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I can be so good for you.

Love you like you wanted to.

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you wanted to.

Two, four, six minutes in -house. We
open in about five minutes.

Yeah? Cab, love.

What? Mini -cab.

Well, what about it?

You called for a cab.

Not me, love. I don't want a cab.

Is this 246 Millington House?

Howdy.

Well, it could be bad, but I'm all
right.

Fancy a workout in the ring?

Yeah, I don't mind it.

Go on.

Charlie, on the pavement, yes. In there,
no.

Come on, you're gearing me up, aren't
you? The man's a champion, a pro

So what? You're an ex -pro, you can
handle it.

Now, the thing is, his sparring partner
couldn't turn up today.

So, well, I mean, you'd be wearing the
headgear now. There'd be a drink in it

for you.

What do you think?

Yeah, all right.

It's a bit short, isn't it, Kevin?

It's worse than last week.

And it'll probably hit the altar.

Another one of the drivers had an
accident this morning.

What happened?

His motor caught fire.

Badly? Cremated.

He wasn't in it, was he?

Oh, no, no. Luckily, no.

So rent's paid for this week, all right?

Yeah. Well, that's something, I suppose.

You're all hard, Arthur.

Well, I can't afford to mix sentiment
with business, can I?

It goes on like this. It won't be any
business.

Candy cabs.

Yes, sir. Where to, sir?

About five minutes, sir. Thank you.

Roger.

What do you mean there won't be any
business?

We've lost eight drivers in a fortnight.

Eight? That means we're down to 19.

And some of them only come in when they
want to.

Why don't you advertise in the local
papers?

There must be geezers out of work with
motors.

In fact, the only way you can afford a
motor these days is to be on the bloody

doll. I have advertised.

All these accidents.

Do you know what I think?

No.

Someone's having a pop at us.

Go on, Perry. He's wide open for a left
hook. He's a mug at a game.

If that don't work, give him some stick
in the orchestra's.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Don't just lay there.

You okay, Till? Of course he's okay. He
slept, didn't he?

Go on, my car, and make him happy.

Hey, what'd I tell you? What'd I tell
you? Do shut up, Arthur, will you?

Go on, join me in the orchestra, Terry.

Not him!

What are you doing?

I'm embarrassed.

People are watching this, you know.

He's not doing any favours for my image.

Are you all right, son? All right, all
right. Of course he's all right.

He should think himself lucky that my
man has not quite recovered from a

attack of pulmonary pneumonia,
complicated by gastroenteritis.

For God's sake, Arthur, give it a rest,
will you?

Come here, let's have a look at you.

Yes, you'll live.

I'll do you for the day. Anyway, go and
get changed, son. Go on.

What's the matter? Are you drunk or
something?

Just leave it out, Arthur.

It's different than the cobbles, isn't
it?

In here, they've got a thing called the
Queensbury rule.

Rules, rules are made to be broken, my
boy.

You could have done him.

Yeah, of course I could.

Anyway, I've got you a bit of work.

Doing what?

Driving. Well, minicabbing.

Arthur. If I wanted to do mini -cabin, I
could have done it without your help

and without giving you any of my hard
-earned.

I'm going to have a shower.

Hear me out, Terry. Hear me out.

Accidents?

Sabotage, more likely, Terry.

I know it's a competitive game, mini
-cabin, but eight drivers we've lost in

last fortnight, and that is well above
the norm, stand on me.

What's all the accidents?

Motors breaking down. One even
mysteriously caught fire.

Calling the old bull.

Ah, well, no, no, that would cause a bit
of a problem.

Oh? Yeah, you know how it is.

No?

Well, in a word, tax.

Pardon?

Inland revenue. They crucify everybody
these days.

Questions like, how much do you earn?

No cabbie wants that kind of agro.

They just turn it in and they go
somewhere else.

Yeah, and the authorities taking too
close a look into your bookkeeping

be too welcome, would they?

I don't think I'm getting through to
you, Terry.

Someone is having a pop at me, and that
is not in order.

Not in here.

And you get to keep whatever you take in
fares.

In that?

What's wrong with it?

