All language subtitles for Minder s10e09 Bring me the head of Arthur Daley

Thank you.

I hope you know I am sticking my neck
out here. What do you mean, George?

We are talking bulk, Arthur. Have no
fear.

I have located a rich seam of the goods
you require.

The country we're dealing with is
outside the EEC, recovering from a

bureaucratic nightmare.

Getting in and out involves a lot of red
tape.

The more that can be shifted in one go,
the better.

Arthur Daly, can you fill one of these?

How much are they all worth?

I've got five of these going out
Thursday.

They'll be chocker.

I shall need a little advance capital.

Before hand, up front.

No can do.

Oh, come on, George. I thought you said
this was a humanitarian mission.

Yeah, for them, not for you.

I've got over eggs.

Labour costs, logistics, transport.

I must have a button.

Arthur, I am not a hole in the wall. If
you need money, go to a bank.

got my letter.

Yeah. What, the old black felt tip left
of it?

How's Hammer Callaghan?

He's still gutted about his 18 months.

You'll get over it.

I've got someone else for you.

There's no one left, Charlie.

Charlie, they've all been sorted.

Not quite all.

Just one moment.

Yeah.

Well, I don't need all my wits about me
here.

Trying to get money out of old
Grantham's like trying to prize a bit of

pudding off a vampire.

Hard, is he? Like granite.

Here. Mr Daly, he'll see you now.

Thank you.

Good

morning,

my son.

You can tell Mr Grantham I'm here, will
you?

Mr Grantham is no longer with us.

He's moved on.

Moved on?

Well, who's taken over the overdrafts?
You mean our business advancement loan?

That's the lad, sir.

I'm the new business affairs manager,
London North West.

Are you really?

Oh, pleased to meet you. The name's
Daly, Arthur Daly.

Very well -appointed office, you have
here.

And if I was to say to you that I have
got in on the ground floor of a cast

-iron, copper -bottomed scheme... with
unlimited growth potential in a

commodities market, with an inbuilt
transport infrastructure, what would

reaction be?

I'd say, jolly well done.

Would you?

Pull up a chair.

It's just a good day, Arthur. We just
had a delivery this morning. Oh,

gratifying news, Oily. Wheels are in
motion.

Yeah, you're going to tell me now.

Ray. If you had kept abreast of current
affairs instead of shaking your foot

down a disco, you would realise we are
living in historical times.

From the Rhine to the Baltic, Eastern
Europe is undergoing major

at a rate of knots. Yeah, I had heard
rumours. So what is the first thing you

need in the reconstruction game?

Cement. After the cement.

Brick.

Scaffold it.

We're going to make Eastern Europe a
safer place to whack up a semi.

Take one of these after dinner tonight.

You should cut out the nicotine.

That's what's causing the
breathlessness.

There's not a lot else to do here.

Well, try to cut down.

Get yourself a hobby or something.

Like the bird man of Alcatraz.

You can't have it.

You've only got another couple of
months.

Don't want to blow it now.

The young lad came over dizzy.

Hello, George.

The goods are being loaded as we speak.

Yeah, I know you'll be pleased.

Yeah, they're at the lock -up awaiting
your collection.

So I shall await your brown envelope,
shall I?

Yeah, yeah, my pleasure.

Take care.

Ta -ra.

Sorry, mate. I didn't see you. You're a
menace. Why didn't you signal? Look what

you've done to my motor. Oh, I'm sorry.
Simple accident. Down to me, all right?

I'm not going to have you struggle.

There's no need to be like that. Look,
come on. Let's exchange details.

I've got to get a heat pro. You could
have stuck your hand out or something.

I didn't see you. I don't... Right.

Here's my name.

Hello. Yeah.

All right, boys.

Hey, Riley, I think you just had another
delivery.

Oh, yeah, go.

What's Arthur planning now, then?
Another canary walk or something? Yeah,

where'd they get all this gear from,
then?

Pick it up here and there.

Oh, yeah.

Come on in, Fagin.

Let's get this lot shifted.

All right. All right, Dave.

Arthur, it's all done and dusted.

Truck's gone back to the rental.

You'll have to go and get the van. I've
had a shunt with a motor.

Oh, no, you're joking.

