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You do, of course, appreciate

that we are talking about high-risk investment, Mr Deller.

Yeah, but you've seen my track record, Mr Lambourne.

And even if we muff it, all you lose is your share of the front money.

It's a good shot. Very good.

Yes, the front money.

My clients are a little reluctant to commit themselves to that extent at this stage.

Hey, hang on, you said that...

There will be no payment until you provide a clearer indication of how you propose to ship the...

..merchandise out of this country to Beirut.

I told you, it's all in hand.

My dear Deller...I'm sure your word is your bond.

My clients, I'm afraid, are a trifle fastidious...about these matters.

Here.

Howzat!

You seem to have attracted someone's attention, Deller.

Yeah, well...excuse me.

Max, dear boy.

Please, it's only that I came up with the information

that you were requiring rather sooner than I anticipated.

You said that it was important. I called round your house immediately.

You did what? She was very kind.

I'll murder her one of these days.

There was the matter of my fee.

You'll get your money when I get my information, mate.

It's all here, Max. You were so right, Max. So right.

Bernard Phillips changed his name more than five years ago.

Changed a lot of other things too.

Well done, Professor.

Well done.

Now, beat it.

Max, you're so generous.

We're on.

Cheers.

It's a nice bit of gear. Where'd you nick that?

Fell off a lorry, would you believe?

I believe.

Ha!

All right. OK?

Tomorrow night, OK?

Look, I'll let you know when I've got something definite.

Hello, guv. Hello, George.

What's Jack up to, then?

He's leading the assault on Scotland Yard's notorious inefficiency.

Yeah? Yeah, the organisational methods boys are in.

Our team's been selected to show them how we keep the paper flowing.

I like that. Nice touch.

So they pick on the one guy who's never filled a form in properly in his life. Right.

The guv'nor reckons Haskins put them up to it.

Yeah, well, he seems to be enjoying himself.

I'll grab him later in the pub.

Is there anything I can do? No, it wasn't important, really.

I just got a whisper something's afoot.

It might be a blag and it's nothing definite.

I just wondered if Jack had heard anything.

Well, he hasn't said anything.

Er, is that all you've got? Yeah.

Someone's recruiting, though.

Seems whatever it is might be in the City.

Well, I'll ask him for you.

Yeah, do that, George. See you. Ta-ta.

You see, the ideal situation would be one standard form.

Yeah, right.

Oops! I'm terribly sorry.

Dear.

Tell you what, I've got an idea.

Why don't we have a break, Mr Bradshaw?

I'll tell you what, we'll take you over to the pub for a spot of lunch.

That's very kind of you, Inspector, but really I don't normally drink in the lunch hour.

It upsets me for the afternoon. Well, we've all got that problem.

Nice one, George.

I just can't get the knack. It's all concentration, you see, James.

Look at that. Yes.

On the other hand, you don't have to believe everything I tell you. Cheers, guv. Look, didn't even move.

How's your little friend?

He's having the time of his life.

Listen, you can get the next one in. I've got two in already.

But when you came in, he was drinking lemonade, now he's on doubles.

Trebles. Thought you said he didn't drink.

He won't be much good to us like that.

Yes, he will. The sky should fall in any minute, then we can send him off home.

He's due to be with Mr Crossfour's lot tomorrow, then we'll be shot of him for good.

What a toff!

So the little bloke says, "how low can you get?"

The other bloke says, "A little Jack Russell, like that."

A little Jack Russell, like that.

Thank you, my dear child.

Ladies, to our little good fortune.

There you go, darling.

Two pints of bitter, large whisky and...

Large vodka.

With lemonade.

Your mate all right? Yeah, he's just a bit quiet.

He's got a lovely sense of humour, really.

Get a load of that over there.

What do you make of it?

Harry Fuller. Harry Fuller?

Yeah, he's a right jug artist.

Another double brandy while you're there, my child.

He was a bent brief clerk before he got nicked.

Between spells at the Ville drying out, he's a con merchant.

Does a bit of grassing when he's really down.

Er, keep the change.

It's lucky he can afford it.

He can't. Only last week he was trading bum information to the drugs squad he was so broke.

So what's he been up to, then?

Mr Conway, now you've taken over the firm,

do you intend to change the policy of sponsorship which Mr Drummond pursued?

I haven't exactly taken over. Mr Drummond is still chairman.

