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If you want to 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 gonna help you out. Love me like you want me to, I'll do

anything for you.

Graceful to laugh at me. I don't want to bore another kid, actually.

I'm talking about the unnatural disaster that is our economy.

There.

Spend, spend, spend. When people ain't got a brass bar, then it's all about

and no give.

You know all about that.

Well, you could not change it. These people are honest, hard -working folk on

their uppers.

Still married after 30 years, despite what the world has thrown at them.

Yeah, it's sort of good. It's 70s stuff. Very retrograde.

Yeah, it was known as the Decade of Decadence. Sorry, I missed it. Oh, and

-modernists go for all this rubbish.

I reckon we could double our money on somebody's surgery.

Is there anything you'll take, then, Mr Daly?

Oh, Nita, darling.

You know, I'd love to help, but this kind of stuff really is hard to shift,

be honest with you.

Well, they told me you were someone I could trust.

I thought to myself, if I'm going to sell my most treasured positions, I

as well do with a man of principle. Well, of course. I mean, there's

some bits and pieces, yeah?

We're just praying that this winter won't be as cold as the last one, what

the gas going up and everything.

We've all got to tighten our belts, haven't we?

That's exactly what I was saying to my colleague.

Yeah, it's like preaching to the converted, don't it? I know.

World has gone all pistachio and Belgian chocolate. What chance has my Brian got

with his raspberry ripple?

We've been selling ice cream since he retired to make ends meet, but now,

they won't even allow him to use his van.

Health and safety.

Yeah, honestly.

This country's come like a nanny state. It's getting harder and harder for a man

running on his bobbin eater.

No, it's his eyesight. It's all gone a bit skewy.

We've had one or two close shows with the little ones, so... Over here, Brian!

That's it. Oh, that's it.

Oh, be careful now. That's it, yeah.

At least he's got his hobby. You know, he's in that garage all hours of the

aren't you, love?

Tell you what, I'll take the lot for 200.

Very charitable.

Well, we was hoping for five.

Let's call it three, eh?

Oh, now, hold on.

Before we close the deal, I've got some more stuff upstairs if you'd like to

look.

This is the first thing Brian bought me after we were married.

It cost him a whole month wages.

What's that?

What's what? Oh,

that.

Don't get me started on that.

We had this lodger. He did that. He was an odd sort of chap.

God, the smell in here was shocking. But this wardrobe, now I tell you, it's as

solid now as the day it was made.

What? What's the matter?

No, no, no, nothing here. No, I've got to get off. Darling, I've got things to

do. But Jamie will pick up the other stuff and I'll let you know about the

wardrobe. Is that all right, sweetheart?

Lovely.

If I'm not mistaken, this is someone famous. Is she?

No, not her, you donut. I'm talking about the artist, the bloke who put

to paper.

That's done with a spray can, Archie. It's graffiti.

Whoa, whoa.

This is different.

Can't you feel the artist's anguished soul?

Can't you sense the pain of the human conditioner? You are off your head, man.

Really? Is that what they said to Michelangelo? The bloke who cut his ear

You just stick to what you're good at. I'm going to clear some space in the

warehouse. I'm expecting delivery from Johnny Feathers. Who?

Birdman of Hammersmith.

I've got a load of chickens being delivered.

Are you going to the egg business?

Well, Jamie, they're dead.

They're nearly out of date, so they need shifted sharpies, all right?

Do you know what this is?

Well, yeah, you know, I have my suspicions.

It's not signed, but he didn't sign everything, especially his earlier work.

What was his name again?

Banksy. Banksy. I knew it as soon as I saw it. Banksy, yeah.

By common consent, one of this country's greatest living artists.

Ain't he the bloke who made a fortune pickling cows?

No, no, no.

Banksy's anon de plume.

Yeah, well, you know, I'm pretty open -minded about that sort of stuff.

No one knows his true identity.

He specialises in guerrilla art.

Turns out in the middle of the night, and then in the morning, there it is, as

if by magic.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up a second. You mean he ain't getting paid for it?

That's the point.

He's cocking a snook at the establishment.

He doesn't want money. He's sharing his ideas with society at large.

Oh, that's great. So what, you're telling me it's worthless?

On the contrary.

An enigma like that.

He's got collectors all over the world.

His murals tend to be on inaccessible walls in public places that can't be

tampered with.

So, it only has a tangible monetary value if you can get your hands on it.

That shouldn't be a problem.

