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Love you like you want me to.

It'd be so good for you.

Love you like you want me to.

What the bloody hell have you got in there?

You're not taking that in.

I was supposed to frighten him, yeah?

I'll frighten the bastard, all right.

Hey, look at this butt.

Took me all weekend to polish that.

Gonna carve this eagle's head on it.

Put it away, mate.

Hello?

Anyone at home?

Over here!

Excuse me.

Mr. Harrison?

Arthur Daly.

Your partner probably mentioned me.

Oh, yeah, he did.

Unfortunately, he's had to pop out.

Oh, well, any good?

Oh, no, no.

You can borrow me a pin, though. No, no, no.

They're down the other end. Oh.

Here we are.

The Terry Wogan's over here and the Angela Rippon's here.

Angela Rippon?

Never. Yeah, well, they were down a few years back. Ah, they're spot on. I want

25 of each.

There was a mention of a deposit. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Tony Absey did mention

that. For a century, you'll clear the air.

Understood, understood.

There we are.

Look, I'm going into hospital for a bit, so a colleague of mine will come and

pick him up.

Oh, well, nothing serious, I hope. No, no, no, no, no. Just a bit of major

surgery.

Oh, nasty.

Oh, no, no, no, not in this day and age.

Piece of cake.

Hang on, I'll just get that.

Yeah.

Yeah, speaking.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah. Yeah, okay, pal, I'll sort that out.

Got a message from Wendy.

You are my terrorism.

Oh,

my good God.

Well, bloody move it, will you? Well, is everything all right up there? Look,

I've done the business, OK? So let's get out of here, right?

Sodded.

I know that face.

Arthur Daly.

What the hell is he doing around here?

It was just me and Alison.

Oh, no, it wasn't, son.

I just saw Daly legging it out of that warehouse.

What happened up there?

Well, Harrison gave me some bother, so I just... I flashed the shooter at him

and he suddenly started fainting or something.

There was a phone box around the corner and I'd done a 999 from there.

And Tony wasn't at the warehouse?

He popped out.

Who's Tony?

Tony Apsey's a mate of mine.

He partnered with Harrison.

I put Arthur on to him when I knew he wanted those dummies. Yeah, look what

landed me in.

Tony used to be a bit of a tearaway, right, but he's straight now.

I mean, he's got a fridge freezer, a fiancée, the lot.

What about Harrison?

Fingers crossed he's all right.

But you reckon the gun never touched him? Not as far as I could tell, no.

But all them models were all shot up, heads all over the place. It was like a

bomb had gone off.

And the noise those things make, oh, it really turned me up.

And me about to undergo major surgery.

Don't forget, don't mention the daily or the gun. I think you ought to be told

about daily. It might be important.

You work for my old man.

Now, he loves his son.

He'd do anything for him, right?

You start flapping your mouth and I'll drop you right in it.

I want two to one against.

Yeah, that's right.

You want charity?

You have a bet round your local Oxfam shop.

You there, mate.

I want two grand of threes, rocket to Russia, Doncaster 330.

Yeah. Well, thank you, mate.

How much has he got, mate?

Take it, mate, take it.

No, he's not up to anything.

No, he's a mudpunter.

It's the weather like, Harry.

Oh, it's not bad, Wendy.

Want to spin in the motor, Dad?

No, Tarzan.

No, it's nice of you to think of it.

Doctor said you ought to make an effort, Dad. Yeah, well, they're wrong.

Going outside makes me ill.

All that space, all that bloody light.

If I was sticking doors, I'd keep my bloody house. I don't care what they

Yeah, whatever you said, then.

No, then, uh, Mr. Harrison got our money, has he?

Uh, not as yet.

No, but I had a word.

Expect a result by the end of the week.

Oh, good boy. Did he say when?

No. No, but I'm going to call back tomorrow.

You gave him a bit of a smack, did you, Keefy?

Anything to add, Eric?

I know, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes. I took the day off. I drove out to Essex. It's quite a lunch. Sandra.

Why, what's up?

I've got to talk to you. It's important.

I'm sorry, mate. The game's off.

Hey, what are you doing? Look, we'll forfeit the match.

It's about Joe, and it's important.

Phew. Now, come on, on your bike.

and not here.

Be a good boy, Dermot.

You're coming in a bit tabby, me and you.

Bleeding hell, Mr Chisholm, this is me local.

