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Love you like you want me to.

16 years in prison.

Now I'm in the city.

You're right, love.

I'm more troubled.

Yeah, I know that. I mean, are you up to
making the identification?

What?

Identification. Why?

There are people at rest in there.

Poor dear.

He doesn't look very well, does he?

Is it Trow?

Is it your grandson?

Well, he was never as pale as that and
he's lost a lot of weight too, poor

Oh, I am glad our Ethel isn't alive to
see him like that.

Look, love.

Is it your grandson, Albert Trout? Well,
it must be, mind it.

They can't be too like my Albert, can
they?

How long

have you been managing this place?

A year.

Funny old job for a woman, innit?

Is it?

Well, I'm sorry, but, you know. Yeah, I
know.

I used to work in the rat race for music
business. Record publishing.

I suppose a humble appeal to go out for
a quiet drink after this

place closes is out of the question, eh?

Everywhere will be sold.

My flat isn't.

You're a bastard.

This is back in the charts, isn't it?

It's in the 30s, and it's climbing fast.

It's amazing what dying can do to a
singer's future career, isn't it? Don't

so wicked.

How do you know it's rather a shame?
With the right management, he could have

made the big time.

But he's rather good, don't you think?

Yes, I am.

I'm more your Eric Clapton man, you see.

Wait, that's where we're going, mate.

Hold on, here we go.

Wait, mate, that's... Come on, come on.

I'd like to know where you keep copying
these from, Arthur. Well, I'm likely to

tell you, aren't I?

Think I'd go direct and cut you out of
your corner, do you?

We would, wouldn't we?

Blimey.

This one must have been cut from an old
78.

Yeah, well, no -one listens to that crap
any more.

Freddie, how could you? This man once
had an audience with a pope.

About the only audience he ever got.

Hey, that cost you'll come to the job
lot, you know, the good with the bad.

Yeah, I know.

But there's no point in huffing stuff I
don't want, is there?

Yeah, I'm all right. Come in.

I have to tell you, this is not the sort
of investigation I relish, Mellish. Nor

me, Gav.

Well, it's your bloody fault, isn't it?

If you hadn't told the governor
yesterday that you weren't sure the old

didn't seem too sure, I wouldn't have
got lumbered with it, would I?

And now to cap it, all the pressure onto
it.

Well, the identification shouldn't be
too difficult. That's all right, Gav.

All we've got to do is find a couple of
people who knew the geezer well enough

to confirm who he was.

People don't like looking at dead
bodies, Mellish.

I don't like it.

Disturbs my sense of immortality.

Hey, Bill, what are these?

That's a couple of old 24 -track masks,
mate. What are you using the studio to

make the records on?

Yeah, a couple of know -it -groups
who've laid some tracks down and never

the light of day.

Bit of a waste of money, innit?

Well, they don't pinch so when they do
it. But what happens to them?

Nothing. Just gather dust till somebody
tries to sling them out.

Oh, sod it.

Look, the gear's over here.

Yeah, I'll be on my bike now. Yeah, all
right.

Thanks a lot, mate.

Yeah, good luck.

Hello?

You haven't seen the trades?

Not yet.

Zach jumped from 34 to 17 in one week.

Fiona in the press office is freaking
out. She's been inundated with calls.

Half of Europe wanted.

We could go gold.

That's nice, isn't it?

It's not bad, is it?

Record News want to do an article on
Zach and the band.

And we've had two offers from majors in
the States.

God, what a time for that neurotic to
die.

Uh, well, I only meant...

If he hadn't, there wouldn't be any
Zach, though, the revival, would there?

Yes? There were lashes on his wings. I
tried to stop him, but... It's all

they're here now.

Just a thought.

What if we try and find a Zach clone and
produce a new video?

We might be able to organise a kind of
Buddy Holly thing all over again.

Do you mind?

We happen to be in conference here. Shut
it, Ponce.

Eh? All right, George.

Sorry about the intrusion, John. You and
I ought to have a private conversation.

Yeah, after Mr Sutton and I are
finished, if you don't mind.

All right, Lindsay, I'll deal with this.
We'll talk later, OK?

What's with the child?

Lindsay, please.

If that's what you want.

Another know -nothing who's come up the
river on a donor, eh, John?

I don't know where you find them.

What's your problem, Cyril?

There's nothing that can't be sorted
out, John.

Nothing that can't be sorted out.

You and I are going to have to come to a
satisfactory agreement about my boy

Zach's future legacy.