What's right with it? I'm not driving
around in that.

Yes. Tell him what a terrific piece of
machinery that is.

Don't be deceived by appearances, Terry.

That engine is tuned to perfection.

Perfection.

Cut the crap, Dad.

Terry, I can tell you this because I
know your sound.

But that engine was relied on by a
certain little firm to get them off the

of some very heavy tickles.

Lively, you know what I mean?

Oh. So you expect me to drive around in
a motor that's been used?

Not the body, you loon. Not the body.
He's talking about the engine.

The body it came out of has been, er,
recycled.

What you might call my small
contribution to our ailing steel

Look at those tyres, Terry.

100%. Is it MOT'd?

I'll write one out for you.

What about insurance?

I have a pal who does a nice line in
cover note.

Why can't I have one of them?

Leave off, Terry.

They're movable stock.

Those I can sell.

Terrific.

Don't mention to Kevin what you're up
to, all right? Kevin? Yeah, he's my

partner. He runs the office. Just don't
mention it. Why not?

He's a family man.

Warrior, you know. Good as gold, but not
all that bright. Lacks a certain, uh,

vision. Take my point?

Not really.

Oh, that's nice, isn't it? A touch of
the old world charm. We aim to please.

Lovely.

You're not serious?

Of course.

We need drivers, don't we?

Arthur, we advertise luxury balloon
cars.

Well, so what?

You don't believe that people really
drink martini and fly in balloons, do

What's that got to do with it? See what
I mean?

Advertising, it's all a con, isn't it?
It's an illusion.

People don't expect plush motors to waft
up to their door.

As long as it keeps out the wind and the
wet and gets them where they want to

go, do they complain?

No, Arthur, we're not that desperate.

I think he's right, Arthur.

As a major shareholder in this little
enterprise, Kevin, I think I'm entitled

make a few management suggestions.
You're a silent, non -working partner.

Very silent.

Nevertheless, I promised a job to my
nephew here, and my word is my bond.

All right, Kevin, hang a left, and it's
just down here on your right.

Look, if you tell me exactly where you
want to go, I'm sure I can find it.

Don't worry.

We're nearly there.

I'm not exactly sure myself, to my fear.

Does he know the manor?

Would I stick him in if he didn't?

Probably.

Told you what the rent is, did he?

Rent?

You pay 25 quid a week for the use of
the office and facilities.

And it's up front.

Hold on now.

I'll lend it to you.

Lend? Well, he'll make more than that in
a day, won't he? And you'll get a radio

thrown in, too.

Can you get Luxembourg on it, Uncle?

It's only on loan, mind.

Those things are worth 300 quid apiece.

It's about six times the value of the
wreck it's going into.

Kevin!

It's all going to break. Hello, love!

Kevin, you old sod!

Who's having the pleasure of taking old
Katie home today, then, eh?

Who?

Where's that nice young man?

What's his name?

Barry. I like him.

Just round this next corner and pull in,
cabbie.

What'll we owe you, then? Uh, that'll
be... £1 .60, please.

You'd better pay the man, then, Greg,
hadn't you?

Oi!

Come on, come on. Come on, you old pest.
On your feet. Come on. Up to Daisy.

Come on.

Disgusting. There you go.

Don't you go making a part of me, young
man.

I'm a respectable woman.

I'm sorry, love. It's just off when
you're totally irredictable. Well, you

chalk madam own it.

Thank you, Squire. No.

All right. Just to the car. Come on.
Just to the car.

Thank you.

Come on, Katie.

This one, love. Yeah, a little drunk.

All right, all right.

In you go, love. Mind your head, mind
your head. Mind your head.

All right, you're in love. That's it.

Oh, thanks, mate. Mother told her to get
on her bike.

Ah, it's a fair whole part of the game,
isn't it?

Katie's all right. She's not normally
this bad.

You want to see some of them you get?

I don't.

Perhaps we ought to try for a better
class, Cleantel.

Yeah, listen, look, get some new cards
printed.