Oh, in which case, let me congratulate you on your exquisite taste.

Ah, do me a favour, will you?

Now look here, Dermot, my hairy friend, this is very important.

In fact, if I suspect you of withholding information, I'm going to take you

round the saloon bar and introduce you as my best snout. Thank you. And we'll

poodle over to your drum and find out what you're smoking these days. Yeah,

right, all right, all right.

But I'm not promising anything, right?

Joe Harrison.

Oh, you've heard about him, have you? Yes, funny that.

I heard a whisper about him today.

What, Dermot?

I don't know.

Something about some bother he had.

Somebody let off a gun.

Let off a gun? Yeah.

Guess what?

He dropped dead.

Heart attack. Well, what a way with words you have, Dermot.

All right.

What was Harrison into?

I don't know.

He was straight.

He had this firm with Tony Apsey, see? Selling clothes dummies.

Yeah.

Tony Apsey.

I never could understand why he let that tear away into his firm.

Look, Apsey's straight now. Everyone knows that. Oh, do they, Dermot? I don't

know that.

As far as I'm concerned, Tony Apsley is a right blot on my limited horizons.

All right, all right, let's imagine just for one second that it wasn't Tony

Apsley who frightened Harrison to death.

All right, then.

Who the bleeding hell was it? I don't know!

All I know is there was something else out at the time.

A place called Daly.

Arthur or something, all right?

Arthur Daly?

Yeah.

Arthur? heard daily.

Yeah, well, that's why you were heard. Why?

Who is he? Are you cheering me up or something, you hairy animal?

We'll hear from Mr. Chisholm, will you?

Why don't you ask Mr. Rapsby? He was here.

He'll tell you what I could.

Oh, I will.

You bank on that.

Oi!

How's about a drink, then?

Huh.

What happened, love?

I don't believe it.

Apparently he just... he just died.

I mean, I know he had a dodgy ticker, but some bastard slag come round there

and... I've got to talk to Arthur, Terry. I want to know what happened.

Yeah, but I told you all he saw, Tony. That's the full strength.

You two got anywhere you can stay?

Guard your mothers, eh? But why? What for?

Give yourself a bit of time.

The first thing they're going to do is pull him.

But why? He hasn't done anything. He was with me all day.

Oh, they're right, love.

You see, Tony's got form.

I don't believe it. They were mates. You try telling shit on that.

It aches my guts.

Every time I nodded off, I heard that gun again.

That's going to be with me till the day I... I'm a mental and physical wreck.

We're in the right place, aren't you?

Oh! Oh, sorry, mate, sorry.

You ought to get them plates seen, too.

I'll keep trying that number I gave you.

The bloke you want to talk to is Mr Green.

Tell him there's been a slight hiccup over the closed dummies.

And I'm just off a couple of days' major surgery.

And I'll get back to him on Friday.

Right, here we are.

What? Well, this is where you get changed, Mr Dane.

I'll go and make sure your bed's ready.

All you'll need are your dressing gown, pyjamas and clip -on. Sure, your friend

here will take your day coat home. Oh, of course.

Yeah, don't forget I'm private.

Yes, Mr Dane. You mentioned it. I'm with Fardy.

Do what?

Personal health and treatment indemnity.

Oh. Alright, here we go.

Oh.

Now

where

was I?

Oh yeah, the lockup.

Now, I want you to go there every morning, 10 to 11, pick up the mail, and

any phone calls.

And for crying out loud, write it all down on a piece of paper.

After that, the Winchester, mail and phone calls. Oh, God, there's room in

isn't there?

And mail and phone calls, just the same.

Then refer to the tight list of jobs I've given you.

Number one priority is those non -stick pans.

Get them out from behind a Portuguese vodka.

Leave them handy near the door.

Now then, there's no restriction on visiting hours for private patients.

But Erick likes a routine.

So she's coming in from six o 'clock till ten past every night.

Every night?

Of course.

Oh, and if a Mrs. South from Hammersmith phones about her Azure Draylon,

tell her to hang on.

Not sexy, Sal from Hammersmith, with a great huge... Don't you dare mention

Sal to you -know -who indoors.

This is strictly business.

Oh.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

You look really, um, nice.

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

What's this supposed to be?

Where's the telly and the phone?

I subscribe to a very expensive private patient scheme. Yes, I know.

But this is where the hospital administrator has put you, and there's

can do about it.

