All language subtitles for Minder s07e03 Days of Fines and Closures

Love you like you want me to.

Now, what we have here, Terry, is a pair
of stained urns in pristine condition.

I think it said pristine.

Pristine, that's what you call those
motors you try and knock out, isn't it?

There is pristine and pristine.

There most certainly is.

Late 18th century, estimated sale price
£750.

£750?

Well, you can get them in washable
plastic for three gallons of four -star.

You are unlikely to find washable
plastic being offered for sale in the

auction rooms.

What exactly are you hoping to find
here? Nothing in particular.

This is just a speculative foray into
the marketplace.

Oh, a foray, is it?

Your modern entrepreneur does not sit
idly by manicuring his pinkies. He's

constantly feeling the pulse of public
fashion and taste, anticipating

demand, gazing into the crystal ball of
opportunity.

And what do your crystal balls tell you
about that, then, eh?

You're going to be a big ruff on
firewood.

No, Terry, that is...

That is an Indian, ebony and porcupine
quill workbox.

19th century.

Described as distress.

Distress? That's a term they use in the
auctioneering world.

Loosely translated as knackered.

As with most things in this life, Terry,
he's in the eye of the beholder. One

man's firewood is another man's
porcupine wasps.

Terry! Oh, thank God. I remembered you
saying he was going to be here.

It's David Winchester. He said he's in
urgent need of your help.

Well, what's the problem? I don't know.
He just asked me to find you as quick as

I could.

I'd better get you a phone.

What an amazing collection of crap.

Another Philistine.

Where? Where? Justin, look.

Take that lamp. That is late Victorian.

Yeah? I'd say it was early Woolworths.
Look, ain't even got a plug on it. Put

down. Put it down.

Dave? Yes, Terry.

Justin said you needed me.

Oh, yeah, thanks for calling.

I hope I haven't caught you in a bad
moment. Are you busy?

No, not really, no. You see, Arthur very
kindly has brought me to the place

where all the things that Oxfam rejects
come to die.

That's nice for you.

Look, Joe, I've got a real problem. I
don't know who else to talk to.

Well, what is it?

Well, I don't want to talk about it on
the dog, but could you get over here in

the next half hour?

Well, whatever you're after, looks like
you're into some competition.

Must be a big demand, the crap.

A businessman, Justine, has to be like a
Boy Scout.

Wait here.

I think that's disgraceful. I've come
halfway across London. Now I've got to

come back next week.

That's disgraceful, isn't it?

Absolutely outrageous.

Dave?

So, where's the fire? There you go.

It's a bit early, isn't it?

At least I can do. Thanks for coming so
quick.

What's the trouble?

Look, Dale, I have been very badly let
down.

Arthur? Sam.

Sam Rutherford.

And my relief?

Well, don't you remember? I did tell
you.

Annual outing, licensed pitchers.

Oh, yeah, that's right. You're not
supposed to be here today.

Coach Tripper Folkestone or something,
innit? Right. Only for me it ain't.

My relief, Sam Rutherford, he's gone
down with flu.

So I was wondering, tell, if... Hold on,
hold on.

Do you mean to tell me you dragged me
half the way across London just to

me? Who else can I ask, then?

The wife's on holiday.

And as for letting any other member
loose behind this bar...

That'd be like letting a sex maniac
loose on a brothel with a gold credit

Look, Joe, I'm desperate for this day
off.

I don't know.

Is it legal?

Of course it is. I wouldn't drop you in
it, would I?

Look, Joe, you know where everything is.
You know the prices.

There's a float in the till.

It's only for today.

Forty sods in your hand, plus a souvenir
from folks. Now, what do you say?

Make it a stick of rock.

You're a real mate, Joe.

Hello. I'll pick up the keys from your
place first thing tomorrow morning.

And don't forget the Winchester Club's
three golden rules.

Namely, no drunks, no singing, and no
credit.

Cheers.

Now, come along, gentlemen. I see more
people in the phone box I see before me

today. Now, lot 10, who'll start me off
at £500? Do I have a bid?

£500? Thank you, sir. £500 it is. Do I
hear £550?

Thank you, sir.

£550 it is.

He's bouncing bids up the wall. It's
smart.

In case you're in the Camelaire coach
bidding again. Do I hear 600?

Do I hear 600?

Do I hear six?

Do I hear 600 pounds?