Was there much damage?

No, a wonky wing, bit of a dent in a
cab. He put his hands up.

You'll have to give me a lift tomorrow.

George is collecting his scaffolding.
Yeah, and that's another thing.

Where do you think Oily Rosset is
getting all his gear from?

Surprise me. He's got an army of kids
out there on the nick, armed to the

with wire cutters. Don't be so
scurrilous.

Here I am on the brink of a major
killing, and you're coming to cherub?

All I'm saying is we want to get the
stuff off our hands quickly.

All right.

All right.

I've got an early start. I'm going to
shoot. Catch you later. Yeah.

I don't know why he worries so much.

He's just careful, Arthur.

Faint art never won fair earner, Dave.
No, he concerns me. I mean, one of these

days I'm going to be hanging up my
crombie. Where's he going to be then?

Cast a drifter on Wild World without a
mature man's hand to guide him.

He'll never get anywhere if he frets
over every little thing.

You're not thinking of retiring, are
you? Far from it, Dave. I'm on a roll

No, no, I just was hoping a little bit
of my charisma would have brushed off on

him, that's all.

Yeah, let's have another one, Dave.

Oh, God, what now?

Can I help you?

This your car, is it, sir?

Yeah.

Been involved in an accident, have we?

No, no, I'm a stock car racer.

What does it look like? Did you report
this?

No, I didn't. It's a minor collision.

We exchanged details quite amicably.

There you go.

We don't have to report our every move,
do we? I mean, it's not a police state

yet.

I would have thought you had more
important things on your mind.

Where were you in the early hours of
this morning, Mr Daly?

In bed.

Where any self -respecting citizen would
be.

Failure to stop and report an accident
is a very serious offence. Yeah, that's

what I'm saying. I did stop. You've got
the details there.

A cab driver in his cab in Church Road.

Yeah. No such insurance company, no such
cabbie, no such number.

Oh, tall bloke.

Dark, surly manner.

I'm not interested in your phantom
cabbie.

I'm more interested in five cars being
written off in the early hours of this

morning by your Jaguar. No, no, no.
You're barking up the wrong end. I'm

not. Your car, your number plate, and
it's all on video.

Will you sit down?

This whole proceeding is a travesty. I
want my justice heard. Please sit down,

Mr Daly.

I will not be pilloried. An Englishman
has his rights, one of which is not to

have his collar felt for something he
hasn't done.

Nobody is being pilloried. We are trying
to establish the facts.

Now, the accident in question... It was
nothing to do with me.

So you keep saying.

And I will continue to do so until the
truth is heard.

Are you suggesting that your car
travelled to Hudson all on its own?

No, I'm suggesting my car was outside
the Winchester Club all night.

The video evidence suggests otherwise.

Well, the video evidence is an ass.

So it's here you pleaded guilty anyway.

That is correct.

Well, which is it?

Guilty or innocent?

Guilty of having a shunt.

Innocent of the carnage in Arlesden.

I think we'd better discuss the crime.

800 quid fine and 50 extra for wasting
the court's time. And they call that

justice. You best put it behind you now,
Arthur.

Put it behind me? With my motor cropping
up all over London without me?

It's not natural.

Could it be some kind of prank?

Prank? Prank?

Ringing a bell and running away is a
prank. Bucket of water on the top of the

door, that's a prank.

This is a calculated malicious act by a
disturbed personality.

A carefully planned and highly dangerous
piece of chicanery that could have

ended in bodily injury.

All the hallmarks of mental instability.

Reggie?

Arthur.

Good morning to you too.

Good, good. How's your dear lady wife?

Oh, good, good. You don't think she
could use her microwave, do you?

Only I'm doing a line at the moment at a
remarkably reasonable price.

Well, it's pretty much the same as other
microwaves. It's white, it's got a

little door, a thing that goes ping when
the food's ready.

But over and above that, It's got this
built -in... Oh, hold on, hold on. I'll

get back to you.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

No, just looking round.

Ah, no, no, you've got the wrong idea.

It's not a cash -and -carry. It's a
private warehouse.

Nice carpet.

Yeah. Yeah, it is, isn't it? What would
that be, then? A Wilton?

Axminster.

It's very striking.

