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I can be so good for you.

Love you like you want me to.

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you want me to.

Okay? Yeah, Thursday.

Then what?

I don't know.

Well, where will he go?

Like the address?

He hasn't said.

Well, I've got to have an address,
haven't I?

I'll get it for you. Don't worry.

I mean, he owes me.

Yes, I'm sure.

Everybody owes you.

I suppose so.

We've got a pay rise in the pipeline.

Oh, yes.

What are you, the shop steward?

As it happens, I'm on the committee.

I'm one of the spokesmen.

Yes, I'm sure.

Well, speak to me on the phone about the
address, all right?

It's your birthday.

Again.

Perch and rugs.

Right. Job lot.

Oh, well, no, I mean they're not your
actual perch and rugs. I mean they're

manufactured in Belgium.

Well, at least they're foreign. Last
time you were selling Chinese pottery,

was made in Acme.

So what? Your granny loved it.

You see, your average punter wouldn't
know a ding ministry if it was staring

in the face.

Mr Daly?

That depends.

Business? Might be.

Ernie Dodds.

Eh? He needs a favour.

Ernie Dodds?

I thought he was dead.

Nah, he comes out next Thursday.

Cheer up. Old Ernie. And I do mean old.

How long's it been?

Fourteen years, in fact. Oh, dear, oh,
dear. I was just a lad.

You, er... You just out?

Not me.

I've got another ten years, yeah?

What?

What I think he means is he's a good,
honest group.

He's got another ten years to go before
his pension.

Just an errand boy, aren't you, son?

Filling up your piggy bank.

Sort of.

Well, that's all right, son. I mean,
we've all got to earn a crust, haven't

Exactly.

In fact, er...

Ernie did say you'd give me a bit of a
drink. Me?

No, I hardly knew him.

Ernie reckons you're a real pal.

One of the best, he said.

What does he want?

He just wants you to be outside eight o
'clock Thursday with a car.

The last bloke was outside with a car. I
ended up inside.

Everybody makes mistakes, Mr Daly.

Do you remember why Ernie had such a
long stretch?

He got away with a quarter of a million
pounds.

Even in those years, it was a big
tickle.

And they never recovered a penny piece.

Weren't he also done for attempted
murder? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll fill you

about that later, Terence.

It's Thursday.

That's right.

And he did say you... Oh, yeah, I know.
You want a drink, a double?

Double fifty.

That's a bit strong, isn't it?

That's what Ernie said.

He said you'd get it back in a couple of
days.

It's a drink, Terry.

Arthur Daly's going to meet him outside
the next.

Oh, yeah?

With Daly in it?

Don't make me laugh.

Arthur is a lovable rogue, as they say.
Oh, yes, he'd like to get his hands on

some of the money, but he wouldn't cross
earn it. Now, I want that money. I'm

due for that.

You always say aye, Mr Billings. Oh,

sorry, we.

Partners, eh?

Well, obviously I need you.

Not quite as nippy as in the old days.

You're not, are you?

Bring the tools in, will you?

It's a bit duffy in here. Can we talk
outside?

Why not?

What makes you so sure the money's still
around?

Oh, I know.

Simple, eh?

Very clever old Ernie.

Always a loner, didn't trust anybody.

I know.

Why, didn't he try to break out all the
time?

And when I was the senior officer on
that case, I hadn't put up a deal to

And do you know what he said?

Mr Billings, he said, I shall have a
beautiful pension for the rest of my

and you, superintendent, with your
pension, you'll have to work part -time.

And he was right as well.

I'm going to sell some of these
vegetables.

Ernie reckons that you've fitted him up.

Yeah. I won, didn't I? Even had a
judge's commendation.

Oh, it's a long time now.

Ernie remembers as well.

You must mean all right that we're
scallywagging apart.

Well, I had a reputation.

As what?

I knew people. Lots of people.

People like Ernie.

Top man.

When Ernie told people, they jumped.

And you were one of them who jumped,
were you? What, me?

