very sad story, Charlie.

But you go round London topping Turks, all you'll get is banged up where they

don't serve kebabs.

And what about Christina?

Oh, yes, it's Christina.

Yes, Christina, she'd do her nut, won't she?

Yeah. Come on.

Now, you be a good boy.

No, no, table after.

Oh, and Terry.

Get yourself a suit for tomorrow.

Yeah, come on.

Christina don't want you looking scruffy while you're minding her path.

Scruffy? Bleeding cheek.

Oh, Terry, do me a favour, my son.

Observe the speed limits.

I mean, it's not going to be very clever to be stopped while we've got Charlie's

amputated shooter on board, is it?

Not to mention the pickled walnuts.

And, Terry, wear a tie.

Eh?

A tie.

Tie.

Yeah, I'll remember.

I had one of them once.

Oh!

Hooray!

My father used to tell me about the old days, when the men would put on their

best suits and go out at dawn to shoot somebody for looking at their sister.

I reckon Charlie heard the same stories, too.

I never thought he would go to such extremes.

I'm ashamed to say it, but I've always thought of him as being rather comical.

Put him on a plane home, love.

Or he might commit a comical murder.

Arthur, I don't know how to thank you. You've been wonderful.

I'll see you later, Christina.

And don't worry about Omar.

If he comes on strong, Terry will kick him into touch.

I saw this geezer. Mind you, he was Irish.

Every night, after he'd had a few drinks, he used to get a roof tile, put

the bar, look at it, then what?

Break it in half with his head.

Straight up.

Fixed a postie. It was unbelievable.

I'm going to have another go with those bloody tins. I might drop in later for a

spot of lunch.

Yeah, well, I... Just don't forget, if you sell any, you still owe me. Of

course. Oh.

Oh, very nice.

Don't put your thumbs in the soup.

Oh, whoops.

Oh, I'm sorry, friend.

We're not serving lunch yet.

I don't think you realise who I am.

No, I don't.

Who are you?

Hitman for Fanny Craddock?

It's all right, Terry. He's a friend.

Libby, you're paying that boat too much.

I have to protect myself, don't I? You won't let me deal with Omar in my way.

Well, I have to keep him at arm's length somehow.

Hey, Terry.

Yeah?

I had it up to here with being a waiter.

Perry, I'm strong, I don't smoke, I don't drink. I do karate.

You think I could get work like you?

Well, um... Are you intelligent?

Quick -thinking?

Oh, yeah.

You got initiative?

Definitely. Then no.

You're overqualified.

I just want you to tell me what to do.

First of all, don't tell your comedian of a carton.

Ship him back to his goat, whatever he's got.

Come on, we're going to get him a ticket right now.

All right.

Then I'll tell you what to do about Omar.

In the meantime, your tame bouncer can mind things, okay?

It's okay.

Charlie's gun in here?

No. I hid it in the storeroom.

I'll throw it off the bridge or whatever it is you're supposed to do.

Yeah.

Christina, why don't you go and bring the car onto the front?

I've got a few calls to make.

Johnny, listen, I don't mean to go on at you, but I just want you to help me.

I understand.

Now I'm helping you, right?

I'll get the car.

Selma. Help you, gentlemen?

I have come to see Mrs. Corstis.

Oh, she's not seeing anybody at the moment.

Then she'd better see me.

No. She particularly doesn't want to see you.

I'm amused that Mrs. Corstis should go to such lengths employing a bodyguard.

But if you will not tell her that I'm here...

Shafik will fetch it for me.

Yeah, well, I suppose I can't stop him trying.

Shafik.

Have a look.

John Travolta.

Fantastic!

Very well.

You will tell Christina that if she's not prepared to discuss things in a

civilized fashion,

then I must think about things in a different way.

This restaurant will be closed within one week.

Be all right.

I'll tell her.

But in the meantime, get yourself and your friend out.

Come.

Things will go bad for Christina. Yeah, for no one.

Table for two? Yeah, help yourself, pal.

Oh, dear.

Don't worry.

It wasn't the cooking.

Well?

Well, he's gone.

But he's definitely got plans for you.

What does he mean, plans?

Like closing you down.

Well, you're here to make sure that doesn't happen, aren't you?

Yeah, but let's just say, just for a joke.

He gets a few tizer bottles, fills them up with four -star and lobs them through

the window. Then form the fire brigade.

I thought you were supposed to be the hard nut around here.

Yeah, well, I just thought I'd mention it.

Surely Omar... Listen, he probably wants to hustle some work for his mate.

Now go and get the car, okay?

And you get back in the restaurant.

Now, listen.

As far as I'm concerned, I work for Mrs.

Kostos.

So while I'm in the restaurant, you don't talk to me, you don't come near

Because I don't like you.

And I'm having a lot of trouble trying to keep it a secret.

No answer.

Who's having a little green round thing?

Those will be my stoppies.

Terence, table for one.

One what?

Van Gogh's your tip for starters.

Well, talking of starters, bung's a menu.

Ta.

You can't sit down with a customer as it looks bad. No, listen.

Only joking.

How's it going?

Well, you've got competition.