I can't beat an Axminster.

How big is it?

Oh, lounge size, I'd say.

Is it for sale?

Oh, if the price is right, yes.

How much would that be, then?

Oh, carpet like this, fast colour, fully
underlaid, guaranteed pile.

Oh, you're looking at, um, 400.

Ah, I see.

Well, of course, if you're prepared to
pay cash, we could come to some... I am

Detective Constable Fitzgibbon.

I'm arresting you for receiving and
attempting to sell stolen goods.

Anything you say may be taken down and
presented in evidence against you.

The carpet was part of a large
consignment which was stolen from the

Carpet Company at the end of January.
The whereabouts of the remaining goods

still under investigation.

Thank you, officer. You may sit down.

Quite extraordinary.

You claim you had no knowledge of the
carpet on your premises.

May I be struck down where I stand?

I had never clapped eyes on the
aforementioned item until the officer

attention to it.

But the officer claims you tried to sell
him the stolen goods at a knock -down

price. This is a wrap. That was just an
unfortunate crossing of wires. I thought

he was talking about something else.

What exactly?

Well, my memory's a bit hazy, but I know
it was a simple misunderstanding,

because I had never seen that carpet
before in my life.

And you'd never been to the Delroy
Carpet Company in Brentford?

No, Your Worship.

I see.

Anything more to add?

No, Miss.

Not even in the interests of Variety?

Well, Mr Daly, this is not the first
time you've appeared before me, is it?

To be wrongfully arrested once could be
considered unfortunate, but twice in one

week makes a curse.

Sentence deferred, pending a pre
-sentence report. Thank you, officer.

I'd like you to call me Frank.

No, thank you. I prefer formality.

I may have been all before the courts,
but I have my standards.

As you wish.

Now, it's my duty to report to the
magistrates in reference to your

You mean you can get me off, Frank?

Oh, no.

I'm afraid you've already been found
guilty.

But let's start with some question.

How do you feel?

Fine.

About the theft?

Stitched up.

Oh, now, let's not be too harsh on
ourselves.

What do you mean? I didn't do it.

I never knit the flaming carpet.

How did it end up in your warehouse?

It was planted there. It was a fit -up.

I see.

So it was a fitted carpet.

I pay 25 pence in the pound towards your
wages. If I want comedy, I'll go down

the pier.

Do you often feel people are getting at
you?

All stand.

Please stand, Mr. Daly.

You have been found guilty of a very
serious offence.

It is now my duty to pass sentence on
you.

100 hours community service.

That's better than getting sent down.

You're missing a point, Dave. I'm
innocent.

This is the second time I've been
dragged through the British legal system

something I didn't do.

There's no doubt about it. There is
somebody out there lurking, waiting to

strike again.

Yeah, but who?

I don't know.

Could be anybody. Somebody he knows,
even.

Harbouring some secret malice.

Yeah, we could make a list of all the
people Arthur's crossed in some way over

the years.

We don't have that sort of time, Ray.

Dave, Ray, please.

Look, I am not a man who jumps at
shadows.

I pride myself that I steer a pretty
steady boat, but I'm going here.

I feel like the fox with the hot breath
of the hounds on the back of me neck.

If I go up before that beat once more,
I'll be sewing mailbags, wearing the

pair of socks all week, and begging
snout from ardent convicts staring at me

across the mince.

Funny you hadn't tried to sell him the
carpet.

Oh, that's right. Blame me. It's all my
fault.

Can I remind you, I am the victim here.

A dark, shadowy hand has entered my
affairs.

Yeah, but, Arthur, why did you try and
sell him the carpet?

Because it was there!

It was all a blur.

All I could think was 400 for a carpet
I'd never even seen before. Yeah, but he

was obviously a copper. You could tell
by his boots.

Yeah. Look, when are you going to start
to see a community like?

I don't know.

I have my interview in the morning.

I am your community service officer, so
any problems you bring to me... Now,

when are you available for work?

Well, I thought I'd take a gentle run
-up. We expect two days a week, minimum,

nine to four.

If you're so much as 15 minutes late,
you'll be marked down as a miss.

Three misses will be regarded as a
breach of your service order and you may

reported back to the court for
additional sentencing. Clear?