Do I hear six?

Thank you, sir. 600 pounds it is.

Get rid of him.

Do I hear 650? Come along, gentlemen. I
want Camelaire eliminated.

Do I have a bid?

Do I hear 650?

Do I hear 650?

650 with you, sir. Do I hear 650?

Thank you, sir.

£650 it is.

Do I hear £700?

£700. Come along, gentlemen.

Thank you, sir. £700 it is. It's against
you, sir, at £750.

£750, sir. Do I hear £750?

Thank you, sir.

£750 it is.

Do I hear eight?

Thank you, sir. £800 it is.

Oh, you seem to have frightened your
opposition away, sir.

£800, then all done.

Great one.

Can't swipe.

So, your name, sir?

McCann.

Lord, Lord, Lord, listen. Can you please
speak in English?

Whoever you are.

Greek restaurant down here at the
station. Nick is a good friend of mine.

are you talking about? Likes to chat and
it.

Not 50p, please. Excuse me, would you
mind? My wife's in maternity and I have

ring the ward every 30 minutes.

Thank you.

Are you sure that's going to be all
right for tonight?

Check them behind the bar.

Arthur Daly, wherever you are. May you
get strapped down by a bus.

No, not a bus. That's too quick.

A tank.

Yeah.

A tank.

Hello. Hello, Tony.

Yours truly.

Arthur?

Now, what the bloody hell's going on?
I'm stuck here. It's opening night

tonight. Nothing's arrived yet.

Where's all my gear?

Having opening night nerves, are we,
Tony?

Fret no more.

The unqualified success of Rapange
Sporting Man's Club is assured. I've got

everything on your shopping list.

Everything? Everything.

Glasses, optics, cocktail shaders. All
in mint condition.

At the price we agreed.

£2 ,000.

Cash on delivery.

Now, what about Terry?

Look, the stuff will be with you within
the hour.

Terry? Don't fret. It's all arranged. I
told you.

Tell her.

Captain, where's Terry?

Music may be the food of love, Tombo,
but in this world, one also needs wage

use.

Hello, Reggie.

Mr Cooper'd like a little word with you.

I'll enter 500 next week, Mr Cooper.
Straight up, seven days from now, the

be in your hand.

I believe you, Reg.

You'll give me the seven days, then?

Certainly, Reg.

But that leaves me with a problem.

I don't want it put round West London
that I've gone soft.

Understand me, Reg?

Image.

Reputation.

It's not going to work, Ronnie, I'm
telling you.

Oh? Who's upset our Welsh wizard today,
then, eh?

You've been in to see the Chief Super,
haven't you?

You're trying to get the station office
out of back your campaign against the

Winchester. Too right I have, Taff. The
place should never have been allowed to

open. But don't you see, Ronnie?

Long as it's open, we know where most of
the local villains can be found.

Close it down and they'll be scattered
to the four winds of West London.

The place is nothing but trouble.

Trouble. There's more action in the
reading room of the local library.

Cherry? What's going on? I'm looking
after the bar for Dave, aren't I?

Two of his pet monkeys got a bit out of
order, didn't you?

Wait in the car.

Fletcher? Yes, Mr Cooper?

No bloodstains on the upholstery.

Right.

Our thing's at the bottom end of the
market.

Thriving, John, thriving.

I've just made a valuable contribution
to our export drive. The Middle East?

No, more your deep south.

I take it you are here to do business
with Dave?

£2 ,000 worth.

Tell Dave Harris I called round to
collect.

Very disappointed to find him out.

Very disappointed, Arthur.

He thinks Dave's done a runner, owed him
two grand.

He's paranoid.

What time is Dave going to be back?

Sometime after midnight.

He's going to pop round on my gaff in
the morning to collect the keys.

Oh, my God.

Give us a big one, quick.

Cash only, you know. No credit. Oh,
never mind all that. This is medicinal.

You've just given me a terrible shock.

I don't care if I've given you measles.

Do you mean to say you're planning to
spend the entire evening here in the

Winchester? Yeah, that's right.

See, Dave arranged a day out and his
relief let him down.

Well, why does he have to phone you? Why
can't he phone Alcoholics Anonymous?

Didn't you ever think of helping out a
mate if he's in trouble?

No. Forget I ever said that. Stupid
question, really, wasn't it?