Yeah, but I'm just a kidney stone thrown away from that big public wall. I'll be

over there and snoring all night. Oh, leave off. It's not her fault, is it?

mention it to Victor.

She might be able to get down the canyon and talk to you about it.

But...

Not a word about the special menu for private patients.

Depressing, isn't it?

When you think about it, this is the last place that a lot of people ever get

see.

What you got?

Yeah? Just come to pay me respects.

I heard there was a new face in.

Daily, isn't it?

Charlie done it, mate.

Oh, how do you do?

Yeah, him growing toenails, right?

Could be a big problem, that.

Oh, no, not in this day and age. The last time I was in here, it was about

years ago, I had me varicose veins and me chelfons done.

You ever had your chelfons seen to?

Oh, wicked, that is.

I've been in them all.

Middlesex, Barnes, Whittington.

Have a tea, love.

Oh, thanks, Dom.

Here we go.

Morning it is, too.

Anyway, I'm in for me prostrate this time.

Prostrate? You got it, prostrate, and it can't come too soon.

I'm up and down all night at the moment. It's bleeding knackering.

If you wish to smoke, Mr Dave, there's a room specially for that down the

corridor.

And no alcohol whatsoever until after your operation.

Yeah, she's a right girl, is this one.

Shoo, Mr Danny, you horrible old man.

Shoo, shoo, shoo.

Right now, you've got to visit him. One of many I think you'll find over the

next few days, nurse.

Nurse, I do not wish to see these men. Nurse!

Nurse! Shut it, Arthur.

What are you in here for, dearly?

Having your wallet removed, is it?

Well, what's the problem?

What amazing crime are we taxpayers subsidising you to solve this time?

A small tin of paint gone missing in Fulham, has it?

Let's turn you right up, Arthur.

Violence not being your scene, exactly.

Violence? Arthur, I've got this little friend.

Horrible little beggar he is. He tells me facts about low -level persons on my

manor. Now, he's a bit slow, like a week behind the news of the world, but he's

very reliable.

What I'm trying to tell you, Arthur, is the whole of West London knows you were

around when someone frightened Joe Harrison so badly he had a massive

Oh, my good Lord.

A penny's dropped, sir. You know, all right, Mr Chisholm. Look, I was there. I

heard a big bang and I legged it. I called everyone by the RSPCA. On my

never saw them done it or what happened.

Room for improvement, Arthur.

Oh, come on, Mr Chisholm. You know I wouldn't keep shtum about a thing like

that. You might.

If a mate was involved, like Tony Apte... Do what? Oh, it's just too cosy

words, isn't it? An ex -con called Terry McCann plays Paul with an ex -con

called Tony Apte. They both know an old character called Daly who happens to be

present. When he aforementioned Apsley's partner, Carksy's... And while I think

about it, how convenient that Apsley was having a day in the country at the

time.

I suppose in a few months we'll have all three of you down that warehouse

turning over a nice few quid. Mr Chisholm, you've got to be joking.

We're going back to have a few more words with Apsley, Arthur, while we've

him tucked up down the nick.

Why don't you stay tucked up here, eh?

Like a good boy.

We shall return.

Yeah, well, you were dead right about Chisholm.

He pulled in Tony Epstein first thing.

That's pathetic, isn't it?

He's just trying to get back at Tony for giving him the runaround years ago. I

mean, he knows you wouldn't have anything to do with shooting.

Winch is the club.

Yeah, yeah, I'll pay for the call.

Arthur, for the last time, will you stop reverting the charges when you call

here?

Yeah.

It's for you.

Hello, mate. You found a nurse of your dreams yet, eh?

I've had Chisholm here.

Yeah, and his druid.

And listen, he knows all about... You know what?

Yes. The whole bloody world and his wife knows.

Listen, you come over here. We've got to talk.

Right.

What? Your father wants a word with you.

He's had a bit of news about Joe Harrison.

Nice day out, is it, lads?

Not bad, Wendy?

Now,

I ask, you see, because being an agoraphobic, I don't get out much.

Still, I've got a few bob.

I don't need to lift a finger.

I care for my friends.

They need my help.

They like a bit.

No tax on the winnings, credit readily available.

What do I get from you lot?

You toe -rags, who without me couldn't get a job in a dunny. I did a right cock

-up. You'll end up with me losing my telephone numbers.

Dad. Look, now you look, son.