But you are now Managing Director. Yes.

And I'd like to say that I wholeheartedly support amateur sport in this country.

To answer your question, Drummond Sport will be helping out with the expenses

and providing the weights and other equipment for the Middle East tour.

I should now like to turn to Miss Drummond.

This is rather a case in reverse, Cinderella?

Sorry. God...

Well, well, well. Bernie.

Come on, gentlemen, please.

Thank you. Right.

Hang about, George. He must have over 200 quid on him.

Look, guv, I've got a ticket for the international tonight.

That old soak's up to no good.

And I want to know why.

It's a long way from A wing at Feesdale.

What the hell are you doing here, Max?

You hadn't covered your tracks as well as you thought.

I reckon we might have a chat now that you're rich and famous.

What do you want? A hand up?

Not exactly. Just thought us borstal boys have got to stick together.

Come on, Max, who are you kidding?

That was years ago. Who cares?

Drummonds might.

But that's not the point, is it... Mr Phillips.

I just thought you might like to do me a favour.

Favour? For old times' sake.

Just a favour, Bernie.

Hey, remember that time you smashed that screw over the back of the swede with a shovel?

Fractured his skull, I think.

I was a great help to you, if I recall.

Got you off it.

You could have done real porridge for that, Bernie.

Come on, let's get outside.

Can you open the door, please?

Do you think Jimmy's going to manage him on his own? Yeah.

Information flow. What?

Fuller's only drunk! He's like that every day of the week.

We're on to something here.

Do you want a bet? Yeah. Fiver.

Put your money where your mouth is.

Hang about.

With a... Boppity-boppity-boppity-bop...

Guv, you're not going to put him in here, are you? Come on.

I just want a little help with a project I've got on. It'll only take a day or so.

Well, I'll have to think about it. Time I have not got, squire.

Darling? Hello.

And who are you? I'm Max. Max Deller.

I'm in transport. Shipping and all that.

Hello, I'm Joanna Drummond. Yes, of course, I've seen you in the papers.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Well, Bernie, I'll be in touch.

Nice to meet you, Miss Drummond. Goodbye.

Come on, darling. Are you all right?

Yes, yes, of course. We said we'd be at Steven's by seven.

I don't know what you were drinking but it won't come out.

Your stomach must be lined with double gloss emulsion.

Come on, Harry. You'll do.

165 quid.

55.5p.

I don't know why you do it, Harry.

It's not as if you enjoy it.

How are you feeling now, Harry? Bad, Mr Regan. Bad.

You should take it easier. Not good for you, this high life.

You've been feeling dodgy, Harry?

Nothing serious. Nothing serious, Mr R.

Minor respiratory inflammation.

Would you have a cigarette, by any chance?

You're killing yourself, Harry. A short life is a gay one.

That's right.

Cheers.

Tell me something, Harry.

Where'd you get all this bread?

I, er...

I...

I had a whim at White City.

What was the dog? I can't remember at the moment.

I... Just a minute. I...

Harry, you're not going to muck us about, are you?

Come on, Harry! You've sold someone hot information.

Something bent, I'd guess, cos no copper's going to pay you this kind of money.

You've been up to no good, haven't you?

You couldn't earn that going straight. So what's it about, Harry?

Erm... Come on, Harry, who's doing what?

Something's in the wind.

It's simple logic, Harry.

One, it must be something bent for you to get this money at all.

Two, it must be something really naughty

for a villain to pay you that kind of money.

Well, er...

Well... Yes, Harry?

I can assure you, Mr...Regan...

I can explain everything.

A little casual work, firm of solicitors...

Names. But what if they should find out?

Now, look, Harry...

if I was in a bad mood, I could nick you for being drunk and incapable.

Or unlawful possession of money.

Being a public nuisance. Insulting behaviour.

Disturbing the peace. Ruining my jacket.

Ruining his jacket. But I'm not.

No, I'm in a good mood, Harry.

So I'll tell you what...

I'm gonna let you go. Thank you, mister.

There's just one more thing, Harry.

Forget about your own problems. Put the nation first.

Have a bath.

Thank you. Thank you.

I'll book him in for interview re the cash.

Now follow him, George.

Do what? You heard me. Tail him.

What for? Look, guv'nor, I've got at least four reports to write up,

there are several other things that need doing -

And tickets for the international tonight. It's not only that.