Hey, what's this? What's this?

What's what? What's what?

They're all the same records.

Eh? That little Billy's turned me over.

He hasn't. He's done you a right favour.

Zack Zola and the Asteroids. God, where
they dig these names up from? I mean,

what happened to your Bings and your
Franks and your Perrys of yesterday?

Don't worry about it. You got a right
result, Ed.

Result? Result?

500 copies of some unknown gurgling
degenerate? I laid out hard -earned for

these and there's no way I'm going to
unload them on Freddy.

You'll have your hand off.

That's the late, great Zack Zola.

Late, great?

Don't you read the papers?

He's brown bread, isn't he?

Dido heart attack or something? I'm not
surprised the way these so -called

singers holler and hoot. Probably
perforated his pelvis.

Bing never done that in 50 years of
culture, cruelly. Oh, God, Elvis. No,

no. You do not go to that great concert
in the sky singing White Christmas with

a punctured tonsil. I mean, where's the
dignity in that?

Anyway, how come you know so much about
Paki Watsit and his jello -y?

Hold up.

Something else in it.

Something else?

Hmm. What is it?

It's a tape.

Tape? Oh, dear, I wouldn't like the one
with the set around that goes into.

That's what they call a master tape.
That's what they use in the studio when

they're recording it all. That's going
to look lovely in a jukebox, isn't it?

You've got to have a word with that,
Billy.

Stop whinging, will you? You're on a
better earner than normal with this lot.

Oh, yeah.

Sounds like a star, though, doesn't it,
this one?

Albert Trout.

Look, let's get this absolutely clear.

Zach was signed to me. I'm his manager.

I own him, dead or alive.

We have a contract that's still valid,
Cyril.

Those four unreleased titles we have of
Zack were recorded under the terms of

that contract.

As soon as they're mixed down, I intend
to release them.

You're releasing nothing.

No need to get unpleasant about this at
all. We can all still earn money.

Unpleasant? I'll tell you what's
unpleasant.

Zack and the band are into me for a
fortune.

PA, truck, roadies, birds, hotels.

You think 14 lousy points on an album's
going to pay me back all that?

All my information is that most of the
bills for those items are never paid.

Oh, don't get it. them and john done to
suit you look sir look don't piss me

about john i want those tapes that'll be
a little difficult i'm afraid oh yeah

they're not here the producer i've got
to do the mix took them away he's in

scotland for a week exactly where i
don't know we better find out where and

bit lively no hard feelings john
business is business

oh almost forgot to ask

How's Shirley?

In good health, is she?

Yeah.

And the kids?

They don't want.

Very nice, Arthur. This one's getting a
lot of play.

Time for every jukebox you got, Freddie.
Can't be bad, can it? Yeah.

Tragedy, though. Rising young star like
Jack and his adenoids, broken by the

pressures of success.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

This one's no good to me, though.

What? Oh, no, leave that. I'll sling it
later.

Terry, give Freddie a hand out with his
cotter, will you? I'll hurry it up.

We've got to get over to the motors.

Yeah, all right.

What do you mean you can't find him?

Well, he's got to be here somewhere, Mr
Sutton. There's Cyril Ash being down

here. Cyril Ash? No.

What would he want down here?

Never mind.

Just find that bloody tape and bring it
to my office.

Stop all that fiddling about.

Come and help me get this roof down.

I'm a minder, not a mechanic.

Terry, the geezer will be here to pick
it up shortly. He's not going to part

with a necessary wedge if he can't get
the lid on, is he? Turn that racket on.

This racket's made you a nice few quid.

What? That's it. The song. That's Zola's
single.

Is that Zola's single what?

His record, you bird.

Is it?

Bloody rubbish.

Leave, I can't begin to like it.

There is catchy, isn't it?

What a horrible little man.

You must be joking. He can't get away
with a thing like that. If you'd been in

this business longer than you have,
you'd realise that Cyril Ash has spent a

lifetime in his own legend and what
Cyril Ash wants, he usually gets.

One way or another.

None of which is very pleasant.

Yeah.

Oh, yes. What do they want?

Happy motoring.

There we are, Terrence. Another
satisfied punter? I don't know how I do

not hard to work out, is it? You lie.

I'm going to end up reshaving the sheer.
All that grafting's made me feel tacky.

Oh, dear.

If I wasn't rushed off my feet, I'd
clean a few cars.