Terry, good deeds of a boy scouts. I'm
far too old for woggles, funny hats and

silly trousers.

I don't know why you're getting so upset
anyway. It's no skin off your nose.

You have been invited to the opening of
Tony Benson's nightclub.

Have I? Yes.

Yeah, well, I'm sure my absence won't be
noted.

It will be well noted. You're part of a
package deal.

Package deal?

Yeah, glasses, optics, cocktail shakers
and head of security.

Bouncer, you mean?

Oh, yeah, that and all, just for the
first week.

Now, he wanted to put a lad in from
south of the river, but I said no.

There's only one good minder in London,
and that is Terry McCann. And this is

the thanks I get.

I suppose it never occurred to you that
I might have a view about dressing up in

a monkey suit and poncing around a
nightclub all week? The wages were

useful. 200 sobs, less VAT.

Look, I'm sure Dave wouldn't mind if you
just closed this place down just for

tonight. No, I'm sorry, I'm not leaving
here till closing time.

Well, who's going to mind the nightclub?

I don't know.

Ask Cooper if you can borrow his two
idiots.

Uh, that's, uh, 178.

Put it back.

Cheers.

Well, I think Dave Harris has definitely
done a runner and left McCann holding

the baby. Thank you, Tombo.

No doubt about it. He's put your two
grand in his bin and split.

So what do you suggest?

Well, I suggest we go back there, give
McCann a good hiding, and then burn the

Winchester down.

I'll second that.

We'll give Mr Harris until tonight to
come back and pay up.

What if he doesn't pay?

It's down to Fletcher.

The Arthur Daly Motor Car Showroom. This
is the proprietor speaking.

I've got the glasses. I've got the
optics.

I've got all the equipment you promised
us to fly. Except the most important

part.

Now, where's my minder?

Ah, now, there's been what you might
call a technical itch. You see, everyone

wants Terry, and he's double booked.

I know you consider it essential to have
him there for opening night. Essential?

What cause is essential?

I want him. Now, I'll never do business
with you again.

Why don't you postpone it till tomorrow?

You must be joking.

Our deal was simple.

Club equipment, plus Terry McCann for £2
,000.

If Terry McCann's not here, you don't
get paid.

That idiot right cut is not going to get
the winch at the close down if I can

help it.

Now where is Mr Harris?

Hello there.

There's no one in.

Haven't seen him since yesterday
morning.

Has there been a murder?

Why do you ask that, madam? Some man
came yesterday in a flashy car.

Very nice.

Very nice indeed.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Looking for anything in particular,
Sergeant?

I might be.

Then again, I may not be.

I see.

In a bit of a hamlet mood today, are we?

Where were you last night?

What part of last night?

All of it.

Well, early on, I was at Winchester.

Do you have a good time?

Good morning, Terence.

Good morning.

Is this a private party, or can anyone
join in?

I better phone the police.

I've got strange men in my house.

I hear you had some aggravation from
Cooper and his friends.

There was nothing I could do.

Cooper came looking for money with Mr.
Harreth Otham, and you told him what to

do. Is that the size of it yet?

This is a very bad time to indulge in
fighting in Winchester.

Elements within the local station are
determined to get the club closed.

I shall be very unhappy if that club is
closed.

Why? You hardly ever drink there anyway.

Oh, but you and Arthur do.

And so do most of the criminal class in
this area.

Now, I'm a neat man.

And having you all under one roof is
very neat.

And I want it to stay like that.

You two will ensure that the club stays
open.

It's nothing to do with Arthur. No, no,
no. Dave's the man you want to see for

that. Aye.

He's a man I'd very much like to see.
That's why I'm here.

Where is he?

Probably sleeping off his chariot trip
to Folkestone. He's not at home.

Hasn't been seen there since yesterday
morning.

And he's not at the Winchester.

He appears to have vanished off the face
of the earth.

I'm deeply worried, Terry.

Deeply worried. So am I.

If you share my concern, what are you
doing here?

Well, it's not much I know, but I
thought I'd hold the fort until

turns up again.

Well, it's good to know you share my
concern, mate. I'm not talking about

I'm talking about Tony Benson.

Holding a large sum of my money because
you let him down.

You really are the most selfish, self
-centred git I've ever known.

God knows what's happened to Dave and
all you're worried about is money and

Penn Sporting Man's club.

Selfish? Self -centred?

Me?