Embossed gold lettering. Shove them
through the letterboxes of your

and Chelsea mansions. You know, move up
marks.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sure the average upper -class mate
would have loved to be picked up by your

nephew at pigsty on wheels.

Arthur. Any chance?

Come in.

Yeah, so where to, sir? About seconds.
I'm not going to do it. No, look, don't

give me any aggro, Terry. Just give it a
chance. Did you see the state of her?

If you think I'm going to spend my time
riding around with legless old biddies

like that just on the off chance of
something more happens, you've got to

everything. Hang on, hang on, listen.
Kevin, I'm hurt.

Who is that?

Have you used your code? Over.

This is Barry.

Tango 14.

I need someone to help me.

Roger 214, what's happened?

Over.

of hooligans.

Please send someone.

I'm in Bishop's Lane.

Barry?

Tango 1 -4?

Come in, Tango 1 -4.

Over. Bishop's Lane.

Come on.

Well, come on.

Where are you going?

Bloody hell.

Don't worry, son.

We'll get you to a hospital.

There you are, Terry.

Not nearly as bad as we first thought.

Couple of days, you'll be as right as
rain.

Luckily, they didn't touch your motor.

Yeah, where is it? In the car park.

Terry here drove it over.

He's, uh, relational, my son.

Thanks, mate.

Join the firm. You'll get on well with
him.

Listen, Arthur, maybe the man doesn't
want to carry on, cabbie. Of course he

does, don't you, son?

I don't know. I'll have to think about
it. What's to think about?

Anyone get assaulted these days?

It's all this urban decay.

Do what?

Oh, vandals, muggers. It's rife, isn't
it?

It's not only the cabbies who cop it,
you know.

Well, they were cleaning you up. I
phoned the office.

Kevin tells me you picked the fare up
from a pub.

Yeah. How many? One, two?

Two. What do they look like?

A couple of flashy Ontario ways.

Aren't they all much the same?

Yeah. I suppose you don't want to call
in the old Bill. No, no, no. Of course

not.

It's what we pay our taxes for, isn't
it?

Police protection against doing against.

I don't notice I'm in Barry. He knows
the SP.

He's winding us up.

Come on, I'll drive you home. No, it's
all right. I can manage. No, don't be

silly. Sit in. Go on.

OK, cheers.

You know how to comfort the injured,
don't you?

There's no point in losing another
driver until I have to, is there?

Where are you going?

Back to the office.

Make sure you'll get a radio stuck in
your motor.

Now listen, Uncle.

I haven't decided whether I'm going to
do it or not.

That's funny.

I thought you already were.

Yeah, right, I'd say.

Well, I think he's getting a bit bodily.

Except for the wheeze up on the
spankings.

That's the bit I like most.

Yeah, well, you would.

Anyway, the message is, leave it out.

Animotus for now.

Why? I don't know. He'll bail us when he
wants us to perform again.

Well, there must be something you
remember.

Colour of their hair, clothes, foils on
the end of their nose.

Foils? Well, yeah.

Distinguishing marks.

But why are you so interested?

If I know who they are, I can avoid
them, right?

I'm new to this game.

I don't want to cut for what you've got.

Oh, it happens now and then.

I've had a few runners.

Oh, yeah, runners.

Who pay you with a knuckle sandwich
before they have it on their toes.

They know where I live.

How's that?

I don't know, but they said, well, if I
try to get them nicked, they'd pay me

another visit.

Did they say anything else?

Something about, maybe I should stop
driving a cab.

They didn't specify a candy cab, though?

No. Why should they?

I don't know.

But maybe you should take their advice.

If I give up cab driving, how else am I
supposed to get my family out of this

dump?

Yeah, I see your point.

Oh, come on.

There are lots of other driving jobs.
Yeah, but on them you have to pay tax.

I pay enough tax it isn't my regular
job.

You mean to say you've got a kosher job
as well?

I work nights in a bakery, I sleep in
the mornings, and I do this in the

afternoon and evenings.

You must lead a really exciting social
life.

I got married when I was 19.

I've got two kids and three rooms in
that car.

I'm not eligible for a council place, so
we've got to buy.

First -time buyers, and I don't have to
tell you the price of property.