Oh, yeah? What kind?

Youngies are just going out the door.

He is Christina.

Joking. Any sign of Omar?

Oh, yeah, Omar came in with a little friend.

I had to give his friend a smack on the wrist, though they took their cuff to me

elsewhere.

But I think it was just an opener.

I reckon they'll be back for the second leg.

He's no more than a bit of a boy.

That's right.

You'll have to settle for being a father figure, won't you?

Me?

I don't give a mungies.

Leave it out, Arthur. You rule over her.

Business, wasn't it?

All it needed was a little charm, and here you are earning a nice little wage,

and here I am ordering lunch on the house. Now, are you listening?

Do what?

Avocado vinaigrette.

Hold on.

Lamb kebab.

Oh. Green salad.

Nick! Boy, come on, where's your little book?

Nick!

Now, your plane leaves at 7 .30, huh? Yes. I'll get you a minicab.

No. No, no, no. I'll take you myself.

If I spent more time with you, none of this would have happened.

I'll see you later.

If you eat too much animal fat, you do.

No, straight up, I've read about it.

See, in the countries where they eat the most meat, that's where they have the

most heart attacks.

I'll bet your artery's a needle thin.

Oh, don't leave it. I can't see I'm eating.

Yes, I can see that, Arthur.

Thank you.

Hey, did Deli settle?

Scatter, right.

It's the cholesterol, isn't it?

What's that, though?

That's pita, Greek bread. These stupid bastards aren't supposed to deliver at

lunchtime.

Very tasty, this, Nick.

I tell the chef.

Someone lost a thumb.

And those bastards who bring the bread, look what they do.

Nick, they took the key to the deep freeze. I had to give it or they hit me.

Well, that darned bollocker.

But the geezer up front says he's a bar elf, Inspector.

Anything the matter?

Oh, my good God.

We've received a complaint.

Who made this complaint?

I'm not at liberty to divulge that.

Things are dealt with in the strictest confidence.

I'll just have a word with this gentleman.

I'm sorry, but...

Mrs. Costos isn't here at the moment. I can examine the premises regardless of

who is present. Oh, yes, of course, of course, I understand that. You sit down.

Only, you see, I'm in the catering trade, in a way, and I wondered if you

just clear up one or two points for me.

Do me a favour.

He's coming.

You must, you must.

An accident. Some cooking or oil was spilled.

What's going on here?

Spot check, Mrs. Constance.

Tits and belly.

Huh?

I don't understand this, sir. We've never had a complaint before.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

Actually, I'd hate to have to close you down.

Do you mind?

Oh, sorry, sorry.

Oh, what's this?

It's a ladle.

Funny place to keep a ladle.

Well?

Well, that settles it. I must talk to Omar.

Try to come to some agreement.

Now, hang about, Christina.

Look, like you said, just because your old man steps off the... passes away, it

don't mean Omar can come in here and start playing tunes on your till.

Well, I haven't been entirely honest with you.

You see, the truth is Omar built up this restaurant with my

husband. They shared the work, the responsibility equally.

When my husband died, it turned out that the restaurant was legally mine.

Omar had as much right to it as I have, if not more.

I was persuaded.

Johnny?

Yes.

He was a waiter here.

I was.

Johnny saw a great opportunity, I suppose.

Right little gold digger.

Yeah, but when you asked Omar to go, did he just leave?

He went on holiday.

We changed the locks, the staff, the menu.

Johnny would have nothing Turkish on the menu.

Omar had some savings he bought a rundown cafe.

Whatever you may think of him, he is not an aggressive man.

He didn't do a bad impersonation.

Man, I was rat.

Makes you want to turn vegetarian, doesn't it?

Look, now I have made my decision, I won't need Terry anymore.

Perhaps we can discuss money now, yes? Good idea. Yeah, Terry, go and look

the van, will you? No, hold on. Come on, it's on a double yellow.

Money down the drain.

Would £150 be reasonable?

Christina, please, not for me.

But I suppose, Terry.

Johnny, he won't give you any aggravation, will he? Oh, no.

Once he hears that I've made it up with Omar, he'll be off, don't worry.

I can handle Johnny now.

So?

I suppose your opinion of me now is not what it was.

On the contrary, Christina.

You are my flavor of the month.

Yes?

This is your friend speaking.

Please.

Please, leave me alone.

Listen to me.

I spoke to him again.

I asked him what he would do if the son of the man he killed came to him with a

gun.

Never happened, he said.

They were not a family of honor.

You must not say those things.

It's not true.

They were not a family of honor.

I show him who is family of honor.

Arthur? Harry?

You know,

one day,

Just once.

I'd like to get my wages without having to ask for one.

Sorry, Terry.

Completely slipped my mind.

There you go.

Half a tonne.

Fifty?

Very tight -fisted, that Christina.

Anyway, that's more than you get normally in a place like that, including

Same again.

Why not, Dave? Terry's getting them any stuff he can pay.

Oh, no. Friendly yours, aren't they?

Oh, thank God you're here.

Christina, you're just in time.

Cherry's getting them in.

Drink for the lady. Campari soda, no ice. No, thank you.