If a punter owes me eight grand, there's no point frightening him to death, cos

then he don't have to pay, get it?

Now then, shoot it.

Oh, Dad, it's me, I'll be. Yes, I know it is.

Play with them in your bedroom.

Polish them.

Sleep with them under your pillow. Try a little Russian roulette, even. But do

not shoot at people who owe me money.

I told him that, Wendy.

Oh, shut up, Harry, it's down to you.

Eh?

I tried to stop him.

Yeah, and you failed, Harry.

Because you are a bleeding failure, that's why.

You ain't got the proper authority.

That's not often cap money.

Keefie.

Go play on the motorway.

Sammy? Yes, Wendy?

Find this daily, Keener.

Have a chat, see what he knows.

I don't want young Keefe in any bother.

And about this brother of Ayrton's, Vic or something, you'd better find him and

all.

Tell him he's inherited a very major debt.

Well, general anaesthetic.

If that goes wrong, you may as well hang up your boots.

You know what I mean.

Hey, you've had it before, haven't you?

Well, more or less. Yeah, well, you just have a bit of a rest and something.

If I don't see you before, good luck.

Touch wood.

Oh, you'll be as sick as a dog for a day or so, but it'll be worth it in the

end. Oh, hello, son.

Your dad's in the pink, considering.

He'll be the death of me.

You get my smokes?

Yep, there you go, Dad.

Listen, what's all this about Chisholm? Well, like I said, he's been in here in

total disregard for my condition, trying to shorten my life by making up some

conspiracy between you and me and Tony Apsley.

I wonder how he knew you were there.

Tony would never have told him.

No, he's boasting about some grass he's got.

No, Chisholm, he probably mows it at weekends.

Well, someone told him about me, pretty sharpish.

Probably everyone on the manor knows by now.

including whoever ruffled Harrison's feathers.

Yeah, leave that alone!

I want you to put yourself about and drop a few hints that I know bugger all,

right? Oh, right, I'll tell them.

I'll tell them Arthur Daly knows bugger all.

Here. You ever had a general anaesthetic?

Yeah, yeah, with me tonsils, yeah.

What's it like?

God, I don't know. It was only a nip, I can't remember.

I think I threw up a lot.

Sure, I mean... Did you get older green?

I tried, didn't I?

Kept missing him.

Listen to you, you're in hospital, right?

Your children's trial witness of the month. Now, stop worrying about clothes

damage.

Yeah, right.

Sorry.

Right, then.

You're off then?

Yeah, I might as well be.

Yeah.

Listen, if I don't see you, good luck tomorrow morning, you know.

Best of luck all day.

All right?

All right, yeah.

So, you're a good boy, Terry.

Do what?

Them non -stick pans. You see, you shift them tomorrow.

If there's time, all right. If not, you'll have to non -stick them yourself,

right? Ta -ra.

All right, tell.

How is the master?

Oh, he's all right.

Well, I was a bit anxious about Miss Harrison, you know. Oh, yeah. Any

Yeah, yeah. A bloke called Green phoned.

After his dummies, whatever that means. Oh, cobblers. I've been trying to find

him all day. Didn't leave a number. Afraid not.

He's still got apathy, don't he, Nick?

Yeah.

I've just been schlepping all over the manor trying to find some gossip.

Nobody's got a bad word to say about this Harrison bloke.

He's quite a geezer. Likes to bet.

Always a bit skim.

It's not grounds for that sort of treatment, is it? No way.

Terrence.

No.

Terry.

Dear Terry, I am writing this in case something happens to me.

You would laugh if you could see me now, but what with Harrison and having this

operation, I seem to have gone a bit morbid.

This is just to say that you have been like a son to me, even though at times I

might have been a bit inconsiderate. But you know what the pressures on the

entrepreneur are in this day and age.

I hope you have enjoyed our long association as much as I have, despite

the visiticity.

Ups and downs.

Good luck.

Your

How young are you?

I brought you some flowers, Mr Daly.

Oh, what sort of time do you call this?

Just shut your mouth a minute.

About Joe Harrison.

Oh, my God, not that again.

Look, I keep telling everybody.

I don't know nothing. I've no idea what it was all about.

Look, all I want to do is be left in peace with my ingrained toenails.

I said shut up.

Now, you're going to have to tread very carefully, Mr Daly.