After being here earlier, I've been thinking about your situation, Nita. And

more persistently, how that vandal could deface such a lovely little house with

no scant regards for his generous host. So, not only am I going to buy this

wardrobe, I'm going to redecorate your room for gratis. You?

Yeah, obviously I meant the royal me. He's got a GQ in decorating, you know,

all you've got to do is choose a colour.

Oh, that is very generous of you, Mr Daly, but... What you're saying, Mrs

Richardson, is that you'd like to buy that picture?

Yeah, thank you, James.

Yeah, I can't deny I think that's going to look really good on that living room

wall. You want my wallpaper?

Yeah, and a wardrobe.

Masterpiece of craftsmanship, that is.

Oh, well, I mean...

We do need the money, don't we, Brian? I mean, it's like, you know, it's just a

bit of graffiti, isn't it? I have been accused of having peculiar tastes, but

I'm prepared to redecorate your room to its full magnificence.

£500.

My final offer.

A thousand.

Very good of you, Jamie.

I wish our grandson took that care.

Oh, what if I was him?

All that free ice cream?

Hmm, it's a Banksy, all right.

Ah, see, I told you, didn't I? You know nothing about Banksy. Well, that's an

old diploma.

It may even be the Banksy.

Hold on, what do you mean, the Banksy? Well, it's rumour mostly, but there was

talk about one of his early works, Lost Forever, spoken about in hushed tones by

those in the know.

Where did you find it?

Ah, I shall hazard a guess, based upon those rumours.

Camberwell? What if his humbler boat wasn't a million miles from that

postcode? Price -wise, what are we looking at apathetically? Six figures?

Cool. He's winding you up.

You're winding me up. You can sell a few pills in a jar for 200 ,000 in this

game. It's not about what it is, it's who it is.

And Banksy currently resides at the top of the pile.

One simple email will have words spreading like wildfire.

So, we can launch it next week.

And the good news is, I only take 30%. 30 %? You're having a job, aren't you?

You're worse than a bleeding state agent. It's the going rate.

Not where I'm from, sunshine.

Being a bit hasty about this, mate. If I'm getting six figures of this garbage,

there's no way Tasty Tim is getting his paws on any of them. What do you know

about barn?

Jamie, it's the conflagration of the planets that brought us this

masterpiece. It's like a perfect storm.

Tsunami. All we've got to do is surf it.

Yeah, but how?

By opening the Daily Gallery.

Welcome, my friend, to the art world.

Sure anyone's even going to sign up?

Mate, I've only got a big taste in Timmy's email list and cracked off some

misses. They are going to be queuing round the block. Right. Oh, what's the

matter with you, mate?

I'm going to give them the real art gallery experience.

Stop talking about a bit of culture around here.

Who's the artist?

Good God.

Here, look.

Bless a jar of sweets.

Here you go.

That's just plain weird.

Hey, hey, hey, Petra, if you don't mind, thank you.

No -one recognises an artist in his promised land. Con art is more like it.

Petra, but those in the know will sit up and take notice when they see the

talent of Archie Daly and the Camberwell Bank thing side by side.

Certainly get a few tongues wagging with this lot.

Wait till I give them mine.

Peace.

I'll have to answer any questions you may have.

Thank you.

Very impressive indeed.

Thank you very much.

The artist is local, very close to here, very local indeed.

His poultry sculptors break new ground.

He's exceptionally talented, but anonymous.

I'd have guessed they'd say he's male.

Yes, oh, he's very male indeed. As male as you can possibly get, really.

Come on, Jane.

He's so close you could actually touch him.

I don't know your luck.

I can't believe he's actually selling those chickens for 250 quid a pop.

So long as nobody eats them.

I hope I pass their sell -by date and they can walk out themselves.

So what do you think?

I think it's foul.

There's only egg in your one.

Not a bad turn -out for a beginner.

Another goose, have you? I beg your pardon? Gander, Bush is at the

Quite frankly, I don't see any competition from this undergraduate

It's an honest, mature, autistic expression.

I couldn't agree more.

Thank you.

Slumming it, are we, Henrietta?

You know me, Tim.

Always looking for the next seat for the auction house.

What did that say to you?

It's a dead bird with a man's head driving a Ferrari.

I've never seen a more potent angle of a diplomat's design.

I do believe we are talking the same language.

It's about the impotency of modern man when forced to be a piece of meat.

You know, like the birds.

Women.

Well, I'd love to meet with the artist.

Raw talent like this needs careful nurturing.

In the right hands, you might well be the next big thing.

Hi.