No, not me.

Oh, he's a wicked man, though.

Very funny.

Funny? Call him funny? He tried to
murder a geezer.

It was just high spirits when he was a
lad.

Oh, fine. That's all right, isn't it?

Anyway, he was innocent. Everyone knew
that.

Now, Ernie, see, he's got the mark of
Cain.

Eh?

The Bible.

Cain.

Like Michael?

Yeah.

Same night, different fella.

You remember when you came out?

Yeah, I remember.

No bother, you said.

You were a right little jackal, lad.

You see, you were nothing, really.

I mean, Ernie, Ernie's a sort of
celebrity.

Oh, that's not him.

No.

Oh, my God, it is.

My dear old friend Ernie, you look
great, really great.

Yeah, this is Terry.

My dear old pal.

Terry, shake hands with Ernie Dodd.
Hello, mate. Terry, take that. Yeah,

look after the budgie.

What are you talking about?

Budgie, is that what you're saying?

Yeah. Well, it ain't, see?

That's the common bullfinch, or the
European pirara pirouala. Yeah, of

is, Terry.

Which seems like a budgie to me.

Well, it ain't.

Right, there we go.

Ha, ha, ha.

Clocking the birds, Ernie.

Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?

He's beautiful.

Yeah, no trouble at all, is he?

I had him for months.

Really? I nursed him, I tended him.

I mentioned it, broke the wing.

Yeah, I saw the film.

You being funny?

No, there was a film about it, wasn't
there?

I don't know anything about that.

There's a geezer in it.

Big fella, lots of teeth. Burt
Lancaster, that's the one.

You looking fit, Ernie?

Yeah.

What was all that about?

That was a load of rubbish.

Clothes? I don't want anything from
them.

I went in there wearing a nice suit, and
I came out wearing the same suit.

Sod them.

Yeah, you're quite right, Ernie. Why
not? That suit's come back into fashion

now.

Yeah, that's 14 years old.

That's what I mean. All wearing suits
like that now.

Ah, you're always a snappy dresser,
Ernie.

What's that?

Well, come on, and where do we want to
go?

Hampstead.

Highest point in London. Oh, dear old
London.

You was always a romantic, Ernie.

What's that?

What did you miss most, Ernie?

I mean, being away, you missed, well,
you missed miniskirts.

Oh, and a fellow went to the moon, but
there was nothing there.

Then there was the music.

Well, no, you couldn't call that stuff
music. You wouldn't have liked that.

Oh, little Cliffy Richard's still
around.

Still a bachelor boy.

Then there was a three -day week,
digital clocks, Muhammad Ali.

Oh, and I believe there's something
called VAT, but you don't want to worry

yourself about that.

All in all, that was the 60s and 70s for
you.

I've seen the newspapers, you know.

Oh, I'm only marking your card, Ernie.

I mean, Chelsea were up and down like a
yo -yo.

Oh, three -speed, and the scrub's not
bleeding Devil's Island.

I'm better informed than you, probably.

Never mind the newspapers.

I read books.

Lots of books.

Yeah, I know, I know.

You always liked the book, even in the
old days.

Did I?

Er, where, erm... Where are you thinking
of living, Ernie?

Got any ideas?

Ooh, flats on Velly aren't to come by.
Didn't you have a sister down Croydon

Way? How do I know?

I haven't seen her since my old mother's
funeral in 1962.

God, better.

No other relatives?

Look, Arthur, I'm not asking for
lodging.

Ernie, please. My home is your own.

The thing is, it's a tiny little flat.

Kids growing up, you know.

Sure.

Pretty you didn't have kids, didn't you?

It'd be nice if you had a daughter with
a place in the country.

Yeah, well, I haven't.

See, the thing is, I haven't told her
indoors about you staying.

Forget it.

Hey, you, whatever your name is.

Terry. Yeah, Terry.

Bring the cage.

Nice manner, this, innit?

Yeah.

No.

I think I'll stay in a big hotel.
Something flash and comfortable.