Crystal. All right. Now, have you any
particular skills or training which we

could bear in mind when allocating your
field of work? Skills?

Oh, such as carpentry, electrical
training. No.

Decorating. No, we always get someone
in. Building skills, setting guilds or

situ experience in the workplace.

No, you're talking blue collar. I'm
white collar.

What is your occupation?

Auto dealer. I'll sell retail.

40 years management experience.

Currently engaged as infrastructure
consultant in a major East European

development project.

I'll put you down for gardening.

Atkinson. Yeah.

Peters. Yeah.

Cropper. Yeah.

Daly.

Daly. Arthur Daly here.

Arthur Daly.

Am I all right parked just here?

You're late.

Another couple of minutes and I've had
you down as a miss.

Don't tell me.

It's appalling.

Anger lane's chocker.

We're in here, aren't we?

I should avoid the A40 if I were you.

Nobody said anything about parks. I
specifically requested indoor work.

It's not a holiday, you know.

You're one of them city financial
advisors, aren't you?

Yeah, I know your sort.

What's this?

Put holes in the topsoil.

Aerate it. I'm not dressed for aerating.
You know better next time, won't you?

Not there.

Makes me sick.

One law for the rich and another for the
poor.

Your pinstripes suits up the city
ripping off millions.

I keep telling you I don't work in the
city.

Stuffing your shareholders, was it? Eh?

I nick a few cassettes and we get the
same sentence.

Nah, that ain't right.

I haven't got any shareholders.

What are you doing here, then?

If you must know, I was accused of
stealing a carpet.

Oh, that's nice.

A domestic, was it?

Having it away with some little old
lady's rug.

What they should do with these financial
advisers is chop off their eggs and put

them on spikes up Tower Bridge, just as
a deterrent to the others.

That's what they did in the old days.

They didn't have financial advisers in
the old days.

Any chance of me getting off by two?

I've got you down here for seven hours.

Well, there's no point in sitting here
all day in the rain, is there?

It's not a picnic, you know.

Community bloody service.

A hundred hours.

I suppose I haven't put away.

I've spent on bloody day trips.

Community service. What, the school boys
are caught making smokes?

What can I say?

He had a green record.

You're losing it, Hayley.

What's happening in this country?

When I started, you got caught blagging.

You got put away and a story.

The yob's running riot in the streets.
Now they end up doing day -trip painting

nurseries. Keep it down, Knowles.

I'll hit him again, Charlie.

You do?

Don't piss about.

The filth obviously on him served up on
a platter.

Ray?

Yeah. Listen, dig out one of them
microwaves, will you?

They're behind the bird bars.

By the foot spas.

Do you want a 650 watt or a 500?

Oh, let me see.

You'd better make it a 650.

I'll charge you the same as I would for
a 500.

What will you? A mountain bike.

Dig out a 10 speed, will you?

Yeah, all right, all right. Listen, Ray,
what video games have we got left?

Moonfighter 3?

No, you don't want that.

Bernie the Bumblebee?

Oh, yeah, he likes that.

All right, right? Yeah, I'll get on it.

Well, well, well.

It's a friendly neighbour of Bobby's.
We'd like to have a look around your

uncle's premises.

Yeah, I bet you would.

Well, come in.

You won't find anything.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

I've known Daly longer than I care to
remember, and he was never anything

than careful.

So what's happening here? You tell me.

I don't follow.

Arthur is a lot of things to a lot of
people, but one thing he's not is a hit

-and -run driver.

Which is exactly what he told you, I
believe.

Better men than me have made it their
life's work to nail Arthur Daly, and

they've all ended up frustrated, broken,
bitter men.

Now, all of a sudden...

I can't finish a cup of coffee without
some concerned citizen telling me

got new information about Arthur's
latest piece of flighty footwork.

Who's got it in for him, Ray?

Over the last 10, Scarlet Street, being
pressed down by Adelsrock. Adelsrock

finishing very strongly and at the line
in Scarlet Street.

Spitched out. Tight as a kipper.

And you've been hit three times, you
see?

Once in the car and twice in the lock
-up. And the old Phil were on them all

like a shot. Yeah.

Lateral thinking.