That drunken bum is rubbish and you know it.

He's probably telling the truth anyway.

Do leave off, George. What solicitor's going to give him a job?

He'd take one look at the files and he'd be blackmailing the clients.

Something's afoot there. I could smell it.

OK. So Terry Potter had the breeze that there might be a blag,

but there's nothing definite, is there? Potter?

What? Didn't he get in touch with you? No.

Well, there's word about that there might be something in the City.

He wondered if you had anything for him.

George, get after Fuller.

Guv'nor, Harry Fuller can just about get into a public bar.

Now, even you must agree a City bank is a little beyond him.

George, get after him before he disappears and you and I fall out.

I'll send Jimmy out to relieve you by six, OK?

Yeah, OK.

But you're wasting your time. And money if I'm wrong.

Don't forget I've got a fiver on it.

Nice one, Bert.

Sorry, love.

What the hell are you doing here? But Max, it was urgent.

Very urgent. Trouble. The Sweeney.

Sweeney? And? They picked me up in a pub.

Bombed out of your bloody mind, I suppose.

You didn't tell them anything, did you? Cos if you did I'll - No, no!

Look! He's one of them.

Come on.

I can't... Come on, come on!

Get in there!

Here...

What did you tell 'em? Nothing. Nothing, I swear.

Honest, I swear. They're using you to get at me!

I swear. I was being followed.

You got the law in tow so you can put the finger on me, ain't you?

Ain't you?! Ain't you?!

'Ere... 'Ere...

Harry?

No.

I know, I know. But what I don't understand is how you lost him.

I mean, he's not exactly a four-minute miler, is he?

I know that guv'nor but - How was it, George? Good game?

Yeah, thanks, it was terrific. Good.

I'm sorry about that. His old man got me the ticket.

Second half was rubbish.

Look, guv'nor, what I mean is there were two blokes. Harry and this toff.

I chased them into the station and when I came out of the arches

I was just chasing this other bloke. Harry had hopped it.

I was on my tod.

Yeah, OK.

I've got Jimmy Thorpe round checking Fuller's place.

Hold on, here's action man.

No, I thought he'd been sunk with all hands.

Morning, Mr Bradshaw.

Feeling better? Not really, no.

Dear, I'm sorry to hear that.

Er, Mr Crossfall's office is down the corridor there.

Second on the right, past the lifts.

But I'm supposed to complete my work with you today, Mr Regan.

My guv'nor didn't say anything about today. Yesterday, yes...

But I've just cleared it. He wants Flying Squad research collated first.

Yes, but not today, Mr Bradshaw.

This is our busiest day, Fiday.

You know, clearing up before the weekend and all that.

We've had a lot of new cases come in during the night, haven't we, sergeant?

Not many!

Listen, why don't you do yourself a favour?

Go and get yourself a coffee in the canteen,

then get onto your guv'nor, and let him sort it out.

That's favourite.

Well, the whole business has become very confused.

Yes, well, perhaps.

Has he found out what you've been putting in his lemonade yet?

No, that's gonna remain one of the ten great unsolved crimes of the century.

He couldn't even sort himself out, never mind this lot.

Listen, get onto C4. Have a look at their photos

and see if you can recognise the Human Cannonball.

I only saw the back of his head. Yeah, but look, anyway.

Guv'nor? Yes, George?

I suppose you've allowed for the fact that the guy might have been mugged for his money?

Not by a face wearing a 100 guineas suit.

Morning, Bernie. What the...?

What the hell are you doing here?

Your role in my plans has been extended a bit.

What do you mean?

Who... Who is that?!

A nervous friend.

Now, listen, Max, you can't do this to me. Why not?

You gonna tell the old bill?

They might get very curious about you.

What will your shareholders think

if they find their managing director's been inside?

What will Joanna tell her debutante friend? Leave her out of this.

It's up to you, Bernie. Get rid of it.

Yes, I know, Thorpe, but I want you to go round there as well.

Do as you're told!

He will argue!

Yeah, it's since he had his beard cut off.

They've been round all the dossers' kips, the Spike, the Sally-Ann...

..every casualty department - not a whisper.

Come on, boy. Here, boy.

Aaaaaaah!

Hello? Yeah, who do you want?

It's for you.

Hello? Hello, Bernie. How'd it go?

I'll call the law. Tell them I had the car stolen.

Nice thinking, Bernie.