Oh, that's nice.

And you've earned it.

And you've got the money, I imagine.

I've got plenty.

Don't worry about me.

What do you reckon?

Would he make it?

Oh, he'll be all right when he finds his
mates.

The way he's going now, he'll end up
back at the scrubs.

I had lots of good times with him.

Oh, yeah?

What was his name?

Name?

He's a bird.

Are you stupid or something? He's not a
fella.

I'm sorry?

Yeah.

Right, off to West End to get some gear.

You got any money?

Yeah, obviously.

How much?

Well, about 450.

All right, give us the 450.

Yeah, but... Well, you'll get it back,
Arthur, in three days.

I'm going to need you, fellas. I've
still got some enemies, you know.

You only never.

Always a very highly respected man.

Well, rivals.

Yeah, not now. I mean, a few unfriendly
people, but most of them either dead or

retired by now.

That's what you should think about,
Ernie, retiring.

Me? Yeah.

I mean, you get your pension, free bus
pass, nice little place in Southend or

Marbella, nice little lobby.

Ah, shut up, Arthur.

No, he's right, Ernie. You ought to
think about putting your feet up.

Who are you?

What am I, an old fellow or something?

Hey, what do you want me to be, a
lollipop man, is that it?

I just served 14 years.

I tried to escape three times.

I was in solitary for years. I wore
yellow patches on my sleeve at most of

sentence. No parole for me, son.

No, but they didn't break me.

Ernie dodged his back, and there's a few
old scores to settle.

There.

Game little bleeder, isn't he?

Yeah, he's game all right.

What sort of game?

Actually, that's not bad, is it?

Yeah, look at the price. Put it down.

Do you remember George Raft?

Scarface.

How do I look? The business, Ernie, the
business.

What? No one would ever think he was a
gangster, would they?

Look at your gear.

You look like one of them joggers.
You're quite right, Ernie. I keep

to get a nice suit.

Very nice, sir.

You think it was made for you, sir?

I'll take it. Thank you, sir. Account
customer, sir? No cash, young man. And

about a discount? Say, ten percent?

I'm sorry, sir.

Yeah, don't mind.

Top hotel.

No pyjamas, no dressing gown.

The man's right, you know.

Oh, well, I've got a bit left.

He can get them.

Terry, all right? Terry.

Yeah, yeah, Terry.

Black pyjamas, size 40. Got that?

I think I'll remember 40.

What about the dressing gown, Black?

Naturally. I'll get receipts.

Naturally.

I'll tell you what else you didn't get.

Nice belt.

Crocodile or something, with a nice gold
buckle. Ain't gold.

Look. Gold plate, then.

I like it. In time, I get to like you
too, Terry.

I'm a little diamond, mate.

Diamonds. It's the final speech, Arthur.

I need some walking about money, Arthur,
you know.

Petty cash.

Look, Ernie, I'm not saying you won't
give it back, but when do you expect to

get your money?

Three days.

Oh, I see. It's in the country, is it?

It's in the bank.

The bank?

Yeah. I thought you nicked it from a
bank in the first place.

And I put it in another bank.

I don't believe it.

Yeah, it's in a deposit account.

That's why I have to give prior notice
of three days before I get it out.

All that dough and interest.

And I've always said, you know, this
country's got one of the finest banking

systems in the world. Yeah, your Swiss
bank account is all very well, but

there's nothing wrong with the old lady
and friend in the industry.

Ah.

No one ever gave me any papers.

That's true, Spencer.

He was better than most so -called
friends.

Never trust a villain, eh, Arthur? No.

The code of the underworld?

There's a joke for you.

Ron Grundy grasped me.

Some guy was going to get me a motor
lawn.

Ten grand.

Never saw him.

And I bought the car off you.

Me? Yeah.

Dame there.

990 quid. Oh, yeah, as it happens, that
murder I remember now. I got a very

small margin of profit on that car.

A few pennies over the book price.

Now, it's peanuts, Arthur.