My wife's on the edge of a nervous
breakdown to be around here.

Will you tell me how else I'm supposed
to get the money?

Dunno.

Could rob a bank.

Or get yourself a job in the mornings.

Now, hold on. Listen.

You sure you don't remember anything
about those two geezers?

Well, one of them did mention the
other's first name.

Greg? Yeah, that's what he said.

All right.

No, no juice.

Tired of battery connections.

Perhaps you'd better pop into that pub
where he picked them up.

I'm not open yet. Well, later.

OK. Try that.

Yep, that's it.

All right?

Well, the radio is.

Dave will show you what it's all about.

Go on the road today.

Can I have a word, Arthur? Yeah, sure.

See you in a minute, Terry.

Do you know, I've been thinking, Arthur.

I'll keep practising. It'll get to be
easier. No, no, seriously.

The more I think about it...

The more I think it isn't worth it.

What isn't?

This.

What is faith?

It's only giving one of us a living.

This is the on and off switch.

This is the squelch knob. Cuts out
static and interference.

This is for volume. This is for channel
one and two.

This is to receive.

And this is to send.

It's as simple as that.

Could you go over it once more for us,
please?

I don't understand you, Kevin. Here you
are, your own boss, men under your

command, an independent spirit in this
increasingly bolshie country of ours.

don't talk garbage. I've never been
played to this business. I work 16 hours

day.

Dustman takes home more than I do.

Puts in half the time.

Even drivers earn more than me.

Yeah. Maybe we ought to raise the rent.

But we already charge more than most
firms. That's why we have trouble

drivers.

Candy cab.

Yes, what's the address, sir?

Very good, sir. On its way. Thank you.

Charlie, 12 Hall Road.

Go to Oxford Street.

Look, Kevin, I can understand you're
getting depressed.

I'm depressed.

But things are going to get better. I'm
working on it. Have a cigar.

No, thanks.

See, the thing is, Kev, I don't see how
you can quit.

I mean, all your capital's tied up in
the business. If you leave, you lose a

lot. Yeah, but I wasn't thinking of
leaving.

I'm suggesting you pull out.

Me? Why should I pull out?

Well, for one thing, you've got plenty
of income for all your other interests.

This is all I've got.

Yeah, and you wouldn't have this if I
hadn't stuck up the 60 % of the capital.

Yeah, and I do 100 % of the work.

Oh, be fair, Kevin. I handle the
promotional side.

You pay for the cards to be printed.

I find this ingratitude very hard to
bear, Kevin.

You're incredible.

Well, I suppose we could come to some
arrangement, depending on what you're

offering.

Well, I was thinking of giving you back
your original five grand.

Where would you dig five grand up from?

Borrowing.

All the wife's parents got a few quid
tucked away. I'd just have to pay it

best I could.

No, sorry.

I couldn't begin to consider releasing
my share at under, say, eight grand.

Eight? Well, ten would be more
realistic, but then I always err on the

generosity.

Anyone want a cab?

Your code is Tango 64.

Tango 64.

Always use it when communicating with
base, which is here, which is Control 1.

Roger, or Rog for short, means message
understood.

Rog.

Roger. No swearing or foul language over
there. We can get down for that. P .O

.B. means passenger on board. So when
you pick up a punter, you call in Tango

P .O .B., Rog.

Er, P .O .B., Rog.

If you get lost, call in, ask for a
direct, or use your book.

Book? A to Z.

I ain't got one. Well, buy one.

Two eighty.

One,

three,

fifty, eighty.

No, it's not actually mine. It belongs
to Candy Caps.

Arthur Daly.

Tango 64's RTP'd.

How's it going then, Phil? Getting used
to it?

I'll never get used to this.

You will.

You know, that bleeding motor of mine
uses more oil than petrol.

The speed of it, I thought it'd run in
steam.

Yeah, mine.

I should have seen someone to plant his
eye today.

Dave here was telling me about Barry.

The driver who got beaten up?

Oh, yeah.

Bad, was he?

Well, he didn't look too clever.

No, he'd be all right. Just lumps and
bruises.