Because if me or my colleagues suffer the teeniest, weeniest inconvenience

the Harrison business, I will come and find you.

I will get a hold of you, and I will take you away to my own personal

Now you're light without.

What on earth is this?

Ah, sorry, nurse. I just had to call on my old friend, Mr. Daly, as soon as I

learned of his predicament. I don't care about that. Mr.

Daly has an operation first thing in the morning, and visitors should not be on

the ward at this time of night.

Please leave now. Of course, nurse.

Bye, old chap.

Get well soon.

All right, Mr. Daly?

Mm. I ain't good.

That's the lock.

Seems a bleeding sight more than 50 to me.

This will be all right. I counted everyone down those warehouses in the

Oh, dear.

You have got some bottle, haven't you, girl? I've got to keep things ticking

over while Tony's out of action.

I'll spend some time in a nick, you know.

Could all have been different if I had a little grafter like you on the outside.

Well, it's never too late, Pearl.

Dad.

Hello?

Yep.

What?

But, look, Arthur, Arthur, calm down, will you? I can't understand a word

saying, mate.

All right, all right, all right. I'll be right over.

Arthur's had a little turn.

Something went bump in the night.

Not even a cup of tea until after the operation.

And you know I like to kick off the day with a cooked meal.

I mean, look at the time. I mean, it's not even seven.

All us poor sick people, brutally awoken and starved.

I think they had my number as soon as I came in here. They said that geezer is

perfectly fit. No kip and no nosh for him.

Oi, have you sleep?

No, no.

Mind it all.

Oh, God.

Here. You look awful.

God, my little ray of sunshine.

You can tell it's your first time.

You got that back to food? Good.

Good morning, Mr Bailey.

How are we this morning?

The name is Daly.

Here, it's Mr Hills, isn't it? Oh, you're all right here, Arthur. He fixed

chalphons to treat.

You remember me, Mr Hills?

Well, I'm afraid your face wouldn't mean a lot to me.

Now then, feeling fit, Mr Bailey?

Awful. Splendid.

We're going to take you to an anteroom where you'll be given an injection which

will make you feel rather woozy.

Shortly after that, you'll be in the operating theatre and the next thing you

know, it'll be all over.

Eh? All right, Mr Bailey?

Look, look, the name is Daley. D -A -L -E -Y. And it is my foot. My right foot.

Could we get that straight?

Jolly good.

Carry on, nurse. Thank you, everybody.

Will you wake up? We've got to talk.

What? Well, I want to know what plans you've made for my personal protection.

Oh, er... Well, a phone schism. I've told him you've been threatened.

And he said he couldn't spare any men for the time being, especially in view

your lack of cooperation.

But he might try and pop in himself if he's got a minute. That's nice, isn't

I might as well donate my poor little body to science now.

They're butchery, all these, any of it in one piece.

Look, if you can stay awake long enough, I want you to get out and earn a crust.

Find out where Chisholm got this gossip from.

And get him off my back.

Oh, so?

Yeah. Off you go, Mr Day.

Terry.

Do you believe in, you know, what's it, the government?

Go on.

Oh, will you wake up?

Just a little break.

He's got a lovely smile, though, hasn't he?

Oh!

Hey, come on, you're not allowed in here. Detective Sergeant Chisholm,

Constable Jones.

Hilda, very important I have a word with Mr Daly.

He's just had a pre -med. One minute is all I need. I'll take full

responsibility. Have at it, Mr Chisholm.

Well, Daly, these alleged threats... What do you mean, alleged? Well, it's

convenient, isn't it?

This material person turning up at this juncture, wasting a police time is a

very serious method, Daly.

Bill, you always take it very seriously, Mr Chisholm. Right.

Description.

Description?

Of the alleged perpetrator of the alleged threats.

Tall. Tall.

Dark. Dark.

And ugly.

Ugly. Leave it out. Jones. It was flowers. Flowers.

Flowers.

Carnations.

Fluffy. Fluffy ones.

And daisies.

Arthur Daly daisies.

Spiky ones.

Daly? I'm going to lose my rag. Leave it out. He's just had a jab at me.

Oh, do not lose your rag, James.

A man without his rank is not a man, chins.

Chins, chins, chins. Terry, Terry, you there?

Yeah, I'm here, yeah.

I've just had this fantastic idea.

Yeah, bloody good stuff. We're going to get some out.

I've had enough of this. When he comes round, it's out of orbit.

