All language subtitles for Minder s03e04 Looking For Micky

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you're walking through.

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you're walking through.

The man was well pleased, Terry, well
pleased. Wants to know if you do the

next week.

Well, for that, I had three fights in
that carsy disco.

Had all me ribs kicked in one of them.

Those are the natural risks of your
chosen profession, my son.

Oh.

You wouldn't be getting blows in your
vulnerable regions if you kept in shape

bit more.

I mean, when did you last have a workout
in the gym?

About a week ago.

There you are, you see? That is just
what I'm talking about.

I mean, for a geezer in your line of
work, that is not a good thing.

Tell him, Dave.

That is not a good thing. See, man
knows. Now ask yourself, what is your

asset?

I can still pull a bird. That is a good
thing. Your body, Terry, your body. Look

after that and it will look after you.

And you, Arthur.

And you.

There's no need to take that attitude,
Terry.

It is true I am a businessman and you
are a kind of investment, but I am also

your friend and provider.

Don't forget that little item.

I don't know, you're a million to remind
me if I do, aren't you?

Now, all I'm saying is, you only take
out of life what you put into it, plus a

little extra if you can find a few
monks.

I wish everyone had your sense of
humanity often.

Remember, Terry, your body is a temple,
and as such shouldn't be defiled.

I mean, that poison doesn't help it
either.

It does go on, doesn't it?

Yeah, well, I'm going before they start
the collection.

Say what you mean, Arthur.

George.

Now, Arthur, what are you up to these
days?

Don't thank me till you've tried it on.

Large vodka, sir, mate.

Let's have a bit of hush.

Bring in two.

Lovely entertainment.

Every lunchtime.

Beautiful girls and beautiful
entertainment.

Thank you very much.

Well, well, well.

That isn't fly boy Arthur.

Hello, John.

How are you? Don't know that. Don't tell
me.

Large scotch, no water. Am I right?

Yeah. Nice of you to remember.

How did I forget? After the last
interview.

How's your noble profession?

You still at it with the local rag?

Yeah, still at it.

I thought you were going to turn it in.
Write a book or something, as I recall.

Yeah. Me and every other bloody act.

This place has changed.

Fine of the times, John.

Moral turpitude.

Learning of values.

Good day, Arthur. I was saying to her
indoors the other day. She wanted to go

the Flicks.

Flicks? I mean, what is there a decent
man can take his family to see these

days? I mean, let's get it up with
Swedish subtitles.

That is hardly a cultural viewing, is
it?

Bread and circuses. That is all the
great unwashed one. Who can blame them?

You know that we like the order.

What?

I'm trying to get you a ten.

That's why he's here, that's the old
brother.

Leave it out, John.

He's a friend of my man, Terry.

How do you know the girl?

Not to worry, Arthur.

Nothing is not discreet.

I tell you why I'm here in the line of
business.

A business which I might add could do
you a favor.

And I'm sure he means he's a man of
letters.

Yeah?

What's that then? Don't go away.

That is amazing. You'd think it had been
tailored for you.

It really looks a treat, John. Stand on
me.

Yeah, that's all bad -ass.

Not at all bad.

The man's got Savile Row on his back and
he says not bad. Tell him, will you?

Yeah, terrific art, that.

And at 40 songs a go, that is a steal.

40 quid?

It's a nice jacket, Alfred. Did I say 40
to you?

John, I wouldn't dream of it. What, earn
out of a pal?

Look, I'll tell you what.

They stand me in 30 sobs a lump.

I'll let you have it for 35.

Ah, I don't know.

Oh, go on then, have it at a cost price.
Buy me a large vodka.

I can't stay better than that, can I?

A one

-off original, eh, Arthur?

Original cut. I said, George, original
cut.

What's the matter then, Arthur?

Don't you want to know me when I'm out?

Yes, sir.

Right.

Will do.

Jones!

Go.

Get down to the records, pull the docket
on one Michael Andrew Dixon and bring

it here.

Right.

Michael Andrew Dixon?

Isn't he, though? That's right.

Mickey Dixon.

Better known to one and all as Mad
Mickey.

But I thought he was tucked up, doing
plenty of porridge.

Supposed to be, yeah.

Only now he isn't. He had it on his toes
from Chelmsford Nick this morning. Oh,

lovely.

The press will have a field day.

Hello, Deb.

What?

Mickey! Bet you didn't expect to see me,
eh? What are you doing here?

Just made one from the neck, didn't I?

No. I was hoping you still lived here.

Do you mind if I come in?

He's a big one, isn't he, Gov?

And handy with it.

Yeah, he started off at a five, you
know.