That's the secret in these cases, you
know? You have to come at it from a

different angle.

Have you got an idea?

Don't rush him. He's piecing it
together.

There's been nothing on the street about
you.

But... But what?

There's a snip in the next race.

Teriyaki. Six to one.

Arthur, this is a complete waste of
time. He's an old con and a blag.

How little you know, Ray.

Gossip may look like a turnip, but he's
got a brain like a giant computer. I

once heard him recite, every bus route,
stop by stop, terminus to terminus, in

Greater London and parts of Luton.

Well, that's handy.

The more I think about it, the more I
recognise the handwriting.

It puts me in mind of a right nasty that
happened to a face by the name of Emma

Callaghan. What sort of nasty?

Well, his motor was written off by a
minicab. He ended up in hospital with

police at his bedside.

Had this oldle full of nanny gear that
they found in his boot.

Didn't stack up.

Oh, God. Well, the gear in the oldle was
checkbooks, credit cards.

Hammer don't read all right.

He still went down.

Where can we find this Hammer Callaghan?

They'd certain a 330A, Doc.

I'm not sure this is a good idea, asking
an old lag to talk about his nefarious

past. He could turn ugly.

He wasn't known as the Hammer for
nothing.

Are you Hammer Callaghan?

Who wants to know?

We're interested in your accident.

Someone got into there, Ed, that I'd
done the dirty on them. Who? Hammer.

You remember the Wilson sorting office
job?

What, the great mailbag, Blagg? The
what?

Before your time, son.

Course!

Emma Callaghan.

You were in on that, weren't you?

You nearly got away with a quarter of a
million.

It was in all the papers. He was a minor
celebrity.

Well, it was a complete fiasco from
beginning to end.

One of the clerks got badly done, and we
was all put away.

Charlie Knowles got life for tapping the
postie, and the rest of us got free to

seven. Might have fit up with the
checkbooks, then.

Well, after we'd done our time for the
Wilson job,

Charlie still had a lot of bird to do.

Rumour has it he'd gone sour, felt he
was doing other people's time.

So he put out a few buns and the old
firm started going down again.

Did this ring your bells, Arthur?

Not a tinkle.

Yeah, but you mentioned others.

Larry the lookout, he was fitted up in
the burglary. He's still inside for

Bennett the driver.

He collected a couple in Pentonville for
fake MOTs. Well, do you reckon we could

talk to him?

Well, let's hope he's more elk than ammo
was. He better be.

Oh, this restaurant looks a bit lumpy.

I do hope you ladies enjoyed your meal.

Now, do call again.

We have a special on the Bill Venetia
next week. Now, that's the dish that won

the Golden Ladle.

Now, look, Nathal, I'm legal now. I
don't need the likes of you coming round

here, upsetting my customers, banging on
about armed blacks.

But, look, I need your help. If you need
my help choosing a suitable Chianti to

complement your cheese nachi, then I'm
your man. If you want to rake up the

past and delve into things that's best
left alone, you can sod off.

Now, shift, or I'll set the waiters on
you. Come on, Arthur, we're embarrassing

the man.

Can't be easy when you're fouled up as
badly as he did on the Wilson job.

Fouled up? What are you talking about?

It was the perfect crime.

The office was being refurbished,
roadworks outside.

England were in the World Cup the first
time they faced Germany since 66, so the

streets were deserted.

Was that in a picture Emma painted, was
it? What would that cauliflower know?

It was all going sweet till Charlie
Knowles decides to come the hard man.

We're meant to be straight in and out,
but no, Charlie don't like the way some

kid's looking at him, so he starts
laying into him with an iron bar. Excuse

Thank you, madam. Thank you, sir.

So it was down at the fisticuffs that
you got caught?

No. Still could have cracked it. We're
flying down the A4, half way to the safe

house, no sign of Old Bill.

Suddenly there's smoke everywhere.

The getaway car swallowed a valve doing
90. We end up in a ditch. We've got 200

grand in the boot and we ain't got an AA
car between us.

The police couldn't keep a straight
face.

So it was the car?

Yeah.

And where did you get this car?

I don't know. You have to ask the
quartermaster.

And who was that?

Geezer named Phelan.

Arthur, what exactly is a quartermaster
anyway?