Some other guy had an aeroplane. He was
going to drive me to Belgium.

I waited in the field in ethics.

Then he never showed up.

The money was dwindling away.

Plastic surgery?

Well, you think I haven't tried that?

Top man, so they told me.

You know, I don't think he ever touched
me.

You remember in them days I had a
moustache?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

You know what he done?

On my life, he shaved the moustache off
and I looked more like me than I was

before.

Arley Street, was it?

I wasn't doing it on the national
health, was I?

That was 20 grand extra.

20? That much?

Top your glass up, Arthur. Here, I think
I will.

You see, I mean, I couldn't hide it
under the floorboards.

It didn't have a room, never mind a
floor.

And I couldn't trust Beryl.

Ah, dear old Beryl.

What ever happened to her?

She went to Rhodesia. She thought it was
a real white country.

Anyway, I thought and I thought.

I was odds -on for capture, you know.

And then I had the idea.

I'll put the rest of the money in the
bank.

Clever, wasn't it?

Amazing. What about references?

Nah. When you're taking money out, they
need references.

But they're not so clever when you're
putting money in.

Excuse me.

You must be Terry.

And you must be DePaul's car.

You're not that lucky.

Can I have a little word with you?

Of course you can.

Hold on, that ain't your husband, is it?

Look inside the car.

That's my father, Ren Grundy.

Well, he's got a very lovely daughter.

And she's got a lot of expensive habits.

Like what?

I had a very deprived childhood.

My father was away for a long time.

So was mine, but he didn't buy me nice
motors like that.

I'm a hard -working girl.

Oh.

I think perhaps you and I ought to have
a little cocktail, Terry.

Why?

Proposition.

Sexual, I hope.

You never know.

I was thinking of something else.

No, the thing is, I'm a bit busy at the
moment.

A couple of minutes?

You see, I can't stand the company of
screws.

Just me and you. My name's Kate.

You're all right, Kate.

You stay with my father.

You can sit in the car.

You'd like that.

Top. No, no, no, I'll get it.

How much?

£1 .52, please, sir. There you go. Top.

Do you know Mr. McCann?

No, I don't know. I thought we were
going to have a private little chat.

Hello, McCann.

No, I don't know you, pal, but I get the
message.

We've all got the same way of talking.

Sorry about that.

Retired.

No, I don't want to know. Terry, don't
be stupid. Oh, that's right.

At least hear us out.

Come on.

All right, I'm sitting comfortably.

Begin.

Yeah.

You're not a friend of Ernie Dodd's, are
you? I mean, you don't owe him

anything. Different generation.

And what'll you get, a monkey?

An Arthur? A grand, maybe?

Services rendered?

We're talking about real money.

You gonna nick his dough?

Not nick.

There's plenty enough for everybody.

My dad didn't get a penny, and he was on
the job.

And what about you, mister?

Willings is the name.

Well, you could say I was associated
with the case.

And super screw out there?

Her junior partner, he's very close to
Ernie.

Well, what we've got here is more like a
consortium.

Oh, like one of them big oil companies,
eh?

Oh, sort of. We're exploring for money.

Why don't you just leave him alone? He's
done his time, hasn't he?

I'm surprised about you, Terry. You
could be a rich man.

Oh, how's that?

You could be the man on the inside.

I could be the man right inside.

Thieving from a thief.

You're a right little charmer, aren't
you?

Going to make a lovely mum.

Terry, don't be an idiot.

We're going to get that money one way or
another. If you're around, it just

makes it more difficult, that's all.

That's all.

What are you going to do?

There are four of us.

What, two old -age pensioners?

You, super screw?

Oh, we're surrounded, are we?

Terry?

Get on the right side.

Your side?

Yeah.

Here's my number. We don't need the
other.

You're a right little fighter, aren't
you?

Will you call me?

Got your number or not?

Knocked him up while he waited, did I?

Well, I must be out to get the best
gear, didn't I?

You having a little moriarty?

Yeah, after a champers. Yeah, cheers.

That's nice.