Max... Yeah?

Max, did you kill him? No.

Heart attack, wasn't it?

Get to the address on that card.

What you gonna do about them TV cameras guarding that place?

What do you think I've been messing around with this lot for?

Here, look.

Television cameras, right? Yeah.

Now, their pictures are sent up these cables

to the security office upstairs, OK?

Yeah, well... Now, all we've got to do

is to plug our videotape recorder in here.

That's the main feed. Yeah.

And we record their pictures, which is about an hour of empty passages and locked doors. All right?

Now we disconnect their feed and we send our own pictures upstairs.

The security guards think they're watching a load of peace and quiet and everything's hunky-dory.

And meanwhile...

There were only three witnesses, evidently. Can't remember anything.

Now, this is the third hijack there in three weeks. My suggestion is -

Regan.

Who? Yeah.

Yeah.

What?

Leave that, George. They've found Fuller.

It's a blag, isn't it? That's right. It's a blag.

And a bloody big one. I see.

I'm glad about that because you'll be helping us get the gear out of the country.

Or at least, Drummond's sports enterprises will. What?!

I thought you might like to give my little firm a trial.

See how we get your gear to the Middle East.

I just thought you'd like to know where you fitted in. Thank you.

Come on, get on with it. We haven't got all day. Come on, George.

Well? It's him all right.

The doc's not committing himself until after the PM.

There are lacerations on the back of his head but he doubts if that's what did it.

He says Fuller was a sick man. Don't need a brass plate to know that.

How did Fuller get out here? He must have been dumped from a car.

There are tyre marks over here, look.

And the gamekeeper was knocked down by a hit and run just over there.

That's how the local nick got onto it. Did he see anything?

Don't know.. He's still out cold in the cottage hospital.

Broken leg and severe concussion.

They'll dump the car.

Probably nicked anyway.

You stay here, Jimmy. We'll want some casts of those tyre marks.

Make sure the local boys get them. Right, guv.

I wonder if - Yeah.

No, we'll wait till after the post-mortem.

Floor contract, mate.

You don't usually come till midnight. We're the other shift.

It's all the other way round tonight. It's all this time and motion business.

Yeah. All right.

Ready?

Hey, what's wrong?

OK. Yeah, cheers. Thanks a lot.

Yeah, Bernard Conway does own the car... Sorry, mate.

He told the porter at the flats that it had been stolen this morning.

He's at his bird's place. Miss Joanna Drummond, Putney.

He's not expected back till very late.

Joanna Drummond?

Forensic are sure that's the car?

Yeah, a bit of the rug the body was in was caught in the door.

Division run the rule over that kid? Conway? Yeah, no form.

Right, we're recorded one hour.

OK, we go for a replay.

Playing up tonight.

OK, one hour.

Er, Miss Drummond? Detective Inspector Regan.

Not again! We've only just got rid of one of your lot.

I understand you have a Mr Bernard Conway with you.

Is he a policeman too? Man and boy, ma'am.

May we come in? Be my guest.

Darling, Batman and Robin are here.

Bernard Conway? Yes.

Detective Inspector Regan. This is Sergeant Carter. Flying Squad.

Flying Squad?

Sit down, Mr Conway.

We'd like to have a chat about your car.

My car? The car!

We've had that all bloody evening.

Perhaps you'd prefer to talk to us on your own?

No, no.

You mean Joanna.

No, I'd prefer her to stay. I've... I've nothing to hide.

No-one said you did, Mr Conway. No, no.

It's stuck!

What the hell's the matter? I don't know.

All right, that'll have to do. God!

Right, door.

Well, if you guys are going to insist on staying for breakfast,

you might as well have a drink. Thanks. Scotch.

And what about your nice quiet friend?

Er, yeah, I'll have the same, thank you.

Do you own the car, Mr Conway? No, not exactly. It's a company car.

What company is that? Drummond Sport Enterprises.

Don't be so bloody coy, darling.

Look, Inspector, Drummond's my father. He's grown too old and miserable to run the company.

So he's left Bernie in charge.

40 minutes.

Come on, come on.

One thing puzzles me, Inspector.

Flying Squad.

I had a long talk earlier this evening with an Inspector White and he -

Mr Conway, the body of a man was found in Epping this afternoon.

We have reason to believe that your car was used to transport him. Body?

And we're not sure about the cause of death.