Yeah, well, that's the difference
between you and me, isn't it?

You and I, Terrence.

You and I.

Oh, it's you.

Don't tap me on the shoulder like that.

It's disturbingly similar to the way the
old bills sneak up on you.

How do you know I was here, anyway?

Terry. Oh?

Arthur, I've got to talk to you about
that last lot of records you had.

Well, what about them?

Gave you the wrong ones.

Oh, don't worry, son.

I managed to unload them anyway.

Unload them?

You mean you've already sold them? Yeah,
they're gone.

Probably playing in every jukebox in
London by now.

But what about the tape?

Tape? What tape?

There was a 24 -track master tape in
with the records, was there?

Don't tell me you've unloaded that as
well.

Important, is it?

Important.

Thank you.

I'm not sure that I want to go to the
mortuary to do that, Tyson.

Is that just squeamishness, sir?

Or are you refusing to help the police?

There's a young man who works for me who
knew him much better than I did. He

could identify him.

The way it works is this.

Each track carries a separate sound or
instrument, but recorded flat, with

little or no EQ.

And then it's all mixed down to a
quarter in stereo.

That makes it a lot clearer, doesn't it?

How do you know all this?

I used to work in the business,
remember?

Did it have anything on the box it was
in?

Well, yeah, there was a load of writing
in that, names and things. Oh, yeah,

some geezer called Albert Trout. You're
joking.

You know who that is, don't you?

Mrs Trout's little boy?

That's Zach Zola's real name.

That tape must be the unreleased tracks
he recorded months ago.

I read about it.

I mean, it's worth a few, Bob.

We're back heading for number one in the
charts again. Are you kidding?

Well, that's all very interesting, son,
but I can't see what you expect me to

do. Arthur, if I don't get that tape
back, I'm likely to be arrested, go to

prison. I'll never get another job in
the business.

It's my future career. I want to be a
producer.

It'll be totally blown.

Well, I'm sorry, son, but I don't recall
seeing any tape.

You know, I think it must have got slung
out with the rest of the rubbish.

It's probably gone up in smoke now in
the council incinerator.

Oh, no.

Can I drop you somewhere?

Sure. The river.

The river.

River.

Well, sir, it certainly looks quite like
him.

You've made a record with the man, sir.
Surely you must know whether it is him

or not.

Yes, I suppose I should, really, but
when a person is, well,

in any case, with all the publicity
that's around his demise, if it isn't

surely the lives out would have shown
up, I know, wouldn't they?

This little bloke that works for you,
sir, the minute he shows up, Ask him to

contact me immediately, would you
please?

It's no good, Terry. As soon as Billy
gave me the SP, I looked everywhere.

It's gone.

The star is gone.

Listen, Sharon reckons that tape could
be worth thousands. I know. Billy told

the same.

I must have strung it out when I was
cleaning up the place.

Cleaning up? You?

It's a laugh, isn't it? It's always
Muggins who does that. Yeah, come on,

on. Dave's waiting for us.

Come on.

Taking it a bit calmly, ain't you?

Is he not calmness you're witnessing,
Terry?

This is stoicism.

Stoic what?

Composure in the face of great personal
stress.

I mean, can I help if strength of
character is one of my weaknesses?

Rubbish.

Listen, the reward for the return of
that tape must come to enough.

It's just not like you. Terry, the tape
was gone. What can I do?

Even if it hadn't, what could I do?

Take it back, say I'm terribly sorry
this got mixed up with some of your

deficiencies. It ended up in my
warehouse. I claim first prize. Yeah,

But you'd think of something, wouldn't
you? Terry, we're not talking about

proper people.

Claude could be called in.

Personally distressing inquiries could
be made.

Harper?

Sir?

Nothing.

Hey, Billy.

Oh, hello, Mr Ash.

How are you, son?

OK.

Know what I mean?

Matter of fact, I'm glad I bumped into
you. Wanted to have a little chat.

Why don't you get in the motor? A bit
more private, comfortable, you know what

mean? Um, well, I've... OK, what's the
matter?

I've just got a little problem, that's
all. Want a bit of advice?

Oh, OK, then.

That's a lot.

Well, put that last one in the bar,
would you, sir? Yeah, all right.

Danny, as I was saying, I'd be very
grateful if you didn't mention this to

anybody, especially Terry.

What's the secret?

Well, let us just say I have to conduct
some very delicate negotiations which,

if successful, could put us all on an
earner.