You've got taste.

Wouldn't have believed it.

He's a nutty dresser, isn't he?

Receipts. Oh, yes, yes.

What?

get that stuff.

Libidus, you can say that again.

You said yourself, top man, ain't he?

Pajamas? You'd get a three -piece suite
for that.

Not here, you couldn't.

I couldn't get him dodgy smarter, could
I?

Oh, dear.

What?

Here

we

are, then.

Handsome, isn't it?

Amazing.

He's very nice. He's got an eye for a
dressing gown, is Terry.

Oh, listen, do you know a geezer called
Grundy?

What about him? He's downstairs.

I'll throttle him.

Don't get out your pram.

That's it, Ernie. Sit down and have a
little drink.

What's the strength, Terry?

There's four of them.

And they want his dough, or some of it.

And Billings? He put me inside.

And there's Spencer the screw.

Who else?

Er, Grundy's daughter, Kate.

We don't need to think about her.

Do you want to bet?

It's like Bonnie and Clyde, it is.

What, both of them?

Yeah, with a bit of Mark Barger thrown
in as well.

Yes, I turn up, I can see him.

Grundy.

He's got old now.

You got a shooter?

No, I haven't even got a steel comb.

Pity, I could kill him from here. No,
no, Ernie.

Ah, just a joke.

What are you worried about?

I like a fight.

We don't want any of that, thank you.

You're right.

Forget him.

Tomorrow we go to the bank and then
we'll sort him out.

Ever thought of that, Terence? A nice
little pension fund account?

What with?

Money. Open a bank account.

All sorts of facilities on a bank like
this.

Here's the only one for you.

What is that?

Death benefits and wills.

See, he has got what you have not got.

Respect.

Probably even remember his name.

Please, no, no.

I meant his non -diplomacy.

What's happened to old Mr Knight?

Oh, he retired a few years ago.

Now, I understand from my clerk that you
used to have a deposit account here.

That's right, still have.

AG 273341.

Yeah, well, there might be a slight
misunderstanding. I'll just check the

figures. Oh, yes.

Money in the bank, as they say.

Prudence, Terence. That is the name of
the game.

Nice little nest egg.

With the money you get me, I can't even
afford an Easter egg.

Well, if you will go clubbing and
birding all the time, eh?

Well, poor Getty didn't go gallivanting
round his manor, did he? He was in his

room looking at paintings, reading
books.

Telephoning his bank manager, buying an
oil well.

Have your own bank.

Yeah, I mean, look at this. Look, they
even arrange your traveller's cheques

you.

They take those in Bodnar.

You may scoff, my son, but if you have a
bank account, you have respect.

Nice cheque book. It'll be a plastic.

And how come you never take cheques, eh?

How come it's always got to be cash,
money in the hand?

Because that is business. Everyone knows
that, don't they? Bit of your folding

green stuff.

I am talking about status, Terry.

I mean, look, look, can you beat that?

We are even open when we are closed.

He's handy, isn't he?

Well, sir, unless our records are wrong,
and I'm pretty sure about our records,

apparently you closed the account in
1975.

Closed the account?

What the hell are you talking about?

As I say, in 1975. I don't want to know
anything about 1975.

I've never taken a bloody penny out of
this account.

But the clerk has just looked at the
records.

Records?

126 grand.

All right, Mr Graham, just wait a
minute.

Check the figures again.

A .G.

Now, look, that is marvellous. They even
have branches where you can drive in

and get your dough without getting out
your motor.

Takeaway. Cash and carry, isn't it?

It is handy, that. Don't even need a
good wheels man, do you?

No, that is what I call consumer
service.

What about the punters who ain't got a
car?

Punters who ain't got people like that
shouldn't have bank accounts in the

place, should they?

As I said before, we're talking about
status.

I'm quite sure there's been no
irregularity. I put all my money in your

right? Now you've told me it's gone.

So somebody must have nicked it.

You say nicked?

Yes, nicked.

Was that the case? We must call the
police.