It's Charlie.

I know.

He wants a lift to the airport.

I'm thinking of charging that geezer petrol money.

He is not at the hotel. His luggage is gone. He's checked out.

Well, maybe he decided he wanted to have a look at Big Ben.

Or Wimbledon Dog Track.

He promised me he would not leave the hotel.

He knows the time of the flights and everything.

You think he's up to the ritual murder, Lark, again?

Well, at least he ain't hauled up.

Got a gun.

Well, that is the other thing.

Yeah.

I hid the gun at the restaurant.

Now it's gone.

The only other person who knew where it was was Johnny.

Now, he's probably taken it to show it in front of his mate.

You sure you don't want a drink?

No, thank you.

When Charlie hijacked us, he was all for going up the Hornsey Road.

We could go up there and have a look, Christina, if you like, but it's a very

long road.

The Hornsey Road, that's where Omar's place is.

Just a thought.

Yeah, and Charlie did say that the geezer who gave him the nod knew all

his brother being shot.

Right.

So Johnny set Omar up for topping Charlie's brother.

Dead Andy for Johnny. No more Omar, no more our shares in restaurants.

No, that's incredible.

It's the way our devious minds work, I'm afraid.

What's the name of Omar's place?

The Sultan Salim. You take Terry up there in your motor. I'll follow in the

Point the road.

I'll tell you when.

You must be looking forward to this.

I'm not killing this man for my own pleasure.

Of course not.

You're doing your duty.

What, sir?

Look, if Charlie's done anything silly... Keep well out of it. Okay.

Oh, uh... Arthur?

Yeah? Watch yourself.

The clutch is a bit sharpish, you know. Why don't you teach your grandmother?

Go through that blue door. Yes, yes, I understand.

But just get back here fast.

And I mean fast.

We'll have you on a plane within an hour.

Good luck.

What you want? Eat?

Wrong way.

Come here.

Nobody supposed to come in here.

Keep the engine running.

Perry, tell Omar everything will be all right about the restaurant, please, huh?

Yeah, all right.

If Charlie hasn't put him off the catering business for life...

Good morning to you, sir. Take away.

Oh, no, sir. I'm just browsing.

How was the health, Inspector?

By the way, I have taken a leaf out of Christina's book and enlarged my staff.

They are very good at hurting people, I am told.

Listen, Omar, I've come here to save your life.

I want to report a shooting.

I'll show you some new ways of using salt.

You put that gun down!

Terry, please, you must get away from here.

Who is this madman?

Don't talk.

He's a Cypriot.

His name is Charlie.

And his interests include blowing your head off. Terry, please.

No more talk.

This is Christina's brother -in -law, your great Cypriot Burke.

He had nothing to do with your brother.

That was just Johnny telling you stories.

Stories? Yes.

Getting you all wound up so you go round blowing holes in people that he doesn't

like.

Now, Christina's outside.

Go and ask her if you don't believe me.

For God's sake, put that gun down!

Would you care to step inside?

Charlie, that's no way to start a family reunion.

I was just having a chat with Christina before she takes Charlie to the airport.

And he's coming over to collect you, my old son.

I said he could have you.

He's not very pleased with you, old Omar.

Says he's going to stick a tomato in your mouth, give you a couple of turns

the charcoal and serve you up on a bed of rice.

Got some very dodgy mates, old Omar. Eh, Terry?

Oh, not many.

You should have seen what they nearly done to Terry. And he's class.

I mean, you, you're a great cream puff.

They think he's got what he wanted.

You ever think of all those lonely months in the Ormsley Road?

Enough to drive anyone to torture.

And if Omar lets you off lightly, I'll be inclined to send Terry here in to

recycle anything that's left over.

Listen, I've got some money.

Oh, yeah?

Where'd you get that?

Cream it out of Christina's restaurant.

I'm talking in hundreds.

All right, son.

Here you are.

Drive yourself out of trouble.

One Ford Transit, almost MOT.

Oh, you'll have to fork out for the contents, though. There's no time to

them. Valuable foodstuffs.

500. Bargain of the week.

Good news about your tins, Mario?

Somebody stole them? We only flogged them, didn't we?

I'm amazed.

I'm telling you that.

Who is this person? An idiot? Well, his judgment could be said to be impaired a

little bit. And guess what? We also sold a man.

Oh, but it's wonderful.

How much?

150.

150?

Poor man. I could have got 400.

This is robbery.

You robbed me. Leave it out, Mario. Quick sale, cash in the hand. A hundred

fifty. I've got to be off.

Oi, oi. Excuse me. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. There we are. I'm going to see

how Christina's getting on. Now, remember, you're down a dragon tonight.

your favourite band.

They want to get some more murder on each other. Cheers, Mario.

Cheers to you, Arthur, bloody day.

I'll tell you that.

No, it's all right, Mario.

I'll bleed and tell him. Oi, Arthur.

What's this? Oi!

I'll change the situation.

Right people, right time, just the wrong location.

I've got a good idea.

Just you keep me near. I'll be so good for you. I'm

going to help you.

Love you like you want it to.

I do it.