I'm going to settle him for good.

Hold on, chins.

It's not got to go, mate. You'll be all right.

Hello?

Oi! Oi, Chisholm.

You two are right in it. You know that, McKenna. You know Arthur wouldn't make

up a story like that.

The thing is, it lets that to be off the up, doesn't it? And you can't stand it.

You'd better go back to your graft and get the full strength done.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, come on.

But he's got to know who rattled Harrison, hasn't he?

It's the biggest smile on the manor.

He takes Ernest from both sides and gives you the right runaround.

Your time is coming, McKen.

Yeah?

This should run us to David's bed.

We'll get to him.

No, stop.

Oh,

bloody hell. What is it now, then?

I had a very nasty rumour about a grass who's keeping secrets from his friend,

the policeman.

See you, Mr Chisholm.

Now, you've got to convince me those rumours are wrong, else I'll move Heaven

and Hammersmith Broadway to put you away.

Detective Sergeant Chisholm.

Now, is he a mate or is he just business?

No, no, no, stay there.

Now, this coser, you told him that Arthur Daly was at Harrison's, right?

all I want to know is who told you.

Get stuff.

God, that's nice, isn't it?

That's lovely.

Did you draw it yourself?

Yeah.

It's amazing, isn't it?

I wouldn't have thought that you could draw Brett.

Look, it's Harry Martin you want, not me.

Who's Harry Martin?

Oh, son.

Oh!

Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Daly.

Living?

We can have a nice little rest now.

Letter.

In the locker.

Yes, don't you worry about that. I gave it to the young man.

We nearly forgot it, didn't we?

You gave it to him? Yeah.

Oh, my God.

He'll make my life a bloody misery.

Yeah? Tell him I can.

Who wants him?

The name is Vic Harrison.

Joe Harrison's brother.

He was straight as a dime, was Joe. Good as gold.

He grafted at his work. It was good to his message.

A couple of pints on a Saturday night and he couldn't wait to get home.

He didn't like a bet, though. As far back as I can remember.

The trouble is, it got so bad, he couldn't walk past a betting shop.

No, Gumbel is anonymous.

At his first meeting, he had them take him back to know where was the most

money.

If he'd chased Crumpet instead, he'd be alive today.

Did he have a lot?

About eight grand.

He got in with this bent bookie called Wendy.

Wendy? Who's she?

He, son, he.

Albert Wendell.

Twenty stone of short -ass nastiness.

He's agoraphobic.

That don't mean he hates Agra. He loves it.

It means he bottles if he leaves his gap. Does all his business on the phone.

Uses people like Harry Martin to run his messages.

Well, that's the case I've been looking for.

Looks like it's clean now, hasn't it?

No, it ain't.

A couple of months ago, he took me to see Wendy.

He needed me to guarantee more credit.

The only way he could see was to carry on punting.

A bloody madness.

That's why I legged it to Glasgow.

Because I knew Wendy would be after me.

Why'd you come back?

I ain't the Lone Ranger, and I ain't going to live in Glasgow.

I heard you were a friend of Apsley's, so I thought you might help me to sort

out things with that fat bastard.

Tell him I've got a couple of grand together, but he's got to collect in

I've come to see Wendy about Harrison.

You deaf or something?

What are you playing at, Sam? You're bringing strangers in here.

It's about Harrison.

I'm a friend of Arthur Daly's.

I see.

Mr. Daly sent you round here to screw a little bonus out of me for shutting his

yap, did he?

Well, I call that an insult.

So I'm just going to have to ask them here to break your arms.

Great.

Hold on, hold on. Look, look. I haven't come here for a handout, all right?

I've come with a message from Vic Harrison.

He wants to settle up.

But he's only going to do it if you turn up in person, right?

Since what happened to his brother, his bottle's gone completely, and he don't

trust these deadheads unless you're with him.

I've got to go, Harry.

That's all right, Dad.

Driver, do you good?

I'll phone you when I know the where and when.

Does Mr Harris intend to settle the entire debt?

Now, you must be Harry Martin.

Now, this is the gentleman who spoke to a rather well -known grass called Dermot

and told him all about what happened at the warehouse.

Good day, gentlemen.

You.

Franz, why did you do a thing like that, Harry?

Now, look here, Wendy, I didn't name no names.

I knew Daly had seen Keith.