Then added another 15 in various lumps
of battering screws and a boo.

He ended up with an indefinite Honour
Majesties.

Nice key, sir.

Knew him pretty well, didn't you?

Yeah. Yeah, as wicked as some would have
it.

Bit simple, really.

Always getting used by faces to do their
hammering for them.

Still, as the dots on the card, he won't
want to come quietly.

If we try and feel his collar.

That's for sure.

I tell you what, get on to them, Nick.
Get the details on this letter sheet and

who's visited.

Well, it will give us somewhere to look
for starters.

Listen, I know I've sprung it on you a
bit, but... A bit?

For goodness sake, Mickey, every
bleeding cop in England will be out

you. I'm sorry, Deb.

I didn't know where else to go.

It's hard to know where you can trust on
the out these days from what I can make

out.

Grass is knee -deep, isn't it? Oh,
Mickey.

Look, all I want's a place to flop for a
few days until I get things sorted out,

eh?

Oh, Mickey.

I'll go. I wouldn't want to get you into
any sort of... No.

No, hang on.

I just need time to adjust.

You hungry?

Starving. Egg and bacon?

Terrific.

Had it away?

Mickey? In Chelmsford this morning.

Knew him quite well, didn't you?

Well, years ago, when we were both
fighting, yeah.

So you haven't been in touch with him
since he's been away?

Come on, Mr Chisholm, you know as well
as I do. I wrote to him a couple of

times, even went to visit him.

That was five or six years ago.

Word of advice, Terry.

You'll be looking for somewhere to hole
up.

Don't let me find him at your flat.

Because the facilities for training just
aren't the same in the nick. You take

my meaning?

I heard you were doing all right.

You know, settling down and that.

You can't put me on a promise, do you?

Promise? About the release date, you
know.

Well, I did it, didn't I?

Last couple of years.

Didn't give no egg.

It's all borrows, Deb.

It didn't do no good. It was just a wind
-up.

Bastard.

I ain't going back until I've got a
definite and reasonable release date,

ain't. I'll kill anybody who tries to
make me. That ain't very clever, is it,

Mickey?

I mean, there's hundreds of them out
there, thousands.

Coppers, army, God knows who. Well, you
can't kill them all.

And you'll be an idiot even to think of
hurting anyone in your position.

I'm going to definitely throw away the
key.

I've got this idea, haven't I, Deb?

These are in the shovel, give it me.

What idea?

Got to make a protest, don't I?

Got to write letters to the newspaper
telling them what liberties have been

taken with me.

Could it demand a, what's it, an inquiry
like?

Just like that?

Well, I ain't the lunatic they make out,
Deb.

I've been Miss, uh, how Giza told me the
word, Miss, uh... Represented.

Misrepresented.

Yeah.

Misrepresented. In the papers and that.

And you think, if you tell them that,
they're going to be more sympathetic to

you? Got to try, ain't I, Deb?

Got to try.

Hello, Queenie.

What do you want?

Just want to have a word with Freddy, if
you don't mind.

Yeah, I do.

Come on, love.

If his motor's here, he is.

He's having something to eat with some
friends and don't want to be disturbed.

Don't be awkward, Queenie. I could get a
warrant.

Who is it, Mum?

You finish your meal.

He don't eat proper as it is. Not with
you lot harassing him all the time.

Why, Mr Chisholm, what's all this then?

You go inside and I'll handle this. Now,
go on, go on. There's a good girl.

Some problem, is there?

A friend of yours had it away from
Chelmsford Nick this morning, Freddie.

Mickey Dixon.

It's possible he could have reached
London by now.

Oh, no, Mickey wouldn't come here.

It'd upset my mum, and that'd upset me.

Well, you won't mind if we take a look
then, will you?

I don't know who else to ask.

I mean, what am I supposed to do?

I

didn't

even know you knew him. Oh, it was
before I met you.

I was only a kid at the time myself.

Two kids together.

Only I grew up.

Oh, I like him. I feel sorry for him.
You understand?

Yeah, I understand, yeah.

Well, isn't you preferred doing this for
the clubs?

Well, money's nearly as good.

I can do two, sometimes three pubs a
day.

Oh, will you have a word with him, Tell?

Yeah, I'll have a word with him, yeah.

But I ain't going to ask him to give
himself up.

Satisfied?

I will be when we call on Mickey Dixon.

So if you don't want any distress, don't
you go giving him a bit of help if he

comes asking for it, Freddy?

Nobody gives me distress, Mr Chisholm.

The least of all the Mickeys of this
world.

You'll be all right, Freddy.

Your day will come.

You two look better in a trough.

Thanks for the hospitality, Queenie.