Jamie. Who'd have thought it, eh?

If the mystery artist keeps counting his chickens, he'll upstage the main event.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Thank you for coming through. Thank you.

Lovely.

Have a little quiet, please. Thank you very much.

Fellow art lovers, thank you so much for coming today to the grand opening of

the Daily Gallery.

It really is an honour and a privilege, a moment I should save you all my born

days, and to be amongst friends of those I've not even met before.

Without further ado, I would like to present to you the Camberwell!

raw passion, isn't it? Mr. Daly, let me say, Peter Willoughby, must admit I'm

quite bowled over by the piece.

Such presence in such simple form.

Yeah, well, that's exactly what I'd say.

How did he manage to uncover it?

Ah, another jealous trying to get an exclusive, no doubt.

Far from it.

I'm just an art lover.

The burning curiosity.

Yeah, well, if I told you I got it, I'd have to kill you.

Very amusing, Mr David.

And heartily, we would all laugh if it turned out not to be authentic.

No, no, that's the real deal, that is. That's the beauty of it. I mean, how can

you possibly say it isn't?

I put a call in to Banksy's agent today, actually.

And what did they say?

No comment.

Very firm, no comment.

That's not good.

No, that's perfect.

That's him snooping his cock at the establishment.

If you're the art lover you claim to be, you know death is modi operendus. I

couldn't agree more. That's as good as a confession.

Yes. I don't know how much too much you can make out of it.

Well, tasty tin gave me an inkling. The man's Timothy, actually.

And I'll guarantee you six figures.

If you sell it at our auction, I'll get you more.

You can't promise that, Henrietta.

It's a lottery.

It all depends which way the wind blows.

Not if you have faith in the value of our unique artistic heritage.

Thank you.

Well, I'm determined it goes to a good home, and no doubt you'd be a pity,

Willoughby?

Henrietta, the bank sees yours to auction.

I do believe I've earned myself a celebratory tincture.

Johnny, where is due art? It looks like you've pulled it off. Hold up. What are

we going to do with the chickens?

Well, it's cold enough in here to keep them fresh.

Well, hold on. Where do you think you're going?

With you.

From Winchester.

You most certainly are not.

That's a valuable painting.

He's minded.

You really don't want to do that.

Quiet night, had we?

There you go. There's an advance for next week to make up for it. You still

haven't paid me for last week.

All right. We're evens now, then, aren't we?

So, you hurt him back, I presume?

I reckon I broke his wrist, but that's not the point. The point is, this proves

the bank is worth a fortune to some very unscrupulous forces out there. I don't

care. I've got bad feelings about that thing, and I'm not spending the night

with it again.

Don't have to, Jamie.

Today's the day.

Mr Banksy goes to Henrietta's auction.

Yeah, and these chickens go out of the skiff. You know what? They're really

starting to hunt. Fair enough. As soon as you're done, they'll go and get

changed, because I need you to look the part.

What part?

Oh, it's just I've been ruminating over what Tasty Tim said.

Every auction is a gamble.

So I've just taken a short on the odds a little, that's all.

Well, you can't bid, Archie. You own it.

Oh, you want me to do it?

That's my boy.

See? All you've got to do is give it a nudge because it's a bit sticky, that's

all. Even if it's not selling for as much as you want? Hey, it's a fair price

for a unique piece of artistic heritage, Jamie.

You're saying right.

What's all you've got to do? You know, pretend you don't know me. No one's

to suspect, eh? I'm talking about Anita and Brian.

Hey, if you remember, I've already paid well over the odds for that flimsy

furniture. Yeah, but this is their picture. They owned it and you're

them off. Jamie, it's a free market.

Where would we be if people only paid what things were really worth? Chaos,

that's where.

And anarchy.

Anyway. Go and get changed. Party starts at 2 o 'clock, all right?

Right, and whatever you do, do not be late.

Mater? You in there?

Four hundred.

Four hundred.

Four hundred. With you, madam. Four hundred. Four fifty.

Four fifty.

Four fifty. Five.

Four hundred and fifty. With you, sir. Four hundred and fifty. Once.

Twice. Four hundred and fifty. With you, sir. Four hundred and fifty thousand

pounds.

Sorry.

Sorry. Look, mate. That's lovely. That's about worth every penny.

Hey, stop!

Come on, mate. There's no need to worry about it.

Oh, what are you doing here, Jamie?

Lot number 29.

I hope you're going to be very happy.

A unique piece.

Described by the seller as having had one careful owner.