That's too much of that sort of thing
going on.

What, around here, you mean?

Well, everywhere.

He's the third on this film in the last
couple of weeks.

Did they know, did it?

No.

They just rang in and said they weren't
coming back to work.

You've been done?

Oh, a couple of dummy runs, that's all.

But, Dave, you had a pound of sugar put
in his tank a few days back.

Sweet, isn't it?

Luckily enough, I managed to borrow a
motor.

I'd be now to work.

Perhaps one of the drivers stitched
somebody up and they got the aunt with

phone. How do you mean?

Well, I overcharged them or something.

Oh, come off it, man.

What can you overcharge?

A pound, 30 bob?

You've got to be nuts to go to that
length.

Hey, to Rigby Road, usual destination.

Me and John were just about to go and
have something to eat.

Let Terry take it.

Yeah, let Terry take it.

Candy caps?

One minute.

You're new, ain't you?

Oh, no, I've been around for a few
years. I can see that. Now I met with

Cat. Oh, yeah, with their mum as
precious as a wilted daisy.

Right, where to, love?

Oh, didn't they tell you I do this trip
every day by Sunday?

Cut a confession then, do you?

Hardly. I work at the Lotus Club, up
west.

What, a strip joint?

I do artistic poses.

I'll bet you do.

So that's where we're going then, is it?
The Lotus Club?

Oh, back entrance, of course.

Of course, the back entrance.

Tango 64, P .O .B.

Roger, Tango 64, message for you.

Arthur rang, said can you meet him in
the pub?

What pub?

He said you'd know which one.

Roger, Rod.

Right, that's £2 .40.

Call me Debbie.

All right, Debbie. It's £2 .40.

Here.

It's disgusting.

What's disgusting about it?

You mean you obliged it.

In broad daylight?

In the car? In the street?

No, not in the street.

In the courtyard round the back of the
club.

Outrageous.

It would have been if I had.

Oh.

You didn't, then?

I will.

I've got his number.

Hey, look, Terry, I don't pay you good
money to take up with slags.

You don't pay me period, Arthur.

Gratitude. You know, let's have it
right. You are copping a nice few quid

fares.

Copping what?

Do you know how much I've earned?

Driving a bleeding cab in the traffic,
sweating, carrying bags about.

Eighteen quid.

Yeah, and seven quid went out on petrol
and oil.

That wreck drinks it.

And I got a parking ticket.

Well, look, just give it time, Terry.
Look, you've only been doing it for

hours, not even that, and you're already
eleven sobs in pocket.

Only another 14, you'll be able to repay
the rent money I paid out on your

behalf.

Do what?

Only joking.

No, no, that's good enough. That can
wait.

Wait! No, don't.

Don't mind that.

Been a bit busy myself.

Banking other people's money.

I've been making a few inquiries about
our two hooligans.

A discreet conversation with the barman.

And?

See those two over there?

One on the right's name is Greg.

They were laughing and joking the other
night, having a drink up and talking

about a car that caught fire.

The barman reckons he heard the words
minicab mentioned.

Mitch, aren't you going to ask them to
help you with your inquiries?

No, Arthur, not in here.

Don't want to upset the barman after
it's been so nice to you, do you?

Um, perhaps I'd better wait in the car.

What for?

Um, well, then I'd be ready to follow
them if they jump into a motor.

Oh, I see, Arthur, yeah.

Yeah, well, we've got to be prepared,
haven't we? Oh, of course we have.

Right, then.

And if they start performing, don't
worry. I'll be out of the motor in a

Of course you will, Arthur.

See you later.

Excuse me, Jase. Can I have a word?

You're Greg, aren't you? That's right.

What's your name again? Who's asking?

You met a friend of mine.

Oh yeah, who's that?

He drives a minicab.

He drives a candy cab.

You see, this morning, two butlerless
bastards gave him a good hiding.

So I thought I ought to talk to you two
about it.

I think you ought to be careful what you
say, mate.

As a kick in a cobbler's off on a fence,
know what I mean?

Arthur, you look after this one.

Is this one of them?

No.

I've never seen him before.