Trust me. All right, I might give you
that tape tucked away for you, Arthur.

Don't expect me to believe in miracles.

Well, I've done it.

We'll see you, Terry.

Well, we can have one, then.

No, no, no time for self -indulgence, my
son. I've got business to sort. See you

later. Yeah, but how am I going to
get... 27 baht, end of the road.

That little so -and -so's up to
something, isn't he? What, Arthur?

Who did you say?

Mr Arthur Daly. He says... Excuse me,
what was it you said?

Tell Mr Sutton it's about Pachypola and
the asteroids, and it concerns a certain

24 tape thingy.

You wouldn't be telling me porkies,
would you, son?

I told you what happened.

It's the truth, honest.

You know him?

Never heard the guy either.

All right, where do I find this Arthur
Daly, then?

No, the Winchester Club.

Yeah, it's always going out there.

Yeah, I know it is.

All right, then.

Thanks a lot, sir. Run along.

Well, what do you think?

Don't know.

He used to be right pals with that,
didn't he?

It was his roadie before things went
reals. So?

Something's not right.

Tell you what, you hang around here.

I'll go and sort this daily, Giza.

I presume this is some kind of a
practical joke, Mr Daly?

No, no, no, Mr Brown.

I am a proper person, and my credentials
are unaccountable.

I never indulge in frivolity or jest in
matters of business.

Well, in that case, I think it's a
matter for the police.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

That won't be necessary.

I'm sure Mr Sutton here understands my
position.

I am a humble functionary, a mere
spokesperson engaged by my client to

an equitable and satisfactory
arrangement.

In other words, cop and earner. I mean,
that is, seek an agreeable conclusion

for the safe return of said item.

My God. Leave this to me, Lindsay, if
you would, please.

Let's just simplify this, Mr Daly.

Your client has our master tape, which
will be returned to us if we agree to

give him an as -yet -unspecified amount
of money, yes? In a nutshell, Mr Sutton,

in a nutshell.

What figure does this client of yours
have in mind? Well, as I understand it,

round figures, so to speak, I mean,
strictly speaking, the number of readies

was meant to convey was 20 grand.

20 ,000?

This is ludicrous.

As a starting point for negotiations,
naturally.

Who's the client of yours?

His name doesn't happen to be Cyril Ash,
by any chance.

Cyril Ash?

No.

But you weren't sure, Mrs Trout, were
you? I mean, you weren't positive.

Is there something you're not telling
me, young man?

Pardon? Because you're behaving just
like a policeman.

Mrs Trout, I am a policeman.

I thought so.

Look, let me ask you this.

Was your grandson in the habit of going
around without any means of

identification on his person?

Well, he was very fond of red underwear,
my Albert. Always wore it, he did.

Red... Do we know what colour underwear
the deceased was wearing when first

examined Mellish?

What about distinguishing marks?

Oh, well, Albert was a bit too young to
be what you might call distinguished.

He was always a well - mannered boy,
though.

He respected his elders.

Actually, what I had in mind, Mrs Trout,
was the distinguishing marks on his

bod, on his purse, I don't know.

Scars, moulds, that sort of thing.

He was without a blemish, my Albert, and
I won't have anyone saying anything

else.

Blueguff.

Blue what?

With red trim.

You tell this client of yours that I'm
prepared to pay a maximum of £500 for

tape, Mr Daly. That's all it's worth.

£500? But, um... Yes, Mr. Daly.

Uh, well, yeah, yeah, I'll pass the
message on forthwith.

But, um, I think I should warn you, my
client is not a man who's likely to be

impressed with a mere monkey for his
considerable endeavours in recovering

uh, said particular.

Recovering? That's an odd word for
theft, Mr. Daly.

Well, I'll be off then.

Doubtless I'll be back to resume
negotiations.

£500, Mr. Daly, that's it.

Who is that, sir? I've no idea.

But at least we know this tape isn't a
little ash. It gives us a little

breathing span.

One of the things you need to know about
old ladies when you're interviewing

them is that they'll do... Ah, can't

be possible.

How's that go?

Yeah, but hold on.

Arthur claims he hasn't got the tape.

Yeah, I know, but that won't stop Cyril
Ash going to see him, if you see what I

mean. Man's a right lunatic.

Yeah, well, don't worry about it, mate.

Yeah.

Look, Tell, I've got to go now.

Can I come and talk to you later?

Oh, yeah, if you have to. Yeah, all
right, yeah.