Let's start at £200 ,000, shall we?

£200 ,000. Good luck, Archie.

£200 ,000.

£200 ,000.

£150 ,000. Surely I hear £150 ,000. £150 ,000 for the Camberwell Banksy.

No takers at £150 ,000?

£150 ,000, surely.

£150 ,000.

Come on, Archie, pick up.

£130 ,000.

£120 ,000.

Surely I have the £100 ,000.

£100 ,000.

£100 ,000. Thank you, sir, at the back. £100 ,000.

£150 ,000.

£200 ,000.

£300 ,000. £400 ,000. That's more like it. £400 ,000.

£500 ,000. £600 ,000.

An important piece of contemporary art. £600 ,000 with you, sir. Do I hear £700

,000? I take that as a no.

£600 ,000 with you, sir, at the back. I'll be all done. £600 ,000 once, twice.

£600 ,000. £750 ,000.

£750 ,000.

Once, twice.

For the third and final time, 750 ,000 pounds.

Yikes!

Sorry.

Look, we've got a problem.

There's no problem with three and a quarter million big ones, is there? I

round to an eatery in Brighton.

Yeah, and? Well, it seems the Council of British Arts delighted I made it in

time. Well, not as ecstatic as I am. Only learnt of the artwork's existence

very morning.

Had to ensure no one else got it.

Can't wait to see it mounted in the right setting. Yeah, it's all about the

mounting, isn't it?

Did the council pay by cheque?

Oh, yes, we'll arrange full payment after the formalities.

By what formalities?

There has to be a proper examination.

A few simple tests, just to confirm the visa's authenticity.

There can be absolutely no doubt over that.

Trust me.

Archie.

Hey, Archie Daly, three quarters of a millionaire.

Yeah, and 100 % jailbird. Oh, James, stop being so cynical. Once in your

can't you save your mum moment of victory?

Because it's a fake, Archie.

It's not a Banksy.

It's a Brian.

You cunning, conniving little... Brian?

You're a genius.

That's what I said.

I fell in love with him the first time he showed me his Botticelli.

Should have had the world at his feet, my Brian.

Talent like he's got.

Of course, his own work's a bit worthless.

Yeah.

He's never had an original idea in his life. Have you, love? I don't know.

the ice cream van as cover's pretty good.

No, no, that's for real.

We needed that extra cash to pay the mortgage.

You never made a fortune out of these masterpieces, Ed. In your dreams, we get

few hundred quid a pop.

You're joking.

Brian's got an agent, you see? He gave us a list of all the famous painters

have been lost or...

for him to, you know, paint again, but they pay us by the square inch.

Tell me who he is, and I'll make him pay good and proper.

Oh, we never met him. No, he goes by the name of Picasso.

So we take the paintings, he put it on a bench near the river, he picks it up

and sells it in Amsterdam.

For a packet, I bet.

Yeah, but he has been good to us. Came to our rescue when Brian was retired.

know, he was an art teacher, but they let him go because of a misunderstanding

in the life -drawing class.

Anyway, we was getting on fine until Picasso cancelled on us. Said he

pay us another penny, which is why we had to sell the furniture.

And now I'm left with this lot.

What about the Banksy in the bedroom?

Oh, yeah, well, it was just like a little private joke between us, wasn't

Oh, great, now your little joke has landed me right in it. What's he mean?

Oh, no, Picasso said the police were closing in on us. That's why all the

are dried up.

Brilliant. Start rolling, Fritnil. What are we going to do?

Wait! No, you.

Don't worry, Mrs. Richardson, this is his mess.

So he's going to sort it out.

What a rip -off!

She never said it was a real Banksy. Oh, but she was happy to take a thousand

pounds for what? A bit of second -hand wallpaper?

And you thought that was a bargain because you were ripping her off? Jamie,

may have properly in the past been those innocent enough to let me, but I have

never, ever ripped off anyone who can't afford it.

Well, not on purpose, anyway.

So what are you going to do about the banksy, then? Well, I'm just going to

plead ignorance, aren't I?

No law against that.

Detective Murray?

I never took you for an art lover.

Not my game this time, Daly.

It's all Willoughby's work.

Detective Inspector Willoughby?

Good pop and bad cop all rolled into one.

And I'd like to discuss fraud, if you don't mind. Oh, you're one to talk, are

you? Poking around my premises under pretenses.

Let's focus on forged paintings, shall we? Hey, I specialise in conceptual art.