No, no, no, I don't like the police.

I really won't.

When did old Mr Knight retire?

I hope you're not suggesting... But was
it about the time when I terminated my

account with this bank?

Mr Knight was a fine servant of the
bank.

Was? Well, he died two years ago on a
golfing holiday in Portugal.

I could give that a bit of credit.

Thieves! Thieves, you people!

You're fed!

Thieves, a lot of you!

Thieves! Thieves!

A lot of you!

Ernie!

Er, he forgot to sign his standing
order.

What's the matter, Ernie?

They've turned me over.

They've done me like a kid for it.

Not the bank. Banks don't do things like
that.

They bloody well do.

Just simmer down and get your motor, all
right?

I've gone off you again.

Sorry.

Don't let them get away.

No, no, hold on. This is no time for a
conference.

Just a minute.

No, he's had a bit of a shock.

We all have. Got it.

That's flat.

Like life.

Hundreds of them. What?

Nights, nights.

Bloody nights.

What were you going to do anyway?

Find the widow.

Then what?

Say, excuse me, did your husband die two
years ago and did he say anything about

a pot of paint?

You've got a better idea.

Susan.

Oh.

Give him a bung.

I still can't believe it. I mean, the
bank manager.

Are you sure, Ernie, you didn't tell
somebody about the account?

Yeah. They stand it, John.

That bill's well over the top.

Oh, God.

£224 .82p plus VAT?

Ah, forget it. We can always duck out of
that. Oh, can we?

You put my address on the register,
remember?

Ah, well, it's not all that.

I mean, it's not all that.

£224?

82p plus... Don't you start.

That's flat.

I don't care. From now on, I'll be
drinking bathwater.

This is all down to me, isn't it? Don't
worry, you'll get it back.

Just a minute, just a minute. All bets
are cancelled. Don't touch that thing.

Do you know what it costs to use a dog
and bone here?

You could have a week in Brighton for
just darling Tim.

Terence, retrieve the instrument.

Oh, sorry, son.

For once, Arthur's right.

He certainly is.

Now, I suggest you pack up your
expensive pyjamas, courtesy of Big

Terry, and all the other gear, and we
move out of this deluxe establishment

some humbler gaff.

And where do you suggest?

His little place.

My... Oh, no.

I'm sorry, no, no. I've got a bit of,
you know, tonight. I don't care if

got a bit of a you -know. With Miss
World, Raquel Welsh, and the entire

Gold Pipers, tonight, Ernie is your
house guest.

Grundy! Oi, listen, listen. I'm warning
you. I'm going to chin you, little man.

Leave him. I don't care.

You shut up as well.

Mr Dodds, my father is entitled to his
cut.

Cut? I'll cut his ears. Look, look, just
get hold of your old man. Ernie and me

are going. Come on. We're talking about
money.

That's a laugh. What money?

That's right. Shutting up to all the
world. Just get in, eh, son? I don't

believe you.

Oi, are you deaf or something? Can you
hear the man?

The dole's gone.

Terry, don't you let her hurt them
clothes.

Yeah, Ernie reckons that Mr Knight did a
runner.

Who? Mr Knight.

The bank manager.

Should have left it with the Woolies,
shouldn't he?

At least we've got a name, eh?

So what?

Well, I've still got some old friends,
you know.

Want to go out later?

No.

What, down to Boozer?

Yeah.

Got any books?

Yeah, I've got a few paperbacks floating
about.

Natural history?

No, no, I haven't got any of that.

Best crimes of the century?

You trying to be funny?

Yeah.

Here you go.

Grub.

I'm not hungry.

That's nice, isn't it? First you want a
bacon sarnie. Just leave me alone.

Are you all right?

I will.

You're not exactly a bundle of laughs,
are you?

Where are you going?

Well, look what happened. I had arranged
to meet a Richard.

You're sleeping on a spare bed, which
happens to be the sofa. She's not too

on you clocking the action.

Neither am I.

Well, I don't care.

Well, I'm bleeding too.