Yeah, I'll see you then.

Cheers.

Yeah, Dave, has Arthur been back?

No, there was a geezer in here looking
for him, though. Just saw you come in,

a matter of fact.

Did he tell you who he was?

Cyril... Cyril something or other. He
seemed proper enough. I think he might

have put a bit of business out of his
way. I'll tell him to try the locker.

Listen,

I think we'd better go.

I thought you'd want me out for a drink.
Yeah, maybe later, all right?

I think Arthur's in a bit of bother.

Why isn't Arthur in a bit of bother?

It's all a great mystery to me, Mr...
What did you say your name was?

Cyril Ash.

You call me Cyril?

Cyril, yes.

Look... Supposing I did have this item
that you mentioned. I'm not saying that

have, mind you, but if I did have, what
sort of business arrangement had you got

in mind?

Quite a simple one.

You give me the tape, or I'll smash your
kneecaps.

Very reasonable.

Very reasonable indeed.

I let you talk me into going out with
you, and I end up on some errand of

Would you mind telling me what is going
on?

I'm not sure myself.

You stay here till I tell you otherwise,
all right?

Wonderful. I'm into a conspiracy with
Macho Man.

No, I'm emotionally attached to my
kneecaps. Why should I lie?

If it's not here, where is it?

Yeah, where is it, Arthur?

You must be Cyril Ash.

What's it to you, Sonny?

I just don't want to meet the wrong
person, that's all.

He's ruined that tyre, you know.

You two have given yourself a very
serious problem.

Nothing me and my boy can't handle.
Right, Terry?

That's right, Harper.

I'll be back.

You watch too much telly, Cyril.

Now, what you been up to like, Terry?

Me?

Still got that tape, ain't you?

Tape? Yeah.

Listen, I'm going to wait you if you
start all that nonsense.

Is she doing it?

Never mind about that. What's this all
about?

Well, can't we go and talk about it over
a drink?

I'll vote for that.

Oh, seems like a nice girl.

And that is a full SP on my eyesight.
Yeah, you've got to be absolutely

to think they'd stand for that.

But they did, didn't they? The man
offered me a monkey.

They're trying to deal it off you,
Arthur. It potentially won't help.

Hold on, hold on. He stole it off them
in the first place. Ah, quiet, quiet.

I'm simply asking for a just reward for
having located the thing.

Nah, you should have caught what they
offered while you had the chance. Look,

when it comes to negotiating business,
Terry, I think I am the better judge.

You're going to think that, aren't you,
when this ash geezer turns up with the

little firm?

Duh. Look, Cyril Ash is infamous in the
business for his ruthlessness.

Believe me, I know.

Well, if he gets a physical share on, I
can always rely on Terry.

He's wonderful, isn't he?

I think if Arthur insists on pursuing
this, perhaps I could offer him some

professional advice.

Helping to screw Cyril Ash would give me
a great deal of pleasure.

Would you like to rephrase that?

Bill's never done a brilliant deed.

How's that, Garth? Nothing.

Just get me to the nearest telephone
box, will you?

What about the girlfriend's gun?

Well, what about them? Well, I mean, the
man was a pop star.

Well, sort of, anyway.

And they like to put it about a bit with
the ladies, don't they?

Must be one or two birds around who've
had a real close look at him. Know what

mean? There's a point.

It's disgusting, but it is a point.

Do you know I'm sure that was Arthur
Daly, I'm sure of it.

So how did you find out, Cyril?

Does it matter?

Hey, boy, you look terrific.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you? You're one of the reasons I
wanted to disappear, for Christ's sake.

Me? You must be mental.

I am the man who took you to number one,
sir.

Who's the lovely lady?

Now, if you want economical, my dear,
this is positively frugal.

Parker, I think you should just drop it.
No, no, no, no. A moped uses more juice

than this.

Now, I'm talking about the lark with the
tape.

Drop it?

Drop it? You've got brain damage or
something.

Sharon reckons it's got to be worth
thousands for them, don't you, dear?

potentially, yeah. See, I reckon they've
got to go to at least five big ones.

Yeah, well, they've offered you five
small ones. Why don't you just take the

money and run? We'll see.

Blimey, tell, I'm glad you're here.

What, what's up?

Well, I don't know how to tell you, but
the thing is, Zach ain't dead.

What were you talking about?

He's in trouble and needs a bit of help.

And I was hoping that you might... Me?
Nah, leave it out.