Yeah, yeah, all right, Sam, yeah. But
listen, if you hear from him, for God's

sake, let me know, will you?

Right.

Cheers, mate, and I hope your flu gets
better.

Ta -ra.

Excuse me, I'm looking for the
proprietor, Mr David Harris.

Join the queue. Who are you?

I'm his solicitor.

Who are you?

Hello?

Oh, um, well, I don't know, really.

Yeah, this is the Winchester, but I
don't know what you normally deliver.

Well, just bring what you normally
bring.

Is it on account?

It's nothing, OK. Yeah, well, just bring
it along. All right, I'll see you

later. Cheers. Bye.

Give us a large one, Terry. It's turning
into one of them days.

A touch early for alcohol, isn't it?

You look after your liver, Squire, I
look after mine.

I don't care if your liver turns to
stone. I am concerned that my client

his licence.

I've solicited her.

Oh, have no fear, Mr... Shanks. William
Shanks.

No, no laws are being contravened.

We are acting in locus parentis.

I beg your pardon?

We are in charge in Dave's absence.

Ah, excellent.

Where is Mr Harris, by the way?

We don't know.

When's he coming back?

We don't know that either.

Would you say that he left you in
charge?

Absolutely and completely.

So I'm sure you won't object?

Oh, no, not at all. In fact, I think
I'll join you.

I'll have a large brandy, please.

I usually have one when I come to see
him.

I shall require you both in court this
morning. Court?

When Mr Harris applied for a renewal of
his licence, there were several small

technicalities to be resolved.

These have now been sorted out.

The case was adjourned until this
morning.

As you two have taken his place, I shall
require you both in court this morning.

I think I may have misled you slightly,
Mr Shanks.

Terry is the one who's keeping an eye on
the bar.

What are you doing, then?

Keeping an eye on Terry.

Oh, well, I shall require you in court
this morning.

Oh, don't worry.

It's a mere formality. Only take a few
minutes.

You've got to go to Penge.

I'm not leaving here until Dave comes
back. Did Drake go mincing around

lager and light ale when the Spanish
invaded with the Armada?

Did the rank -and -file cocker -deafen
when Kitchener said he wanted to play an

away match in France?

Penge needs you.

Knickers.

Could you possibly wear a...

That's Rykel. I wonder what he's doing
here.

I wouldn't say close.

Probably fitting up some poor sod.

Found David then?

No.

Well, I'm glad to see you're concerned
about him.

Well, we all are.

Then why aren't you at court, helping
McCann protect his business?

Day's not the only one who'll have a
business.

Right cut is planning to make things
very awkward this morning.

Terry can take care of himself.

Aye, in a punch -up, maybe. Not in a
courtroom.

They'll shred him, and you know it.

Your place is in the courtroom alongside
him. My place is here, earning my

living. Why does Terry McCann hang about
with a chancellor like that?

Come on, he can't hear us.

Cut one of his veins and small change
would pour out.

Counterfeit, of course.

I'm Arthur Daly of West London, not
Mother Teresa of Calcutta.

I got it, Baldy.

Oh, thank you.

I got it, Baldy.

Oh.

Thank you, Rob.

What's on today's menu, Frank?

Oh, it's usual fare.

A few new applications from the renewal
of the Winchester Club.

That might prove diverting.

With the police opposing them.

But I gathered a licensee, one David
Harris.

He's missing.

I've got some bad news.

It's the only kind you get in your game,
isn't it? What's up?

I'm booked to appear in two courts at
the same time.

Ah, that's a clever trick.

So who's going to look after the other
geezer?

Well, I have. Oh, charming.

I've tried to get the other case put
back, but the bailiffs won't alter the

running order.

Well, they wouldn't, would they? I mean,
these places aren't put here for our

benefit, are they?

Just explain to the court the
circumstances you outlined to me on the

It's a mere formality.

I'll join you as soon as I can.

You look as if you've just got a five
stretch.

I thought you were fighting the Armada
at Penge. No, no.

No, I just thought I'd pop in, make sure
you didn't get in any trouble.

Where's your solicitor?

He's got two cases on at the same time,
hasn't he? What?

I lost the toss.

That is a liberty. We are not prepared
to put up with that. You're Arthur Daly.

Who says?

I'm Rob Muldoon, friend of Dave's.

You're looking after a Winchester,
aren't you?