Anyway, I phoned her.

Where are you going?

Look, Ernie, you don't want to eat, you
don't want to go out, you don't want to

talk.

I'll come in with you.

Long old time, 14 years, isn't it?

Yeah.

But don't pity me, right?

You can get it.

Now, you're going to behave yourself,
aren't you?

Yes.

You didn't phone.

About what?

Wheels within wheels.

Do what?

Can we have a chat, Mr Dodds?

Haven't you played this game before?

No.

They don't have them in the nick.

Sorry.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I hope you're not playing for money,
because he ain't got any.

There's always hope.

I've got an address.

The widow.

Interested? You are a greedy girl, you
know. That's right.

A model's life is sweet and short.

Now, I don't need Billings and Spencer,
but I need you.

Let's see the address.

Let's talk about the deal.

Aye.

Me, personally.

I have lost money.

You do understand that, don't you? I
know that, Mr. Daly, but now we've got

address. Contact. Oh, great.

So we can ditch Grundy and his daughter.
Oh, I don't care.

I have lost money.

Obviously. I only want to recoup my
expenses.

Just, just, just expenses.

Obviously a bob or two for the
aggravation. Yeah, that's right. But why

worrying me?

What is worrying me is that you will not
see a penny of this money.

Why? Because the merry widow has got the
dough.

So what are you going to do? Are you
going to pin her to the floor? Get a

order? She's an accessory to the fag.

What? Well, her husband was a thief.
She's harbouring stolen goods.

Is she going to call the police?

There's still a reward for the original
robbery.

Never mind the manager nicking Ernie's
loot.

Oh, maybe she's got a couple of rollers
in the garage.

She wouldn't want to lose those, would
she?

All we want is a fair percentage.

That's right, isn't it, eh?

And you've got the muscle.

Terry, I mean, there might be guard
dogs.

Servants. Two big brawny thugs.

Hey, in fact, we don't even need Ernie.

Don't need Ernie?

Just a thought.

No, no, just a minute. Are you
suggesting that we elbow Ernie? No, of

not. No, no, no, just a minute. Let me
just say something.

I am an honest man.

I'll ask anybody.

True as a driven snow. My word is my
bond.

But what you are suggesting is
dishonest, scandalous...

And diabolical. Look, forget it. No, no,
no, no.

Oh, no, I will not ever forget it. In
fact, I will remember this dastardly

suggestion to the end of my dying days.
Honestly, a witticism.

Me too.

Don't dip in your pocket a lot, do you?

But since you have found the address...
I have.

Which is very clever, very clever.

And I'm sure Ernie will handsomely
remunerate you for your labour.

But since I am the only one who is out
of pocket...

I think I'm entitled to a little bonus
order myself.

Large vodka slimline.

and lemon, you and all.

Listen, you two.

Hey, grass, super grass. Will you shut
up? Not me, grass, me.

God, I've got two geriatric hooligans on
the hands.

Want to know the truth? They had me in
the nick 12 times and never said a word,

right? And no evidence against me. I
could have chopped you any day. Look,

of you, calm down. Just stand still and
be quiet, right?

That's better.

And we're going to the flat and talk
about it.

Come on, get in there.

They'll be 80 pounds.

For neighbours.

You never contacted me.

Well, I was very busy at the time. And
it is my dole.

I don't want any.

You did your bird, it's yours.

Then why do you keep following me about
all the time? Just to set the record

straight. Yeah?

Here you go, you two.

Thanks.

Thanks, Terry.

You don't need to worry about me.

Kate's the one you should worry about. A
very hard girl.

Yeah, we know that.

She must get it from her mother.

You're a bit hard to yourself, Ron.

Me? A bit of a scoundrel, but not hard.

No? What about the time you threw
Charlie Barnett through the window and

wasn't even open?

Yeah, but I was just a whippersnapper
then.

He was handy in those days.

Should I be impressed?

He could have done you in two seconds.

Good. He can look after you, then. I'll
go to bed.