Peace off.

Mum.

Don't use that kind of language.

It's not nice.

That's a turn -up, eh?

Yeah. The old Bill will have their hands
full when they try to get hold of him.

He won't rain five minutes on the yard,
I wouldn't think.

Why not?

He's not that clever, is he? He's not a
dummy, but, you know, he likes company.

I thought you knew him. He's off this
manner.

No, I never did bump into the man.

Can't say I'm sorry, either.

On a slate.

Mick. Good to see you again, mate.
Really good.

How are you keeping? All right?

I'm ducking and diving. We're still
doing a bit. No, no, no. Keep that all

It's too much like hard work.

Yeah, well, I still kept myself in
shape, you know, Tom. Worked out every

never missed.

Even on Chokey.

And in a box. Listen, Mick... They gave
up trying to put their jacket on. I used

to bust them.

They took liberties, Till.

I used to chin the bastards.

I, er... I told Terry what you planned,
Mickey.

Thought he might be able to give you a
bit of advice.

Yeah. Good, innit? What do you think,
Till?

Well, the point is, the old Bill already
think you're on the manor.

I was telling Deb.

I gave me a tug this morning just cos I
knew you.

Now, already?

Yeah. So they're going to go round
visiting all your old friends and

acquaintances, aren't they? Including
Debbie.

No, no, not Airtel. Nobody knows about
me and Deb.

I ain't that daft.

Are you sure? I mean, didn't you ever
visit him or write to him when he was in

Nick? No.

Oh, well, that's something. At least
that's the first lot they're going to

up, innit?

Well, I'll be all right here. I mean,
Deb said I can stay until I get things

sorted, didn't you, Deb?

You can't stay here forever.

And you can hardly start walking the
streets, can you? I mean, you ain't

hard to miss.

It's only till I get a release date,
Tell, and then if it's fair, I'll put my

hands up.

Look, I wouldn't rely on that too
heavily, mate.

The authorities have already got the
bang needle because of the escape,

they?

Look, I don't know, I... Well, maybe you
ought to think about getting out of the

country for a bit.

That's a good idea, Tell.

With you and Deb around to help me out,
it's bound to work out, innit?

Give us a log of Dave.

I thought you'd have been in before
then.

Yeah, I've been a bit busy.

You seen that?

Yeah, yeah.

You knew him quite well, didn't you?

Well, we were on the same boat for a
bit, yeah.

Listen, I've got to have a word with
you. Can we go outside for a minute?

Outside? What's wrong with in here?

Yeah, what's wrong with in here?

Well, nothing. No, it doesn't matter,
does it?

Well, you can say what you have to say
in front of Dave. He's one of our own.

It doesn't matter.

Maybe it's private, though.

Private? What's private?

A boy's life's an open book. He's got no
right to be private with us.

What is the matter with you?

What do you have to mention it for?

Mention it? I haven't said a word.

Look, are you coming outside or what?
Yeah, if it's that important to you,

Terry, have you ever known me turn down
a request from a friend?

And provider.

Here, here.

There you go.

Oh, thanks, Deb.

Appreciate it.

Mickey, don't you think... What?

It doesn't water.

Fancy a coffee?

I fancy you, Deb.

I'll make the coffee.

Who's some sort of crank or something?

I mean, have you lost all control?

I mean, the man is a loon.

The police force of the entire country
is searching for him. Probably the armed

forces too. I'm not harbouring him.
Debbie is. Debbie? Is that that bird of

yours who does the... Yeah.

No, he's an old mate.

I ought to give him a leg up. Well, what
am I supposed to do?

Well, he's going to need money, isn't
he? And maybe a passport. I thought you

could help. Money?

Passport? Terry, you are talking about a
conspiracy to pervert the course of

justice.

He's never worried you before, has he?

Oh, nevertheless, I must draw the line
somewhere.

This is very dodgy, Terry.

I mean, I am not a prison sort of
person. I wouldn't like it. I would

considerable mental stress.

You wouldn't be saying all this if there
was a few Bob involved, would you?

That is a gross assessment of my
generous character, Terence. I am a

and realistic man, that's all.

Do you think there could be an earner in
it?

Well, yeah, I suppose you could sell the
story to the Sunday Papers or

something. Oh, that's not such a bad
idea after all.

Are you joking?

No, no, listen, you could do the boy a
right favour.

You know, personal interviews like
they've done with Bigsy and Richardson

all that lot. I mean, the papers pay
good dough for that sort of thing.

No, no, no, I would only want my
handling fee.

Goodbye, Arthur.

No, no, no, Terry, Terry, now listen.