I don't think you should answer that
question.

Not without your solicitor being
present. Don't worry about him. It's jet

That's right, I'm looking after the
Winchester. Why?

I think we'd better have a wee word
about what's going to happen this

Now, if we could just run over the
principal reasons why the police are

objecting to renewing the licence of the
Winchester club.

I'm relying on you, Terry.

No, no, look, don't involve me in your
personal vendetta with Rycock.

Anyway, what about Dave?

You all come up with anything yet?

No.

Do your best.

Yeah, I will.

Please be seated.

Thank you.

I swear that the evidence I shall give
shall be the truth, the whole truth, and

nothing but the truth, so help me God.

Mr. McCann, am I correct in saying that
you are running the Winchester Club

on Mr.

Harris's behalf?

Yes, sir. You see, what I... May I
intervene, my lord? I am Arthur Daly, a

business associate of Terence and
David's. In the absence of a member of

bar... I would like to act on Mr.
McCann's behalf.

Right. In that case, Mr.

Daly may represent you.

Oh, no.

Thank you, my lord.

Oh, Mr. Daly, this is not the old
Bailey, and I am not a judge.

I appreciate your desire to show respect
to the bench, but a plain sir

will suffice.

Thank you, sir.

The police are very strongly opposed to
a license renewal for a variety of

reasons. Call on Detective Sergeant
Rycock.

Mr.

Daly, I think your client will be more
comfortable in the will of the court.

Thank you, Your Worship.

I swear the evidence I shall give will
be the truth, the whole truth and

but the truth, so help me God.

No one else will.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Daly?

I said I think he looks ill.

Oh?

Oh, would you care to sit down?

No, thank you, sir.

Sergeant, perhaps it would be good
enough to tell the court why the police

objecting to a license renewal of the
Winchester Club.

Certainly, sir.

The licensee, a certain David Harris, is
currently missing.

We feel that his disappearance almost
certainly has criminal implications.

The investigation as to his whereabouts
is continuing.

I see.

But why would you be opposed to the
granting of a temporary licence, say, to

someone else?

Well, we have had a number of complaints
from the local residents. They seem

particularly concerned that the club is
used by known criminals.

There has been excessive noise, drunken
fighting.

Stolen property is frequently offered
for sale. In fact, crimes are frequently

planned in the club itself.

And finally, members of the public
passing by have been subjected to

suggestions of a sexual nature.

I think there's very little I can add to
the officer's evidence.

The evidence against the granting of
renewal is clearly overwhelming.

Mr. Daly, do you wish to question the
police officer?

Only briefly, Your Honor.

Very, very briefly.

Now then.

Constable. Sergeant.

Detective Sergeant.

Of course you are. Of course you are.

Now, you have given the impression to
this courtroom that all your attempts to

close the Winchester Club were the
official police position. It is my

police position.

But not, I think, your station
inspectors, who said in a memo to you on

subject, I see no valid reason to object
to the renewal of the Winchester's

licence.

Who told you that?

Are you disputing it?

Because if you are, I will ask the court
to adjourn and we will put the station

inspector in the box.

I am objecting. Oh, we know that.

But is it not odd that your superior
officer isn't?

And is it not also odd that your
colleague, Detective Sergeant Jones, the

officer investigating the disappearance
of the licensee, is not objecting?

And is it not also as well odd that
there is not one single note in your

station's logbook about these complaints
you allege you received?

I think you'll agree, Your Honour, that
what we have here is one petty jumped

-up policeman trying to chuck his weight
around.

I want to know where you got all those
details from.

And well you might, Ronnie, well you
might. But in here, I ask the questions,

you give the answers.

Is there anything else you wanted to
add, Sergeant?

Yes, sir.

I further object to this renewal on the
grounds that McCann is not a fit and

proper person to run a drinking club.

I would like to offer the Winchester
Club protection, Your Honour, under

10 of the Licensing Act of 1964.

I apply for a protection order for the
Winchester Club.

Oh, do you now?

Well, then perhaps you'd like to take
the witness box.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Look, you didn't even want me to work in
the Winchester.

Now you're offering to take over the
licence. What's going on?

Rycock was about to trot out your police
record.

Is that why you came in?

To stop him doing that?

Let me make one thing clear. I am not
working behind that bar.

I want to see you two in the very near
future.

What for?

Buy you both a large one.