I have some bonafide chickens you can have if you like. What about the bacon

slipped into the market in Paris?

The only deal's in poultry.

France just bacon.

And there's the Van Gogh sold privately in Cape Town. The Vermeer that turned up

in Toronto.

You ever been to Amsterdam, Mr Daly? No, I have not.

I think we'll find you.

Yeah, this is one time as a stag night, but those things are lawful in Holland.

That's when you forged your relationship with the international art fraudster,

Peter de Vank.

One move from you, Smiler, and I'll have you praying for paramedics.

I have spent years on this.

Weeks away from my family, days in airports around the world. Do you know

that does to a man?

And finally, here you are in front of me.

Picasso.

Oh, I'm not Picasso.

You can write all you like.

For when that alleged Banksy is proved to be a forgery, I'll have your head on

spike.

To think I actually suspected that nice old capital in Camberwell.

Duh, they're going to lock me up and weld the bloody door.

Ain't that bad.

Apparently they've got colour telly and everything.

Oh, let's see if it's funny when they name you and the boy Wanderer's cahoots,

eh? I was the one told it was a bad idea from the start.

Jamie, there is nothing less endearing than I told you stuff. Look, that nut on

Willoughby's joined up with Dodds. It's your mug he's got looking back at him.

He miscarried to justice and I ain't going to stand for it. Well, you can't

drop Anita and Brian in it.

You can't grass them up. They're only trying to make it quick to get by.

Yeah, we've only got one other option, OK? We have to get the painting back.

Oh, I'm not listening.

We can nick it before the tests come through, before they prove it's a fake.

Is that the royal way again? Jamie, it's the only solution.

I'm having nothing to do with theft.

Hold on. Wait, it's not stealing, technically. I mean, they've not paid me

the painting, so really, it's still mine, ain't it?

I'm not doing it, aren't you? Oh, well, then don't, Jamie.

If I get charged over this, I might have filed under question.

You wouldn't. Yeah, but not if I could help it.

But we don't want the trail to lead to Anita and Brian forensically.

Maybe we won't want them ending up in Willoughby's hands now, would we?

See? This plan is foolproof. It's going to take stealth, cunning, timing, and

you slip up on any of the tiniest details. And I promise you, Jamie, we

crispy ducked.

Thought it was in the auction house. Yeah, it was. They moved it. Apparently

it's the only place in London they can do this sort of test.

Where did you get them, Matt?

Off the internet.

It was in a museum. Now, of course, it's done to the public, but the bit where

they keep the banks in, well, that's out of bounds.

How do you know all this?

Jamie, please, I have one or two promising contacts in the art world.

All it took was a bit of, you know, gentle charm and subtle probing.

This is someone you can trust?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I've made a bit of an impact as well.

Suffice to say, this could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, nothing quite beats the smell of Chanel, does it?

Who's a dark horse? Yeah.

Some of us don't lose our talents, son. Oh, I don't want to know. Yeah.

But she knows where the banks he currently rests, because she works there

sometimes. Yeah, but it doesn't matter where it is. Every museum's got tight

security. How are we supposed to get in there?

Easy. Look.

Through the front door, in broad daylight.

So, it'll be business as usual. And yes, there will be plenty of guards about.

It's a wonderful picture.

But it's my job to clear the way so nobody suspects a thing. By making sure

don't even know you're in there.

Once you've passed the front desk, that's it. All you have to do is relax

prepare.

You're on your own.

What? How you getting on? How do you think?

Have you got it? Yeah, I'm just checking out the fascinating architecture.

Stop being such a turkey. This one's parking double your lights. Hurry up.

right.

Oh, hello.

I'm just waiting for a fare. I won't be long. Thank you.

Sorry.

Where's the bleeding man?

Thanks, Archie. She didn't tell you about that bit, did she?

Good for you, lady.

Hurry up!

Never again.

Never ever ever ever.

Candy for my baby.

Is that perfect?

What are you doing here?

Have we met?

Never mind that. Archie said you worked in here. I do.

I'm a private collector in my spare time.

You didn't need to break in.

It's much more exciting this way.

I like to think of myself as a... Not this time!

I've got him!

I've got a stronger wrist.

I'm sure I could persuade you to let me have it somewhere.

If it's about money, you're wasting your time.

This is a work of art.

Don't put a value on that.

They want to stick this in a box for tourists to queue up and take photos,

piece like this needs to be cherished by someone who cares for it.

This is special.

It would be, if it wasn't a fate.

It was just a piece of wallpaper.