Listen, you want to help the boy, right?
Yeah. Well, it takes capital to keep

out of the long arm of the law. You know
that.

Now, can you think of a better way for
your pal to make that sort of money

without hitting someone on the head?

No, of course you can't. Come and have
another drink. Come on, it's your round.

See how this sounds now.

Sir, I had it away from Chelmsford
Prison in order to... Oh, right.

It's cake to be better than had it away,
don't you think?

Yeah, definitely.

Oh, yeah, yeah. More proper, like you
mean?

Yeah, yeah.

Escaped. Right.

Uh, sir, I escaped from Chelmsford
Prison in order to bring to the

diabolical situation.

Um, I don't know about diabolical. Well,
it is diabolical, isn't it? Yeah, but

what Perry means is that you have to
word these things in the right sort of

terms, less, well, provoking.

Yeah, sort of diplomatic, you know.

Oh. Why not put unhappy situation?

Yeah, that sounds about right, yeah.

Right. I'm happy.

Bring the attention my unhappy
situation.

Full stop.

Yes. To be honest with you, what I'm
after is a possible date of release.

Shall I underline that bit?

No, I wouldn't, no.

From the age of ten, because I've got no
family, I've been locked away in some

institution or other under this or that
act, and I don't think it's fair, sir.

I am not a sex maniac, nor a murderer,
nor am I not a danger to the public like

what they say.

I have been more than punished for what
I did.

Yours sincerely, Mickey Dixon.

Yeah, those last two bits, they need
something.

They just don't sound right to me.

You sure we're going about this the
right way, huh?

How do you mean?

Dixon's a well -established nutter,
isn't he?

Frankie, I'd feel a lot better if we had
some armed backer before calling

anywhere. I mean, what if he is on one
of these prams?

Why don't we try and talk to him in the
coming quietly?

I'd feel better already.

Is that before he shoots us or after?

I mean, he never was one of you
shooters.

More like a club hammer or an hatchet.

If he doesn't want to come quietly, we
don't argue. Simply let him do a toady.

Of course, our report will say that we
did our best to restrain him. I don't

question the fact that we failed.

Heroically, of course.

Of course.

And if asked why we didn't request
backup, we were simply making routine

inquiries with much to our surprise,
etc, etc.

What's the point?

The point, Jones, is that this way we're
seen to be doing our duty with a lot

less chance of getting hurt.

Well, he's not going to feel unduly
threatened with just the two of us

him because he knows he can walk right
through us. But if he feels threatened,

like any other animal, he's likely to
get violent. And personally, I don't

to be around when he's done.

And I know you don't, right?

Right.

Heroics are for mugs and wallies.

Will you ask her if we can take a look
around inside?

Or shall I?

You took your bloody time, didn't you?

Has your noble profession stagnated to
such an extent that not even a word

can spur you to enthusiasm?

For God's sake, Arthur, what the hell is
all this about?

You can't be too careful.

Oh, bloody no man's land is this to me.
Can we all go to the pub for a wee

drink? Too many ears, John, too many
ears. If you're thirsty, stick your beak

there.

Arthur, it's a drink I want, not a bath.

Come on, let's walk.

Jack, it looks tasty.

Oh, for God's sake, Arthur, what is
this?

Have you found Martin Borman camping in
Shippensbush Green or something?

Pay a lot of money for a story like
that, would they? The papers?

They're not serious.

Not Martin Borman, no, but another
notorious criminal at large. For

one... Mickey Dixon?

Eight, 59, 60.

One, two, three.

Just, uh, just having a workout.

Um, did you post the letters?

Yeah, I went.

This should last me a couple of days.

Well, maybe.

Here, I was, uh, trying something when
you were out. See what you think, eh?

Amazing. Look, what we are talking about
is an interview with one of the

country's most wanted.

I mean, any of the nationals would name
a five -figure sum for that kind of

exclusive. They'd have to.

It's another of your wee hustles,
Arthur. Do you really know where Dexon

Look, let us say I know a man who knows
a man who can make the arrangements.

What are you telling me for?

I'm only a local hack.

You are a friend, John.

Look, what we have here is a very
sensitive situation which has got to be

handled with the utmost circumcision.
Now, what I need is someone I can trust

with contacts in Fleet Street who will
not betray her confidence, i .e., keep

name out of it.

Oh, yeah, Matt. Yeah.

Push off!

This has got to be a waste of time, Gav.

Who's next on that list?

Bernie Beatty.

I can't see him getting involved, but
we'll give him a tug.

Well, I can see it now, John. Two -play
spread.

No, no, no. Four.

Exclusive. My own story by Mad Mickey,
as told by that intrepid reporter, John

Anker. I mean, think where it might
lead, John.