There'll be an inquest, of course.

Another man was injured.

A gamekeeper.

Now, we think he may have been struck by your car

leaving the scene in Epping Forest.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Your people didn't say anything about that. They didn't know.

I see. Well, I'll give you all the help I can.

Ssh!

Only five minutes left on the tape.

All right, let's go.

Well, come on, come on. That's enough.

Ta.

Well, thanks, Mr Conway. That's been very useful.

I'm afraid it'll be some weeks before you get your car back.

Sorry about the intrusion, Miss Drummond. It's OK, Inspector.

If you hadn't called, we'd only be wasting our lives away.

I think they want to go, Jo.

So much for you...and your Irish hospitality.

Are you Irish, then, Mr Conway?

Well... Course he's a Mick, Inspector.

A poor little peasant who came over on a cattle boat to make his fortune.

Whereabouts in Ireland?

Somewhere near Shannon Airport.

I know, yeah. County Clare.

It's funny cos my old man comes from near there.

Clare Castle. Did you know any Regans?

I can't say I do.

My folks moved around an awful lot before I came over and...

I see. Yes, thanks again.

He's got no record here. I could check for his dabs in Ireland, I suppose.

Dabs? Yeah, his fingerprints will be all over the car.

That's a thought, but I don't think he's ever been to Ireland.

He's lying. He's not the only one, is he?

You once said your old man came from liverpool.

My God!

All right, guv. Where have all the flowers gone? Fifth floor.

Big briefing. A City bullion vault was blagged during the night.

There's nothing on the radio. There will be.

A million quid's worth of gold has gone missing. Dear.

Potter was right, then. His informant was.

Should we be upstairs? No.

No, Frank Haskins has decided that we can be spared.

Not Bradshaw. Yep, he's coming in on a Saturday just for us.

How kind

Listen, I checked out Conway's story.

No-one found can remember seeing either his car in the street or him in the phone box.

What did I tell you? Yeah, but hang on, guv...

They're nearly all offices there. People are coming and going all the time.

I found the switchboard girl on the firm he said he phoned.

No good. She said the bloke he asked for was out.

Any more news about Fuller? Post-mortem? No.

George, I want you to go round to Conway's firm, the Drummond place.

It's Saturday. I know but someone'll be around.

See what you can find out about Conway.

Use your charm. You're making enquiries about who might have nicked his motor.

Yeah, all right. Mr Haskins sent me down from upstairs, guv.

Out of the briefing. Said I had to see you. That's right, sit down.

I thought you wanted me to - Listen, if somebody rings for me

from the fingerprint boys or the pathologist, I'll be at that number.

Joanna Drummond? Yeah.

What about Bradshaw? Who?

You picked up the stuff all right, then?

Bert, take over that, will you? All right, mate.

Good God!

You did that TV robbery.

I told you it was a big one.

It might not be up to Drummond's standards but it'll do.

Come on, George, get on with it.

That plane leaves at 2:30.

Don't worry. We can let them dry off on the way.

But you've got to crate the stuff yet.

Yes, all right.

There's plenty of time.

How long have you known your fiance, Miss Drummond?

About three years.

Was that after he joined your father's company?

About three months, yes.

Done well, then, hasn't he?

Bernie? I suppose so.

I mean, it was his first job after coming over from Ireland.

I know what you're thinking.

He just happens to be good at his job.

Don't worry, he earned his promotion.

What about you?

I fell in love with him.

I don't want to seem uncooperative, Inspector,

but what has all this to do with my fiance having his car stolen?

I'm just trying to fill in a few gaps.

Gaps? You see...

Mr Conway was a bit vague about the circumstances surrounding the theft of his car.

Well, he wasn't there when it was taken, was he?

I think he's mixed up in a major crime.

I don't believe you.

Look, you're close to him. Has he been behaving strangely?

Has he got any money problems? You must be joking.

What about friends? Business associates.

Has he met anyone usual lately?

A man called Deller showed up a couple of days ago. Deller?

Yes, it's funny. He seemed to upset Bernie,

yet Bernie's been trying to get him work with the company ever since.

He's supposed to be some sort of transport contractor.

Looked more like a pimp to me. I don't understand -

No. Deller, you said.

That's right. Max Deller.

Tallish. Bit smarmy, really.

Seemed to be well off, though. Thanks, love.

But listen, Jo's expecting me to phone.