Oh, bloody time, too.

Oh, good morning to you and all. Have
you had a look out your window?

Well, no, I've been a bit busy.

What with?

Uh,

yeah, Debbie, this is Arthur.

Hello, Arthur.

Charming. No wonder you didn't notice my
property being dismantled in the

street.

What are you on about?

Take a look.

Someone's nicked the wheels.

Well, obviously.

Oh, my good God.

If he does artistic posing...

Hold on. Hold on.

It's one of my wheels.

Oh, I wouldn't know a thing about that.

You're going to try and sell me me own
wheels?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I freely admit I bought them only this
morning.

But I know you'll believe me, Terry,
when I tell you I have no idea where

came from.

He's only trying to sell me my own
wheels. You should have kept your eye on

motor. This is a very rough
neighbourhood round here.

Now, look, the main thing is to get you
back on the road.

Now, look, Barry didn't recognise that
kid, eh?

Who? Barry.

Barry, I... Oh, no, no, he didn't.

No, I was thinking he... I think he was
a bit frightened of the comeback.

Can't blame him, really, can you? I
phoned the other two drivers who got

They didn't want to know either.

They probably got the same message.

Yeah.

What I don't understand is how they know
their home addresses.

They probably just follow them home as a
sort of insurance.

So what now?

Well, keep punting, keep punting. With
any luck, those two hooligans will try

come back on you.

Oh, thanks, Arthur.

Yeah, and if they do, you'll be at
liberty to use all your natural talents

make them divulge what it's all about,
won't you?

Take it from me, they are only the
labourers.

Who's paying for these wills?

You pay for them. Ah, your tips.

Yeah, yeah, I'll take five.

Well?

Heard that this dude was working on the
boat.

He's only been with him a couple of
days.

And? He wants us to sort him out.

Sure, yeah.

You can count me out. That gig is a bit
too useful.

Yeah.

Still, he could have a bit of a gig with
his mother, eh?

Now, I'm sorry, madam. There's nothing
whatever available for at least 20

minutes.

Okay. Tell me about it.

No, I've got nothing to do.

Can you tell me about his wills? Yes.

Best thing on the car, and they get
nicked.

Anything else been happening?

No, apart from the fact there's only
nine drivers have turned up so far, and

turning away customers.

And the 28, all built in decayed mode,
Roger.

Roger, 28, make 14, Napier Street, going
to Barnes.

Roger.

Candy cabs.

No, sorry, there's nothing here at the
moment, but there shouldn't be more than

a few... Ignorant sod!

Been like this all morning!

I've got a blinding headache.

I'll make you a nice cup of tea.

Arthur, you thought any more about my
offer?

Five grand?

Sorry, couldn't begin to consider it.
Well, I suppose I could go to six.

No, I'm sorry, I'm not interested.

Piss off!

Was that the punter?

Probably. What's the matter with you?
Aren't things bad enough without you

insulting the punter? I told you I got
this blinding headache.

And quite frankly, Arthur, I'm thick and
tired of working 16 hours a day to line

your bloody pocket.

Here, I'll tell you what.

You have a taste of it. I'm going home.

I don't want that. Who is that?

What?

Tango?

Tango 1 -2.

P -O -B? What does that mean?

Caddy cabs.

Caddy cabs.

Tango 1 -8, mobile. What?

No, no, no, not what you. What?

Oh, you want to go to Acton.

Oh, you're in Acton.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Not all at once.

Oh, bloody hell.

Arthur, it's me, Terry.

Arthur!

Carry cabs.

Shut up!

Up yours, too.

I'm sorry about that. Hello? Hello?

What the bloody hell does that mean?

and what's happening?

I don't want to discuss it. It has a
disturbing nightmare quality.

Yeah? Why are all the phones off the
hook? Because they keep ringing, Terry.

They keep ringing.

That's the idea, isn't it?

Where's Kevin?

Don't ask me to talk about that ingrate.
After all I've done for him, helping to

set him up in business, letting him run
the place, giving him more than his fair

share of the profits.

Where's he gone?

He's gone home.