I wouldn't have missed that for a week's
pay.

Very impressive, Arthur.

I'd like to congratulate you.

What a friend for.

Lucy, Harry.

Have you heard from Dave?

No, Arthur.

But I bet he has. What are you doing?

Arthur's been a great... What have you
done with my

husband? This is no place for a punch
-up, right?

Arthur's been trying to... Honestly.

What am I supposed to...

It's nothing to do with Arthur, lovey.
He's only doing a good deed.

Oh, well, that proves it. When did
Arthur Daly ever do anyone a good deed?

dear. Oh!

There's dirty work at the bottom of
this. Oh, don't move!

And it's got your name on it. Now, I'm
going down to the local net to sort them

out. You watch your sticky little
fingers with the Winchester stock.

Oh,

well, the sooner we find Dave, the
better.

You and your so -called good deeds.

Baden, bloody pal.

Brand new tip for that one.

Just understand me on this, Arthur.

No one, I repeat, no one let me down
twice.

Last night's opening passed without a
new violence.

I don't want to push my luck.

Now, I ask you, you want your turn,
Greg.

So where's Terry? Well, look, I grant
you, Tony, there has been a small to

medium hiatus.

See, the thing is...

I am now able to offer you an absolute
bonus.

Bonus? What do you mean? What kind of
bonus?

No, no, don't go on. Listen to me,
listen. Look, this comes to you

free. Now, I grant you that Terry is
useful, but this replacement is twice as

useful.

Let me put it this way.

I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side
of him.

Oh, yeah?

Who is he? His name's Justine. And no,
before you say anything, he is not a

girl. It's one of them either -or names,
like Leslie or Billy.

Now... He will be there at seven o
'clock tonight, and I will be round in

morning to collect my two grand.

All right?

I suppose so.

Just make sure he gets here.

Don't worry.

Bye -bye.

And this is only the beginning.

I understand, Arthur.

You look after me, I look after you.

Yeah, but what about Terry? He ain't
going to get the hump with me joining

firm, is he?

No, no, no, of course not. He'd be the
first to agree this time we've got some

fresh blood on the team.

Now, this job will be a doddle.

Most of Tony's clientele are old -age
pensioners.

And 150 sobs in your hand at the end of
the week.

Yeah? At less VAT.

Oh, of course. Right, handsome.

I'll be up then.

Oi! What's your watch? What are you
doing?

You what? You heard? Well, you're
muttering as well as punching.

What did you say?

Oh, no, I know. Well, you've got a
licence for these two. If I was you, I'd

them muzzled.

Oh, would she now?

Yeah. And another thing.

If you're going in to see Arthur, you
make sure you show him some respect,

right? Because he can turn very ugly.

Just marking your cards, lad.

Who was that?

One of those glue sniffers.

Irreversible brain damage.

No, no, no, no. I don't know if it was
any drinks or hospitality, Arthur.

The boys have helped themselves.

This won't take long.

Word has reached my royal ear that
you've been granted a protection order

Winchester and that you're the new
licensee. Now, you're going to need all

protection you can get, Arthur.

Isn't it, boys?

The owner of the Winchester owes me two
grand.

As the new owner of the Winchester, you
know only two grand.

So either you find Dave Harris or two
grand.

And a large brandy for me. Thank you,
Sondland.

You do like your brandy, don't you?

Just protecting one of my investments.

I am.

Anyway, we must toast your triumph in
court.

You have the talk of the robing room.

Thank you, Mr Shanks.

Now, about Dave. He's got to be found,
and found quick.

I mean, if I wanted a career in boozers,
I'd have married a Guinness heiress.

Listen, we were just wondering if
there's anything in Dave's business

that might explain his disappearance.

No, his business affairs are completely
above board.

This protection order that I've been
granted, can that be transferred to Lucy

Harris now she's appeared on the scene?

No, not until the next quarter sessions
in a month's time.

You mean I've got to run to Winchester
for a month?

That's about the size of it.

No, don't worry.

Terry's kindly offered to stay behind
the bar for you.

And if you want any advice on business
affairs, you can always ask Lucy or

indeed me.

Don't you let that demented woman near
me. I've had a word with her and

explained how you gallantly leapt into
the breach.

Now that she's calmed down, you'll find
her very receptive.

Ah. Oh, yes. Let me do that.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Yes. Thank you, Sandra.