Oh, he's like the buyer.

He gets all the equipment, you know, the
coshes and the stocking masks, that

sort of thing. Right.

Well, what's that?

I haven't been up here for ages.

It's creepy, isn't it? Don't worry,
Arthur. I'll hold your hand.

Right, where do we start?

Here, who's Vera?

Friend of Dave's.

Never chuck anything away. You never
know.

What year are we looking for?

1970.

Got it.

Right, hang on. Right.

Yep. Got it.

There you are, 1969.

Good year, was it?

Bingo. 1970.

Yeah. You have a look through there.

Take a rest.

Oh, here's a good one.

Harry from the top, one ilman answer,
good goer.

Oh, they called it a business retreat.

Ray. Oh, but why do you keep hold of all
this stuff, eh? Ray.

What?

17th of June, G -Reg Rover, 3 .5 litre,
maroon coupe, eh?

1125 pounds, 17 and 6.

Mr. S. Phelan.

The quartermaster.

Arthur, you only sold him a motor for
heaven's sake. A motor that didn't work.

banger. A crate that landed him in
Chokey for 20 years. What landed Knowles

the nick was the liberal use of an iron
bar and an unprotected head. You know

that and I know that. But up there in
the scrubs, stretched out on his bunk,

an evil, vindictive thug who doesn't see
it that way. Yeah. And what are we

going to do about it?

We're going to go and see him.

See who?

Knowles, of course. We're going to go
down to Nick and have a word with him.

Have a word with him?

Are you mad?

Have you listened to anything I've been
saying? Like evil, thug, vindictive?

Yeah. Right, clinically speaking,
Knowles is a fruitcake. He's had his

increased four times for thumping fellow
inmates and warders.

Exactly. We can't be doing his
aggravation.

We've got to have it out with him.

What an inspired idea.

Let's have it out with him. All right,
all right.

So what do you suggest?

Vigilance. What?

We put a ring of steel round the lock
-up.

Round -the -clock surveillance.

Whoever he's using to fit me up is going
to try again.

And when he does, we'll have him.

Well, Ray will.

Right, two -hour shifts.

Ray first, then you, then me. Ray again,
then you.

Hang about, Arthur. That means we get
two and you only gets one.

So, who's got 93 hours community service
facing him?

It's no picnic, you know.

I should be up my knees in seedlings
again tomorrow.

Yeah, I thought we could do with Eve.
Oh, good idea.

Right, now, no slacking on the job. Keep
your eyes peeled and your ears to the

ground.

Good luck. I'm going to turn in.

You better too, Dave. I want you nice
and sharp for your watch.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Right, I'll take first hand, shall I?

You get your head down, Ray. I'll take
over.

Cheers, Dave.

You know, I can't put up with all this.

What else can we do?

It's all ours on deck when Arthur's got
grief.

I'm not having him sent down.

Yeah.

You're right.

It's too small for me, Arthur.

Well, raise the saddle.

I tried that.

My legs keep hitting the handlebars on
the upstroke. I'm sorry, Willie. Unless

it's damaged, you've got no comeback.

I don't even need a bicycle.

Never. Never underestimate a bicycle.

Did you know Singapore fell because of
them?

There we were with all our guns pointing
out the sea, convinced the Japs

couldn't get their tanks through the
jungle.

What did they do?

Got on their bikes and legged it through
the footpaths. One of the great shocks

of the war, that was.

The entire Imperial Army hurtling out
the shrubbery.

Chucking grenades out of the little
baskets on the front of their bikes.

Mr Daly? What?

Oh, Mr Armitage.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I often have lunch in the park.

I'm glad I bumped into you.

It's about your credit facility.

Uh, could we discuss it some other time?
It's a bit, um, a bit difficult at the

moment. I hope you don't mind me asking
you this, but I thought you told me you

were a construction consultant.

Ah, you are wondering why I'm planting a
tree.

A bit?

Charity. You can't take all the time.

Well, banks can, but... No, you've got
to give something back. It's for the

Rotarians. A fellow Rotarian?

No, this is Willie, a local scout.

The bike? Sorted.

Yeah, that's me.

Dip, dip, dip.

Thought you could do with a stiffener.

Thanks, Ray.