Your own column on The Guardian.

Look, what you want to do is play up the
beast at bay angle.

No, no, no, no. Don't do that. You might
not appreciate that.

Arthur, I'm not interested.

Not interested?

There is nothing personal, Arthur. It's
not a bad story, I'll give you that.

It's just that I'm too old for ambition,
and I'm too young to retire. I'm quite

happy just to coast along in a court
report from the local gossip. I do not

any more pressure.

I do not believe I'm hearing this.

I mean, you're younger than me. Well,
almost. And I'm offering you the scoop

a decade, probably the century, and you
are not interested.

Arthur.

Give this guy a ring.

He's a good reporter.

He's a ruthless bastard.

Has to be. It's a vice -league seat.

And you watch your step, cos these guys
will trust their own mother to cut a

good story.

Much appreciated, John. Much
appreciated.

Can we have that drink now?

Oh, that's very kindly of you, John.

I'll pay you back, Deb.

I'll get hold of some dough somehow and
I'll pay you back.

What for?

Well, for food and drink. Put me up in
that.

I don't want any money from you, Mickey.

That's always been your problem.

What? Doing people favours.

You wouldn't be in the spot you're in
now if you weren't so keen on doing

favours. I don't know what you mean.

Doesn't matter.

I can't see nothing wrong in doing a
good turn for mates.

Yeah, nice mates.

Mates who buy you a drink, tell you what
a terrific bloke you are, then ask you

to beat someone up because it's easier
than doing it themselves.

It ain't like that.

It is like that, Mickey, and it's about
time you realised it.

And for what? To be one of the chaps?
No. Leave off, dear. Oh, Mickey, you're

right bloody innocent.

Do you know that?

Keep it down,

keep it down. We don't want the whole
world to know.

I thought that's exactly what you're
planning.

Oh, don't start that again. If you want
to help the boy, it is the only way.

I don't know so much. Terry, have I
achieved eminence and respect on a manor

being a mug?

No, I haven't.

Now, look, I've got to meet with a top
journalist, number one man in Fleet

Street. I don't mess with a second
division, Terry, you know that.

Have a look at this cheerful Charlie.

Help, Bill.

Well,

that's the way it goes.

That's the news tonight.

Good night.

I told you before, I haven't seen him
for at least five years, right?

I certainly haven't heard anything since
I last saw you.

Yeah, well, the thing is, Terry, we have
information now that a lorry driver

dropped him off quite near your place.

Well, it is his manner, isn't it? It's
only logical we should turn up there

sometime or other, isn't it?

Yeah, more than likely.

Of course, I never knew a man
personally.

I believe he was quite tasty at the
boxing game.

Misdirected talent. Very sad. Very sad.

It would be very sad for someone if he's
not captured soon.

This is true.

Someone like that on the loose, not safe
to walk the streets.

Get you and your colleague another
drink, Sarge.

It's down to me, of course.

Come on.

You're in such a generous mood, Dave.
I'll have a large vodka and cinnamon.

Not that generous, are I?

Don't worry, Terry.

Don't worry, you ain't on a suspended.

They're just groping around.

It's routine.

No sweat.

Hello, Arthur.

Teddy.

Oh, hello, Freddie.

How's it going?

Isn't that the old bill I just saw,
making themselves busy?

Yeah.

Sad, isn't it?

Even the filth don't want to talk to
you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was, Freddie.

Still buzzing around looking for Mickey,
I suppose.

Mickey?

Oh, I thought you liked to read the
papers, Arthur.

Oh, that Mickey, Mad Mickey. Oh, yeah,
yeah, I believe I did say something

about... Personally, I never knew the
man.

Didn't you used to manage him?

Ruin him, you mean?

That's right, Arthur.

Well, let's hope they don't get any joy.

The boy gets a little taste of freedom.

Eh, Terry?

take that attitude for. You know the
man's a lunatic.

The man is a no -good ponce.

He's a Roman.

Now, get another drink.

Mickey?

What? I hope everything works out all
right.

You know.

Yeah.

Thanks, Deb.

Come on.

It's all right, Nikki. I understand.

It's been a long time.

Bloody hell.

It's me, Terry.

Quick, it's Terry. Get up.

Oh, turn it in. It's Terry.

Get dressed.

Terry, are you there?

Yeah, just come in.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, sure.

I'll be worried then for a minute.

What do you tell?

Sleep well?

Terrific.

Good, good.

I, er... Just going to make a coffee.

Your letter seems popular.

Yeah? Look at that front page.

The slags!

They're still calling me Mad Mickey,
look!