A local villain, John Cooper, came into
the club yesterday looking for Dave.

But, more particularly, looking for Too
Foul.

Now, what's all that about? Cooper
wholesales in Wine and Spirits. David

does business with him. Nothing sinister
there. When Cooper's involved, there's

always something sinister. He's looking
for me to settle the debt.

Well, don't. If he takes you to court,
we can present an excellent defence.

Ha!

Cooper has a habit of settling out of
court.

Something to give yourself up then,
Daly.

What for?

The owner of the Winchester vanishes.
Next thing you'll run into place, two

two make four.

That's very good.

You'll be doing joined up writing next.

The memory of what happened in that
courtroom this morning will stay with me

a very long time. Yeah.

And while I'm on about it, who give you
all that information about police memos

and station records?

A little bird.

Yeah. Or a great Welsh tit.

Well, since you two are into birds,
remember this.

I shall be watching you both.

Like a hawk. Thank you very much.

It's early days yet. We are keeping an
open mind.

What about the blokes you went on this
outing with?

The Dyson's, the Chalets.

Most of them came home the worst for
wear.

We have contacted the court driver. Now,
he confirmed they waited an extra hour

at Folkestone and then went home.

From what we can make out, Dave Harris
appears to have vanished shortly after

lunchtime. Well, what about Cooper and
his goons, Terry?

We're looking at that.

Of course.

If you have any information... Well,
I...

What's the

look? Any

news? No, nothing yet.

Oh, well, don't worry.

He's going to turn up. He'll be all
right.

He's just not like him. I mean, he's
reliable.

He always has been.

Arthur, about this morning?

Yeah. Well, I'm sorry.

I mean, I'm really very grateful for
what you're both doing.

He's lucky to have two friends like you.

Oh, I like that.

I like that.

Yeah, we'll have a couple of them. Are
those different?

Different music type, different tune.

Very cute, very cute. Lovely.

We'll have two that play Drink to Me
Only and two that play Days of Wine and

Roses. Two of them? No, two each, four.
We'll see what you've got over there.

You'll do wonders for the bar trade,
Terry.

Are you sure?

You watch the takings rise.

Oh, look at that. I like that.

Oh, yes, I think we'll have some of
them, eh?

And the Winchester.

Yeah, I've always felt that Dave never
did enough to attract a passing Guardian

reader, you know? Is there any situation
you wouldn't exploit?

Lord, I hope not.

Sir, where is the ship?

Yes? Yes, go round and round and round.
Round and round and round. Now,

what I'm saying is this. Listen.

Are you totally clear what the drill is?

You talking about tonight?

No, you, Burke. I'm talking about when
you become the Queen of England.

Of course I'm talking about tonight.

Here.

You watch your mouth, son.

Just because Cooper's put you in charge.

I just don't want any slip -ups, that's
all.

I don't want our collars cut, you know
what I mean?

Oh, sweat.

It'll be a doddle. No, listen, Tombo, I
want my slip -ups. Come on.

Lift them for me. Here, for one minute.
Here, come here.

I can recommend the caviar.

Chop the avocado, spread the caviar on,
delicious.

What are you doing here, moonlighting
for the good food guide?

Just passing, you know.

Got a phone call a little while ago.

Oh, that must be nice for you. Anyone
special?

What he had to tell me was.

Look,

mate, you felt useful. Get us a melon,
will you?

I think you and Daly should keep a very
close eye on Cooper's place tonight.

Cooper? Why? What's he up to?

That's for you to find out.

Hold on. Are you asking Arthur and me to
do police work?

Just a little surveillance, that's all.

What's wrong with your mob?

Because at this stage of my inquiries
into the whereabouts of David Harris, I

could never get a surveillance sanction.

Why not?

Because of the cost.

We suffer from cost -cutting exercises
like the rest of the human race, you

know. No, look, Taffy... It's up to you.

He's your friend.

What are you doing?

What's been happening?

Well, if you had the courtesy to stay
awake, you'd know, wouldn't you?

Know what?

In the middle of the night... Yeah?

They all came out and had a candlelit
dinner right in the middle of the woods

there.

Nothing. Not a dickie.

You wait till I see that Welsh Wally.

Hold on, hold on.

What?

Come on.

What's the matter? I spilled the coffee.
It's scalding me. Don't worry about

that. We're going to lose them, aren't
we? But they're all up and wet. Come on,

give it to me.