Look, Arthur, if we don't do something,
you know what's going to happen?

He's going to get you.

Might not be tonight or tomorrow, but
it's going to be sometime.

And when he does, well, that's it,
Arthur.

No -one can help you.

We're going to have to see Knowles,
aren't we?

I think we are.

But let me do the talking.

Let me look at you.

Let me see the man who blagged his way
in here, claiming to be my long -lost

cousin.

Well, we had to say something to get him
to see you. At the moment, they think

I'm telling you your sister's had an
accident.

You've got some front.

Who the hell are you, anyway?

Arthur Daly.

You've got the nerve to show your face.

There's a few things we need to clear
up.

Beginning to squirm, are you?

I was appalled. That is the only word
for it. Appalled.

That a certain vehicle I sold you in all
good faith didn't come up to scratch

when it was most needed.

I was shocked.

I was obviously not as shocked as you
were, Charlie. But I've come here in all

humbleness to offer you full
restitution.

Restitution?

Refund. In full.

In mitigation of any inconvenience it
may have caused you by packing up.

mid -getaway.

Did you say inconvenience?

It's all a misunderstanding for which I
have wholehearted regrets.

So what do you say?

Let bygones be bygones.

I'll tell you what I'll say.

You can stop your 2 ,000 -minute job and
check the start.

By the time I finish with you, you'll be
begging for community service. You're a

little rat, Daly.

A little man who needs to learn respect.

I'll tell you what I'll say.

I've got more respect for something I'd
scrape off the bottom of my shoe.

Ray.

Sit down, Knowles.

It's all right, officer. I've just given
him the bad news.

Yeah, and here's some more bad news.

Unless you call off whoever's spitting
up Arthur, you're going to have me to

deal with.

Don't mind him, Charlie.

Yeah, you're going to get out of here
soon, Charlie, aren't you?

And when you do, I'm going to be
waiting.

You're going to be that much older and
that much slower.

And then I'm going to show you what a
vendetta really means.

Twenty years!

Twenty bloody years!

How old are you, son?

Him and his sister were very close.

You threatened him. Well, he was never
going to listen, was he? Look, when

you're facing a tiger that's been cooped
up for years, dying to get his claws

in, the last thing you want to do is
rattle his cage. Arthur, I had to say

Sonic, didn't I? He's probably arranging
for one of his cronies to come after me

with a chainsaw.

There was I looking at a short stretch
in prison, and now here I am looking at

long time in the cemetery.

Next time you have a good idea, don't.

Dave, you asleep?

Yes, thank you, Arthur.

It's a game, all this, isn't it?

Arthur, you have only done five minutes.

No, no, I mean all of it.

You know, you plod along, doing your
best, rowing against the current, being

pushed downstream.

It's like driving a car.

You potter along at 30 miles an hour,
perfectly happy.

And suddenly, whoosh, you're overtaken
by some nameless terror at 90 miles an

hour. What are you burbling on about,
Arthur? Look, it's five o 'clock in the

morning.

I'm scared, Dave.

I couldn't take prison.

I know some can handle it, but it will
carry me off.

Don't talk like that, Arthur.

Well, you've got to face up to things.
It's no good being unrealistic.

It won't come to that.

It's too awful to contemplate.

Banged up for 23 hours a day.

A life of slamming doors and turning
keys.

Ever under the watchful eye.

And the dread of being buried alive
before you got to sleep.

Oh, it doesn't bear imagining.

The only thing to look forward to.

That crocodile march round the exercise
yard.

Cast into the pit of human misery.

Never again to experience a...

Decent cigar.

Soothing VAT.

Company of friends.

A little wind in your face.

Dave?

Dave!

Arthur. I'll talk about it in a minute,
officer. It's all right, Arthur. It's

me, Ray.

Who? Look, there's no point in this,
Arthur, if you're going to go to sleep.

I wasn't asleep.

I was thinking.

You were sparked out.

No, I was resting my eyes. We can't go
on. Our nerves are getting shot.

I know. I can't face another night
playing silly buggers.

Arthur!

I want to make one thing clear, Ray.

We're not having this meeting, right? It
never happened.

What meeting?

The Lippen.

