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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.