Come on, hurry up. God, it's scalding.

I've burnt my washcloth.

Come on.

I think I gave up a good bed for this.

Her indoors will never believe I spent
the whole night in here with you.

Do you know what I gave up? What?

A little blonde bird from Shanks'
office.

She was going to come out of my place
and nibble on my avocado.

Well, quite honestly, you're not an
adequate substitute.

I'm very glad to hear it.

Terry, I've just had a thought.

They could have Dave's body in the boot
of that car.

I've been thinking the same.

Just stop him.

They're going into the back of the
Winchester.

Right, let's go. No, no, no, no. Hang
on, Terry.

Softly, softly, catchy Cooper.

Believe me.

No, no, I can't take any more of it.

Terry, Terry, there is more than one way
of stuffing an avocado.

Stay.

What's happening?

Do you see MacDonald?

Go.

Where's that?

Well, it sounds like one of these
obscene phone callers. He's asking for

Detective Sergeant Jones speaking.

Where have you been? They've taken all
of Dave's gear.

Terry, trust me, everything is under
control.

Scout's on.

Well that's one problem taken care of.

That to Mrs. Harris.

Well, danke schön for calling, meine
Herr.

Danke schön very much.

Yes.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Is he going to be all right?

He's perfectly all right.

He'll be home tomorrow.

Oh, thank God.

Sandra, celebration's in order. I'll
have a large brandy.

Mrs. Harris, Mr. Muldoon? No, thanks.
No, no, thanks. Right.

What happened?

He had a drop too much to drink in
Folkestone and went aboard the ferry for

Boulogne with a group of football
supporters.

He was arrested while demonstrating the
breaststroke in a fountain in Hamburg.

No, no, no, no, not there. Go back, over
there.

Backwards, go on, go on, go on.

Keep going, keep going.

Go on, go on, go on. There, there. Now,
stick it on the end of the counter.

No, no, push it, push it on a bit.

That's it. That's it. Keep it there.

Oh, look at that.

Perfect. Are you sure Dave's going to
like all this? Of course. He'll be over

the moon.

Chopped as a cockatoo. You wait and see.

You don't think you're a bit over the
top or anything? Over the top? Never.

Here you are, Tony. As promised, I've
brought young Terry over.

He can take over from Justine tomorrow
night. Right? Oh, definitely, yeah,

Come in here, the pair of you.

What happened here, Tony?

What happened?

Justine has been weighed in the balance
of found voices.

Why, what did he do?

What did he do?

He started this little lot.

That's what your so -called miner did.

My dreams of bringing a little culture
to the wastelands of South London gone.

All gone.

Be that as it may, Tony, you still owe
me two grand.

Oh. You can get stuffed.

And your equipment will be ready for you
to collect at lunchtime.

Terry, see to him. Oh, do leave off.

What? Look, and where's Justin?

Oh, Tom.

Justin?

You all right, mate?

Never mind all that, Tosh.

Careful, you.

Come on, Justin. I want an explanation.

Yeah, what happened?

Well, I could see this bird fancied me,
right?

But I thought nothing more of it because
I'm there on business, right?

And all of a sudden, her mate comes
rushing over, tells me her friend's in a

coma. So I did me best and remembered me
first aid from the Boy Scouts.

So there I am, giving her the kiss of
life, when some geezer comes steaming

me, some bloke, um, Frank Mitchell.

What, meat axe?

Well, stop lying around in bed and get
dressed.

I want you to give Terry Ann taking that
gear over from Benson's to the

Winchester. I'm going to let Dave have
it for the same price.

Well, 800 quid.

Boy, he's delirious, Terry. 800.

2 ,000 quid, Justine.

Seeing as how I prevented Dave from
paying Cooper two grand, I think the

he can do is invest in some decent car
equipment.

And let that be a lesson to both of you.

Never do a friend a favour unless he's
paying for it.

Come on, Terry.

See you, mate.

Lucy. Lucy.

Arthur.

There you go, mate.

Welcome home.

Arthur, Chell, how far I ever thank you
both for what you've done for me. Think

nothing of it, Dave.

That's what friends are for.

Come on, Kate.

Lucy. Bye.

See you later.

Bye -bye, Tom.

See you later.

Ha, ha, ha, Leo!

I'd be so good for you. I'd be so good
for you.