You ever heard of the Wilsdon sorting
office, Ray? Back in the 70s?

Charlie Knowles?

The very man.

Arthur, you'll have me shot.

Oh.

Oh.

Just another half hour, Lionel.

We'll call it another tenner off the
microwave.

All right.

So you think it's Knowles who's got it
in for Arthur?

I don't think it. I know it. Well, what
do you want me to do?

Listen, you owe Arthur a favour.

I thought you might be able to warm
Knowles off.

Threaten him with a longer sentence or
something.

Oh, come off it, Ray. And him with a
watertight alibi.

There's no evidence that he's even
involved.

What you need is to find his outside
man.

It seems like everyone he knows has been
fitted up just like Arthur. We're all

the ones we could find, that is.

And the only one you couldn't was a
bloke called Phelan.

How did you know that?

Because Phelan is a very hard man to
find.

You are.

When he was in prison, Phelan was what
you might call cooperative.

He told us a lot of things that we
wanted to know.

It helped our clear -up rate no end.

In fact, there was a couple of coppers
even got promotion on account of

info. So?

So, when he came out, we helped him keep
a low profile.

And you reckon he might be the one
giving us all the aggro? It could be.

I don't suppose Charlie Knowles even
knows he started the grass.

And I'm not about to tell him.

Oh, Mr Daly.

How can I help you?

Look, I really need to see my Uncle
Charlie. Your uncle?

That isn't true, is it, sir?

No. I'm a friend.

That's not how it seemed last time.

It's important that I see him.

I'm afraid that's not going to be
possible.

He's no longer with us.

Hello?

Arthur, get in the van.

What are you talking about? I can't.

Arthur, get in the van.

I can't breach my order. Forget about
the order. I've got things to tell you.

Come on. What?

Thank you.

Yep.

What's all this about, then?

Now, listen.

How much did Phelan pay you for that
motor?

Yeah, I want to speak to T .S.
Richardson, please.

I'm sure he'll be here. He'll be here.

Mr. Phelan.

Who are you?

My uncle would like a word with you.

Well, he'll have to wait.

It's about Wilson's sorting office.

I sold you a car once.

I recognise your face now.

1970.

The car auctions.

Acton Lane.

That was a clever little accident you
arranged between my car and the taxi.

What are you talking about?

And the carpet.

And the watches.

You're mad.

Far from it.

But I know a man who is.

Our friend Charlie Knowles. Never heard
of him. Really?

So you weren't Charlie's quartermaster.

So he didn't give you two thousand
pounds to buy the car.

And you didn't buy a cheaper version
from me in pocket to change.

A few hundred quid.

Fortunately, my experience of Charlie is
fairly limited.

But I reckon if he found out that his
old mate, his old mucker, who he was

to fit up the rest of the gang, if he
found out it was good old Feely all the

time, that he was responsible for the
gnaws up on the A40 because he couldn't

keep his hands off the cash, and that he
was the only one who'd come out with a

profit, I dread to think what he might
do.

There is an alternative.

I'm listening.

You can tell Charlie, boy, you've done
the job.

That Arthur's nicely tucked up doing a
two -year stretch.

Yeah, I could make him believe that.

First you've got to tell the old Bill
how you've fitted up Arthur.

You can tell him Noel's put the squeeze
on you, forced you into doing it.

But don't worry about it.

He'll probably get another light
sentence. They look after their own,

they?

Yeah. I've got a lot of friends in the
old Bill.

We know you have.

How do you think we found it?

I think I should warn you I should
consider suing for wrongful arrest.

There's far too much of this running in
and out for the police and their

informants. Citizen can't sleep safely
in his bed.

Oh, and I should want my fine back for a
start.

That's the matter for the TPS, sir. I
have to say this, Peeler. My old dad

be really impressed me nicking you.

He was on the original Wilsdon thought
in office case.

You're a piece of living history, you
are. Do you know that?

Which is more than can be said for your
old friend Charlie Knowles.

What do you mean?

Haven't you heard?

His jam tar packed up when he was
legging it from two prison officers.

You what?

Yeah. He died in Hammersmith Hospital
two days ago.

You said you went to see Charlie Knowles
today.

He's dead.

Must have flipped me mind.

That's my boy.