You don't sell papers, do you? I did try
to tell you.

What?

I thought you were wasting your time
with that approach.

Still, there's one here that's a bit
sympathetic.

Yeah? Yeah.

Dixon's request for understanding.

Look, the reason I came round was to
tell you that a pal of mine's had an

Now, let me get this right, Mr Daly.
Arthur, please, call me Arthur. OK,

You're saying, for a price, you can make
contact with Dixon and arrange for me

to interview him exclusively, right? In
a nutshell, John, in a nutshell.

And presumably you know the law on this
sort of thing. Well, I'm not exactly

conversant with a small print.

I'm more acting like a middleman. What
you might call a bipartisan agent.

Yeah, well, I was thinking more of the
law as it affects me and my newspaper.

Oh.

What's he like, this pal of yours?

Arthur? He's sound enough.

He does have this tendency to go over
the top. Yeah, well over.

He wouldn't get me Nick, would he? No,
he wouldn't do that.

Not on purpose, anyway.

No, no.

But the thing is, if he can organise it
to both our advantage, well, ain't a bad

plan, is it?

I mean, it's a great way of getting hold
of some going -away money without

getting involved in villainy.

But, Mick, it's your decision.

Yeah.

Now, let's just say for the minute that
I am interested, and that I can get my

editor interested. Now, there's a number
of things we have to establish.

We're getting the legal arguments for
now. Oh, of course, John, of course. And

the first is, and no disrespect
intended, Arthur, but I don't know you

bar of soap.

Oh, Jimmy.

Arthur. Oh, Tom.

And we have hoax situations on the
street every day.

Hoax? Oh, no, no, I'm well respected,
John.

Very well respected.

My word is my bond. Ask anyone.

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

But nevertheless, I have to make sure. I
mean, after all, it was one of your

noble calling who stuck me into you.

Oh, but that is the range for me to make
contact with you. May I? Certainly. I

mean, Johnny Anchor is one of your own.
I mean, you've vouched for my

credentials.

Now, I understand your caution, John,
but stand on me, this is caution. Yeah,

I'm sure it is, Arthur, but my editor's
a bit of a sceptic. Now, he's going to

want proof that you know where Dixon is.
That's without you actually telling us,

if you take my meaning.

Well, no, I don't... Well, I mean, if we
actually know precisely where he is, we

are then bound by law to inform the
police.

None of us want that. Definitely not.
Definitely not. No, no, the body in

question would not appreciate that at
all.

Are you going to interview him? There's
ways round these things, Arthur. I

shouldn't have to tell you that. But
first, we must establish for my editor

you do have access to Dixon.

No problem. I'll get him to ring you.

No, I'm afraid that won't do. The voice
on the telephone could be anybody.

But now, pictures, say, of him holding
today's newspaper or tomorrow's. Now,

that would help. Or better yet, a video.

Vidya. It's a good job Debbie ain't
here. She'd go bleeding spare.

Why? He's standing against the wall,
isn't he? It could be anybody's flat.

Where did you get all this gear, anyway?

I hired it, didn't I? At considerable
expense, I might say.

Well, how do you want me to hold it,
Arthur?

Oh, sorry, Mr Dixon.

Just so I can see it. Hold it up a bit.
Up a bit.

Up. No, no, no. Down. Down.

That's it. There. Lovely.

That's it.

What about the sound?

The what?

The sound. I mean, if he's talking,
presumably you want to hear it, don't

Terry, please. Look, Mr Dixon and me
have got to concentrate.

This is highly technical equipment with
which I am fully cognisant.

Where's the microphone?

Oh, there is the microphone.

Oh.

Is this supposed to be like this? I
know, I know.

I don't want... I don't want our voices
on the tape. Just a precautionary

measure. until I've worked out what they
call in the movie business, the proper

frame -up.

Well, what am I supposed to say?

Well, you know, it's just... Action!

Action? Oh, OK.

Cut what?

Stop the thing.

Well, what do you think?

You talk to the man.

What do you think?

It could be a goer.

So far, I've checked his car
registration, his home address and his

rating. His credit rating's a bit dicey,
but then it would be with a character

like Call Me Arthur.

If there is anything in it, I don't have
to tell you. We need to go careful.

There is someone I know off his
territory who's bound to know the full

of him.

What sort of money is he talking about?

Telephone numbers.

Offer him 500 up front. If he proves to
your satisfaction, he's in a position to

give us an exclusive with Dixon.

Put him in promised land for the rest
and we'll see how we go from there.

That jacket's a bit sudden, isn't it?
Yeah.

So's Arthur Daly.

This could be your ticket to freedom, Mr
Dixon. Stand on me.