With, he claimed, a headache.

Left me with one.

What about all the other drivers? I
don't know. I suppose they've gone home

I want to go home.

Oh, God.

I want a cigarette.

You got a cigarette, young man?

Sorry, I don't smoke.

I'll tell you what, there's a shop round
the corner. We'll stop there, all

right?

But you stay in the car.

Thank you, young man.

You're very kind.

Are you all right, love?

All right?

All right? I should bloody well say I'm
not all right.

Yeah, but you're not hurt, are you?
Where's my cigarettes?

I dropped them, I'm afraid, while I was
chasing this.

Who's this, then?

This is one of the gentlemen responsible
for your little joyride.

Joyride?

Yeah, him.

Another big brave thing. Took the
handbrake off, didn't they?

Who are you, then?

I was getting your cigarettes.

I gave you a pound.

One pound.

That's the last time I use this firm.

Good. Little hooligan.

Oi! Drunken old bat.

Yeah, but later on she'll be sober and
you'll still be in trouble.

Now sit down, I want to chat.

Didn't think you'd still be here.

Oh, why's that, Kevin?

Well, I thought you'd have had enough
yesterday.

Yeah, I must admit, it did get a bit
hectic.

Yeah, well, now you know what it's like.

Not easy, is it?

No. No, no, I think you made your point.

Yeah?

I'm going to reconsider your offer.

You are?

Oh, well, that's great, Arthur.

I think we could come to some
arrangement in view of recent

I think developments, that's a key word,
I think, don't you?

No, it's got to be, got to be.

That's all there is to it.

Oh, we're not open for business today.

In view of these developments, I thought
I'd call a meeting of the board, i .e.

you and me.

Oh, Terry's here in what you might call
a supportive role.

Oh, yeah.

Here, before we go into the details, I
think it might be instructive for you to

have a look at something.

Tell us.

I got this from the planning department
in the town hall.

Interesting, isn't it?

What is it?

Well, this is what they call in the
trade a blueprint.

It's a blueprint of a new shopping
precinct.

Yeah, well, it's all very interesting.

What's he got to do with this meeting?

Lovely, isn't he?

Terrific. Come here, I'll show you.

See that?

That's a car park.

There's your bank.

Shops, various.

And here, where Candy Cabs now stand, a
supermarket.

No, I'm not with you. You're bloody
right you're not with me.

You thought you could cheat me by hiring
those hooligans to put the frighteners

on the drivers, run the business into
the ground and buy me out cheap, then

bingo, make a bundle out of selling the
freehold of this place. But you forgot

to take into account my deep -rooted
instinct for knowing when I'm getting

turned over.

Yeah, all right, so you've found out.

But as you have been turning me over all
this time...

Anyway, you're forgetting something.

I still own 40 % of the business.

True. And in view of your legal
position, that is, incitement to GBH,

arson, conspiracy to defraud, I have
decided to make you a very generous

for your share.

£2 ,000.

£2 ,000? Now, wait a minute, Arthur.

One, then.

You can't do this.

It's robbery.

No, Kevin.

Hitting old ladies over the head and
taking their handbags is robbery.

Everything else is business.

Arthur, I haven't got anything out of
this.

Yes, you have, my boy.

What?

Yours to keep.

That?

22, 23, 24.

25. 25 quid?

It's worth more than that for scrap.

Terry, it is scrap.

You're lucky to have a mate like me to
take it off your hands.

But we bought it off you in the first
place.

Yeah, but it's been used as a minicab
since then and been in a pile -up.

You ought to be paying me to take it
away.

Yeah, well, thanks a bunch, pal.

For a friend, any time.

You're making a wonderful investment
here, Mr King. You see... Under

law, the government insists you have to
buy the car in order to get the number.

So you're not just getting your own
personalised number plate with your own

exact initials, you're also getting a
wonderful little runabout for the wife

well.

Not bad for 250 quid.

Not bad at all, Des.

125 each, eh?

Have you met my partner?

I've changed the situation.

Right people, right time, just the wrong
location.

I've got a good idea.

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

I'm going to help you.

I'll do anything for you.

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