It's dark.

What are you doing?

Nothing. I've lost the courtesy pass.

I've got an excuse for being here.

So you know the way out?

Shh.

Oh, Daly.

Oh, Daly, what have you done? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. No, no, no, no.

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Sleepless night, gents.

Well, I tossed and turned when I heard the awful news.

Well, so you've no idea where the Banksy is, then? Oh, you insinuate I'm

involved in that heinous crime? No, she's saying it loud and clear.

Who's the first one to prove it?

No problem, me, no?

It's branching out, aren't we?

Not so much more your style, Daly.

Be my guest.

Hey!

Hey! Come back here! Where's he gone?

What's going on? Tony.

Give me an ID on registration.

Gold Romeo Toxtrop 734 -50.

This thing's not going any faster.

Yeah.

But this is my manor, and I'd rather weigh up against the loss of dignity.

Oh, you think you can mess with me, will you?

Yes. Well, let's see what this baby can do.

Oh, Jamie, what are you doing here? I'm returning what's yours.

Oh, you can hang on to that, love. Look, we're in a bit of a hurry, though, if

you don't mind. We got tickets for the Dover Ferry. But you had to get rid of

the paintings to make a clean getaway.

Well, we panicked, Jamie.

We thought we were for it, so we had to put the blame on Archie. We didn't know

what else to do. I was looking out for you two. You have no idea what I've done

to keep you out of this.

I'm very sorry, Sam.

Well, the cops are looking for me now. So even if they don't trace your van,

they'll be round here any second.

Just one more thousand. That's all we needed to pay for the trip.

And then when Archie said he'd buy the Banksy, well, that was our chance.

For your first -class five -star round -the -world cruise?

No, no, he was going by bus.

Now, you see, Brian wanted to see the Van Goghs in Amsterdam, the Uffizi

in Florence, and go to the Louvre in Paris. So I promised him, I said, he's

going to get one look at Botticelli's Venus before his eyesight goes

Didn't I, love?

Hold on.

Yeah, what?

Jamie! Jamie, are you there?

Have you gone?

Yeah, sort of. Yeah? Will you keep them old goats there till the police turn up?

And you make sure they confess for everything, cos I am going there for

more than a speeding ticket.

Do you think they'll let us be in the same cell together?

That's not how it works, Mrs Richardson.

Believe me.

Well, what about my Brian?

It never survives without me.

Come on, Austin.

Look at that.

Hold tight.

Is it safe?

It's not right, Archie. I'm not letting them get locked up.

Oh, great. You'd rather it was legal, Joe?

No, but there has to be a way we can get out of here.

Oh, well, don't tell, because I'm up waiting on Wolverhampton.

We'll warn the cliff and get rid of the paintings.

Yeah, but I'm supposed to do that. I've got the police. Don't bribe me, Jack, so

I can taste the hand gel. But listen, see if you can shake them.

Oh, that's lovely. Yeah, why didn't I think of that one, Jamie? Just do it,

I'll meet you at the service station by the Gatwick roundabout. Only have 23,

all right? Yeah, all right.

You might want to close your eyes for this bit.

Oh, don't worry. We haven't had this much fun in years.

What's that?

Free bleedin' ice cream, innit? Here we go, kids.

Here we go.

That's it. One for each and every one of you.

There you go.

Come on, take it. Here we are. One more.

One more.

There you go, kid. Oh, there you go.

One more. There you go.

That's it.

See you, kids.

Target, you stupid kid!

What kept

ya?

He fed me to Inspector Lecter. Oh, you two.

What a shame of yourself, selling out an honest goodnatured soul who came to

your assistance from the dust that's on his heart. Leave it out. They've had a

hard time, too.

Oh, really? Well, he didn't mind selling me some dodgy pictures, though, did he?

He got away with it as well. He could have had a few more scruples. For your

information, I have enough scruples to beat the band, but they are not worth

wasting on people like you.

All that work, all that talent.

Do you care for a 99?

Daily.

Oh, daily.

Well, if there's nothing else, let's take another boat.

Yes, if you ask me.

It's positively nauseating.

What, the economy?

No, no, I'm talking about all the hard work and what did we end up with, did we

squat?

Sometimes I think people take advantage of my generosity of spirit.

That's charity for him. Has to work a little bit. Not in my pocket.

He would always have another go at the sculpture business.

Ah, chickens are good for one thing, Jamie.

Cormorant.

Jalen? Let's get a bucket.

Low -cap, it's real. A pain in the arse.