What about the money?

Maximum publicity.

Your own story in your own words.

Arthur, the money.

Two minimum four pages in your actual
national newspaper.

Top journalist sympathetic to your case.

I mean, who knows? This could lead to a
Queen's pardon. Oh, that would be right

handy, Arthur.

Arthur, the money and the arrangements.
More than right handy, Mr Dixon, more

than right handy.

Oh, listen, listen.

You're not going anywhere with that tape
until you've told us about the money

and what arrangements you've made. And I
mean it. Terry, what is the matter with

you? Excuse us, Mr Dixon.

Negotiations are in progress, but
nothing can be settled until my friend

Fleet Street has bona fide evidence for
his editor of Mr Dixon's availability

through my good offices. And that means
this.

Your friend in Fleet Street is a total
stranger.

It could be setting Mickey up. And you.

Terry, I'm surprised. How long have you
known me? What am I, some sort of a mug?

Do you think I put that boy's liberty on
offer?

Sorry.

Ah, the geezer's a mug, John.

Lives in the past.

Chances are he's just tried a corninger
for a few quid. So you think I ought to

leave it out?

No.

I mean, it's possible.

He knows enough faces.

He's got a lemon on the firm that used
to be a pal of Mickey's.

Could be right.

Well, thanks anyway, buddy. I appreciate
that. And, uh... Oh, no, no, no.

We come from the same street.

Don't insult them.

Your mum and my mum, they still got a
bingo together.

All right, Freddie.

Thanks.

I tell you what, see what the bold
Arthur comes up with and get in touch.

Maybe you and me can sort out something
together.

All right.

It's like what I put in the letter,
isn't it?

It's all been a distortion of the facts.

And I just want an opportunity to put my
side of things for a change.

Tell it like it is, you know.

I've been treated very unfairly by the
authorities.

I've been treated very unfairly by the
authorities.

And I'm not mad.

I don't want to spend the rest of my
life dubbed up in prison and die there

old man without the chance.

Well, that's all I've got to say for
now.

Is that all right?

That's very good, Arthur.

That's very good.

Thank you very much.

I think perhaps we can come to some sort
of arrangement.

Naturally, any financial arrangement
will have to be negotiated through my

editor and must remain strictly
confidential.

Say no more, John. Say no more.

Now, of course, there is the little
matter of upfront expenses, which have

and will be incurred. Yes, and I have
been authorised to give you 500 now with

whatever figure is agreed upon at the
appropriate time.

That seems very fair, John, very fair.
Of course, you realise I personally will

not be touching a penny of this money.
Of course, Arthur.

Still, as a businessman, you'd be silly
to ignore the financial possibilities of

all this, wouldn't you?

I would? Well, I mean, look at the long
-running Ronnie Biggs saga.

Films, books, whatever.

It doesn't take much working out.

What, you mean me become a sort of
literary agent for the infamous?

Yeah. Why not?

Why not?

I like it, John. I like it very much.

I mean, it makes a lot of sense.

Film rights, bestsellers.

It'll be big.

It'll be very big.

You know, Deb, what with doing all that
bird and that, I've never really had a

regular go, like.

You and I aren't so very different,
Mickey.

Hello, Arthur.

Hello, Freddie.

Um, who's going in for a... You going
in?

Bit early for me, Arthur.

As a matter of fact, I've just come to
have a little chat with you.

Oh, what about?

Nice motorcycling, Jax.

Oh, yeah, yeah. A nice grey one. I find
the Murky's a more comfortable ride,

personally.

Come on.

I'll give you a demonstration.

Me know where Mickey Dixon is.

You must be joking, Freddy. I don't even
know the geezer.

You know how I hate violence, Arthur?

There's nothing more distressing than
seeing a middle -aged man with his

kneecaps nailed to the floor.

Arthur's been on a blower. He sounds a
bit upset.

Upset? What about?

He didn't say. He just asked me to tell
you to hang on here till he arrives.

His motor's outside. Where is he?

I'll find out myself, Terry.

I wonder what he's up to now, then.

Don't know why you didn't come to me in
the first place, Mickey.

You want a bit of help?

Who better to ask?

Yeah, well, I don't want to give you any
unnecessary egg, Freddie.

I mean, I figured you'd be one of the
first to open a pool.

Anyway, don't worry about it.

Arthur came to me and suggested I help.

sort things out for you. So you get your
bits and pieces together and we'll be

on our way.

Don't listen to him, Mickey.

Arthur won't go to him.

He's up to something.

Birds, Mickey.

What do they know?

We go back a long time.

Would I put you in it?

It's all right, Debbie. I'm afraid he's
one of the chaps.