You can make all the calls you like

as soon as we've got rid of this lot.

But those Flying Squad people are giving me a bad time.

They wanted to know where you had your jam jar pinched,

you told 'em, right?

Now, stop flapping.

Where's Mr Potter? I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know? He's your guv'nor.

And you call me sir, mate! For crying out loud, Jack,

what are you doing? Barging in here, shouting at my boys.

We're all in trouble and you should bloody know that. Clear off.

Nobody tells me to clear off.

Look, we're all in it up to here, right?

In case you hadn't noticed, a million quid's worth of gold bullion has been nicked.

What's the latest?

Go and buy yourself a newspaper.

Yeah? Yeah.

Guv. Ta.

Deller. I went and got it myself.

Good lad.

I don't know this hero, do you?

Get George for me, will you?

Most of his early form out of town.

Reputation as a draughtsman.

Got five years in 1968 for a conspiracy to rob banks.

Deller?

Yeah, that sounds like him.

Er, one more thing, guv.

Conway was here first thing, evidently.

Organising a despatch of gear to some weightlifters touring the Middle East.

Get all the information you can on that, George.

Yeah, you know, flight numbers, weigh bills, agents, all that.

Hello, Jerry - I'll explain later, George, ta.

Jerry, it's Jack Regan here.

Yeah, fine, mate. Listen, if you had half a ton of bent gold for sale,

where would you try and place it?

Yeah, that makes sense.

Yeah, many thanks, mate. Ta.

Jimmy, get on to London Airport.

Find out all direct and communicating flights to Beirut today.

No, no, of course I'm not angry.

For crying out loud, Jo, I'll explain everything later!

I told you it'd be awkward.

She's invited some people for lunch

and I'm supposed to be there or something. That's too bad, kiddo.

Look, I've got a couple of calls to make. Get that stuff into the crates, will you?

Well, you know how it goes together.

Come on, I haven't got all day.

Hey, and remember. You're into this all the way.

So no bottling out, all right?

Mr Lambourne, please.

Well, get him out of it! I can't afford to hang about.

Yeah, well, there's a funny thing, actually.

There are no records in the office.

Yeah, it seems our Mr Conway made the arrangements himself.

OK? Yeah, no-one will be able to tell there's been a switch.

What did you do with your weights? Chucked them in the bushes.

Great. Come on, let's go.

This is bloody ridiculous!

Look, don't panic, guv'nor.

They'll have every air cargo terminal covered by one o'clock.

Quite a few flights will have gone by then. It could be on any of them.

They couldn't get enough fellas down in time.

We're not exactly blazing a trail, are we?

Oi! Don't be daft!

It's only a load of iron, you know!

What's all that about?

That gadget's looking for explosives in cargo, see?

It detects ferrous metals - iron and steel.

There's no point squirting it at high-end weights, is there?

That's why it made all that noise. Iron weights?

That's what the weights are made out of, cock. That's what caused the row.

Yeah, yeah. Well, hang about.

You changed the weights!

Come on, George!

Erm...we've lost the wheel nut.

Blimey!

Oi!

What's his game?

Hello, Mr Deller. You are in good shape, aren't you?

My name's Regan. Flying Squad.

I think you'd better stop.

It'd be better for both of us. You're nicked and I'm not authorised or insured to drive this car.

You caused a lot of people a lot of bother.

I'm very sorry, Inspector, but - Yes, you were instrumental

in the capture of Deller and recovery of stolen property,

but you admit to disposing of a dead body and assisting in the shipment of gold.

There's also the matter of the gamekeeper.

You don't seem to realise I was under a hell of a lot of pressure.

You were being blackmailed, but nevertheless I must warn you

that charges will probably be preferred.

Of course, you have helped and if the rest of the gang can be caught...

we'll do what we can.

Guv!

Guv...we've tracked down Conway's dabs.

He was a tearaway as a kid.

His real name's Phillips. Do you know what? What?

He and Deller shared the same room at borstal for two years.

Now, Phillips seems to have - Well done, Jimmy. Nice one.

Yeah, but...that explains everything, guv.

I know, Jim. But I mean...

..aren't you going to nick him? Conway?

It's all been taken care of, son.

I know what you're thinking. Yeah?

Yeah, about the hard time Terry Potter's going to give you. No.

No, I was wondering when you're going to shell out that fiver you owe me.

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