Now, Terry, wait. Sit down. You might
hear something about the old days.

All our yesterdays. Memory lane?

No, you're worse than a couple of old
fighters, you.

Forget him.

Did you see anything of old Bob Tobin?

Yeah. Very bad with his heart.

Oh. But his son, he's a solicitor now.

That's handy.

Yeah, considering his other lad's on
bail for a dodgy credit card.

Clean, isn't it? It's almost like a
country. You can actually smell the

this area.

Or maybe not.

This address is a pet shop. I hope we're
not talking about chicken feed.

Not exactly Aaron, is it?

Hardly longly either.

Your outman stole my money.

I'm sure he didn't. He did, Mrs.

Absolutely true.

Well, he never said anything about it.

Well, he wouldn't, would he? But I bet
he left a tiny sum.

Charles. Oh, dear. Hardly a penny. I'm
afraid my Charles was a dreamer. What's

that mean?

Oh, wonderful schemes.

Scatterbrain sort of thing.

A mink farm in Scotland.

They all escaped.

Yeah, then what?

Hotel.

In Ireland.

Don't tell me.

A bomb.

Yes. Ulster.

He thought everything was going to
settle down.

Yeah. Well, it would, wouldn't it? Then
horses.

He bought six. He had this vision of
winning the Grand National.

And where are they?

Two had to be destroyed.

One is still lame, and the other three,
well, he just sold them for a song.

He was a fool to himself.

You're just going to swallow that, are
you?

Have you got any better ideas?

Sometimes I wondered where he got the
money. But if you think my child did

something wrong, well, perhaps we'd
better call the police.

Where did you get your goldfish?

Oh, from a very nice man in Worthing.

Are you an aquarist?

No, no, I dabble a bit. Sod the
goldfish.

She's conning you.

I want my wages. I gave you enough
favours.

I didn't think it was from the goodness
of your heart. Spencer, just shut up.

You don't care, do you?

You're old. You don't need the money.
Well, I do.

You look very good in the Sunday papers.

Crooked bank manager.

Old villain.

Dodgy old copper.

Sexy model.

He wouldn't do that.

Oh, yes, he would.

I really need that.

Go get him, Rover.

Rover's going to bite your ankle later,
you know that.

Spencer! My father.

You handle it.

My man will take care of the situation.

Well, Mrs Knight, it seems you have a
new partner.

I'll use you again.

You're not even in my class, are you?

Yeah, I know your game, son.

Three big heavy screws hammering one
geezer, eh?

Eh?

I used to dream about hitting geezers
like you. You know, the outside.

They don't worry me anymore.

You know little Ernie?

He's done his time, hasn't he?

He's a villain, you're quite right.

But he ain't greedy, see?

He's a thief, yeah, but he's not greedy.
Now you, look at you, you're dripping

with greed.

I'm just warning you.

You talk to the papers and I'm going to
find you.

And I don't care if I do two years for
you.

You don't really like me, do you?

I like some of you.

Well, you've got my number anyway.

No, no, I don't think I lost that.

Oh, well, in that case... Yeah, I'll see
you around.

Be lucky.

Yeah, a bit peaky, some of them.

Ooh, a real expert.

No, you can call it a long life study.

Look at that one.

He's got arachnids.

They're common enough, Tess.

Well, like Arthur, you mean.

Oh, very droll.

Gives a little smack to an inoffensive
screw and he's quite jacked, the lad.

I thought you'd done very well, Terry.

Never mind the congratulations, Ernie. I
am out of pocket.

I'll tell you what. Do you remember when
I was about and bought that car off

you? I remember it well. Lovely motor.

Steel at a grand.

One lady owner, scrupulously serviced.
Broke down two days later.

Warranty. But not 14 years later.

Quit. But only the hotel. What?

No shoes.

No snakeskin. No, the leather. Look, I
have spent about... You're a bet.

Terry, the... Oh, Terry!

Oh, the pretty boy!

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

gonna help you. Love you like you want
me to.