So I thought, if the bill pick up Keith through Daly, there won't be any

comeback on us.

I don't believe this.

Dad? You want Mark Keith he put away, did you?

Why? Because he's a right little rat.

He's thick, he's lazy, he costs us money and he makes me bloody puke.

What?

Here, Dad, you're going to let him say stuff like that?

Oh, that's what you think about my son, is it?

What do you think about him, Sammy?

Well, Wendy, basically, I agree.

Personally, I think he's a right worm.

Dad.

They let Tony absolutely go this morning.

Yeah, I know.

How do you know?

Because I phoned Chisholm, didn't I? Eh?

Dropped Wendy right in it.

Told him I was at the warehouse on that day.

Saw everything.

So what are we doing here, then?

Because Chisholm will be here in a minute, and I want to be on the spot

nicks that fat slug.

As far as I'm concerned, he killed Joe.

I wouldn't give him a penny even if I had it.

Hold on.

Here we go.

In the middle.

Bastard. The bastard.

As soon as he's paid up, have them both.

So where's the bold chism then, eh?

What's the name of this ground again?

Terrific.

All right, Harrison.

You've taken years off my life.

Where's my money?

How does £2 .75 grab you?

You piece of rubbish.

Sammy!

You nearly scored a try, Stan.

Well, they do call it a rut, don't they?

You all right?

I'm all right, yeah.

That's nice.

He's looking well, isn't he?

Yeah, yeah. For the members of the Winchester camp, isn't it?

There you go.

I've got a drink while you're on.

Oh, thank God.

Yeah, but we saw her indoors leaving. She looked a bit down in her mouth.

I think they're all for the flina here. She only made me some sausage sandwiches

and left them on the old table. Oh, dear.

You all right, Terry?

Yeah, why?

Oh, I just wondered, that's all.

Tony Abbs, he's out to nick off. Yeah, I know, I know.

So, you're OK, are you?

Shouldn't I be?

Um, well, hospital, you know, it does funny things to people. It gets them

going. Sets them thinking.

It's a stress.

And, I mean, they say things, or perhaps write things.

Apparently, Wendell's son came right in, put them all in a frame, shocked his

own dad.

Amazing.

Well, I've certainly had an education today.

This has taught me a lot.

Apparently, my finer feelings count for nothing.

You haven't had one of those injections or something?

He's amazing.

He's incredible.

You'd tell a chap I said that, would you? Yeah, yeah.

Oh,

listen. That never escaped me a note from you, but I lost it in a ruck or

something.

You mean you never read it?

Didn't have time.

That was only about those non -stick primepans, wasn't it?

Ah, spot on. You shifted them, Terry?

Well, the job's rolling unsatisfactorily. No, no, that is not

Come in.

Ah, Mr Daly.

Father, hospital administration.

May I have a word?

Indeed you might, Mr Fowler. Would you mind hanging about outside for a moment,

Lance? Yeah, I'll see you in a minute.

I've been waiting to complain about my accommodation.

Quite.

But I'm afraid I have some rather bad news, Mr Daly.

What do you mean?

Well, in the first year of your particular scheme, the insurance company

responsible for emergency operations.

Please go to X -ray.

So, you see, I must ask you... X -ray. For some surety of payment for your

operation before you're discharged.

I understand, yeah.

Oh, no, no, no problem, no problem.

On your way out, would you mind asking my colleagues to pop back in?

Yeah.

Mr. Daly would like to see you.

Test.

You're not supposed to be our midget.

No, straight up. I can still feel them.

It's like when you have something off, you know, you can still feel it.

Are you telling me you can still feel your toenails? Yeah.

You feel that? Terry!

No, no, no, it's a well -known phenomenon.

Oh, yeah.

It's a phantom ingrown toenail.

Terry.

Hello, mate.

How's it going, mate? How are you, mate? That's all right.

Did Green pick up those dummies there, Kate?

Ah, dummies.

Have I said something?

No, no, it's nothing, Alfred, it's nothing. Terry, how much?

It's nothing.

With peanuts.

Oddly covered me expenses.

You've taken a...

Michael. Ah, there's a little drink in it for you, isn't there? Of course there

is.

Here you go. Cock and hen, all right?

Tenner? Yeah, might as well knock it out. Hey, come on, Dave. Yeah, Terry.

Come back!

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 me to.

I'll do anything for you.

I'll be so good for you. I'll do like you want me to.

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