Anyway, if Arthur says it's all right...
You're a fool, Mickey. A bloody fool!

I mean, the man's a lunatic. What else
could I do?

You didn't have to tell him where Mickey
was.

I was in danger of being crippled for
life.

Nails through the kneecaps. A wheelchair
job.

Cut down in my prime.

You tell him, Dave.

Where are we going? Down to the coast,
Mickey.

Get you safely abroad.

Sort out a meet with this journalist
friend of mine.

It's all right, isn't it?

Well, that's well appreciated, Freddie,
well appreciated.

Oh, turn it in, Deb. No -one's blaming
you.

I tried telling him, but he wouldn't
listen.

I didn't know what else to do.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

Come on, Debs, try not to be too upset.

I tried ringing you at the Winchester,
but Dave said you were already on the

way. Yeah.

No, if anything, I blame myself.

Bloody Arthur.

Oh, no, be fair. It wasn't really his
fault in the circumstances.

That flag baker really does hurt people.

What I can't figure is how the punts
knew that Arthur was involved.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry to hear that as
well, Arthur.

I know my editor will be.

Yeah, I agree.

The tape? Well, I think the 500 will
compensate for that, don't you?

Yeah. Well, of course, there's no reason
why we can't... Sure.

Sure.

Yeah, thanks anyway.

How long do you need with Dixon before I
contact the police?

This is diabolical.

Diabolical? This is treachery, deception
and betrayal.

Diabolical. It's a wicked old world, all
right, Arthur. But you told me this man

was sound. No, no, no, Arthur. I said he
was a good reporter.

But what's your step?

Now, listen to this, listen to this.

Thinking he was to meet someone
anonymous who had information regarding

whereabouts... It came as something of a
surprise to this reporter to find mad

Mickey himself waiting for him.

Diabolical. And you called this Judas a
friend? Not a friend, Arthur. A

colleague in my noble profession.

Remember?

God knows what Terry's going to say.

Slags.

Poopsies and slags, all of them. My
sentiment's exactly, Terry.

I don't know. You try to help somebody
as you pass along, conduct a bit of

honest business, and what do you get?
Knife in the back.

Grands I could have got.

It's all for Mickey, of course.

Of course.

Yeah, just leave it out, will you,
Arthur?

None of us came out of this too bright.

Mickey must be well sick.

Oh, don't be too hard on yourself, John.

Mickey will know it ain't down to you.

I'll tell you what.

I'm going to claim that baker.

No, no, no, that would be ill -advised,
my son. Not at all clever.

I mean, a minder with no kneecaps is a
minder with no work. He's right, Phil.

If you stunt baker, there's dozens of
hooligans he can call on to get you.

I know, I know, I know.

So you got your man, Mr Chisholm?

Very comforting, you know, the thin blue
line is out there, efficient and

vigilant as ever.

He's got more rabbit than water ship
down.

Oh, Dave, that's a coincidence.

Oh, what's that, Sarge?

Interesting jacket Mickie's wearing.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that, er...

That is a coincidence.

I wonder where he got hold of that.

I don't know. It could be anywhere.

They're all in fashion, aren't they?

She's a man of a disturbingly suspicious
nature. There's no point in hanging

around just to be asked awkward
questions.

Oh, my good God.

Something on your mind, Teddy?

Yeah, I was just thinking, you know, you
wear glasses, you must have bad eyes.

You ought to have them out.

It's just a joke, Freddie. You don't
mean nothing by it.

That's very funny, Terry.

That's very humorous.

To pity so many comedians get to be so
unhappy in their personal lives.

No, the boy's upset.

Oh.

Upset, is he?

Yeah, well, you know what it's like when
plod starts hagging you, you get a bit

edgy, don't you?

If it's me at that time, come on, Terry,
we'll be late. Leave it out, Arthur.

Slag knows what upset me.

You know, the last time someone spoke to
me like that, Terry, was the last time

they spoke.

You are a skunk.

Well, well, this is a jolly little
gathering. Some problem, is there?

Oh, no.

No problem, Mr Chisholm.

No problem at all.

Seems to me, Jones, what we have here,
if these gentlemen don't move on, is a

clear case of obstruction of a public
highway.

Aye.

Something like that, Gough.

Oh, well, we wouldn't want to break the
law, Mr Chisholm.

Would we, Terry?

Arthur!

Don't worry, Arthur.

Every dogtooth has his day.

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 could be so good for you.

I'm gonna help you.

Looking like you want me to.

I'll do anything for you.

I'll be so good for you. I can be so
good for you.

I'll do it like you want me to. Looking
like you want me to.