I'm not getting involved in any
reincarnated rock and roller.

This is getting positively bizarre.

Will this make any difference to the
value of the TAPU? Look, please tell,

Ash has found out and Zach's gone off
with him.

Kidnapped, Jessica called it.

Hold on, who's Jessica?

Oh, that's Zach's girl.

She's really worried.

Well, if he's not dead and he's been
kidnapped, she ought to phone the old

Terry, in the circumstances, I think
not.

Look, if Zach's still alive, you can't
let Sir Alash get hold of him again.

Well, that's the bastard who screwed him
up in the first place. She's right,

Till. They've got a point there, Terry.
For our own protection, yours as well as

mine, we ought to get the full SP on
this.

I don't know why I stand for it. I must
be bleeding mental.

Yeah. What?

No, no.

No.

I don't understand you, Zach.

It's Alan Nassau.

Alan Trent. Oh, don't be silly. How am I
going to promote a name like Alan

Trent? I don't want to promote it.

It's me.

You're Zach Zola.

You're a star.

The star that I, your friend and
manager, made.

Now, did I do all that for you because I
want to be your enemy, eh?

All I want to do is help.

Is that why you forced me to come here?

Forced?

What, did I twist your arm, break your
leg? No, but you would have done if I

hadn't. All you want to help is
yourself.

We help each other, Zach.

That's what it's all about.

Now, look, I've got a new contract.

Oh, don't bother, Cyril. All your
contracts are the same. I had one,

No, thanks.

You used to pour it down by the bottle.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

Have you got religion or something?

Have you got any idea how well the new
single's doing?

I know.

So?

If that little bit of nonsense you
pulled ever comes to light.

You could be in very serious trouble, my
son.

So, when we saw in the paper that they
thought that poor young man might be

Alan, it just seemed... Alan, where's
Zach?

Oh, yes.

Well, it simply seemed like a golden
opportunity to get rid of this Zach Zola

thing finally and forever, and to
disappear.

Zach had been wanting to get out of the
pop business for some time.

So he decided to take on a new identity,
Alan Trent, and we came to live here.

Excuse me asking, my dear, this your...

Darkest hour, so to speak. But does one
It record buy all this?

It could, I suppose.

But it didn't.

Cyril Ash took, or perhaps I should say
stole, most of Alan's earnings during

his short and nightmare in show
business.

Yeah, but I mean, you know.

I inherited it from my father.

And that shares my love of horses.

Well, it all looked like working
marvellously.

Until now.

Listen, you little ingrate.

You could stay dead, you know.

But you'd never get away with it.

How am I going to get done for topping
someone who's already officially dead,

eh? But what about the lady I live with?

Well, she knows about you and
everything.

And me, Gran.

Billy also knows I'm not dead.

Well, it's their word against mine,
isn't it?

And even if anyone believed them,
there's a proof.

But what would be the point?

I don't know.

Buddy Holly?

Jim Reeves?

Hold on.

Look, what you've done doesn't sound so
terrible to me. I mean, it'd probably

only come to a fine if it went to court,
wouldn't it?

So if you think that Cyrillac has
kidnapped or abducted Zach, why don't

go to the old bill and let them sort it
out?

I think Alan may be, well, not totally
convinced that this is what he wants.

Ah.

I think he needs more time in his new
identity as Alan Trent, to be sure.

The excitement he got from being Zach
Zola, the pop star, went pretty deep.

She's right, Jill. I've heard him go on
about it.

And if the police get to know the truth,
well, all the resulting publicity,

photos in the papers, you know, he may
not be able to resist it.

Well, why should he resist it? He has
talent.

Why should he deny it?

And go back to all that heavy boozing
and grief if things don't work out

Well, now he knows the pitfalls, he'll
be able to handle it, won't he?

I just like him back here and safe, Mr
Daly.

I'll be in the car, right? Yeah, OK.

Naturally, I wouldn't expect you to help
without a fee of some sort. Well, since

you mention it, my dear, there will be
certain expenses incurred. Of course.

And we must treat it with the utmost
delicacy, because I understand from

that the police have started sniffing
around already.

You just get Alan safely back here and
I'll handle Sergeant Rycott when the

comes. Sergeant Ronnie Rycott out of
Fulham?

Yes, I believe so.

Oh, my good God.

Terry! This is the third time I've
called here, sir. I thought you told me

this William Cronin, known as Billy, was
an employee of yours. Yes, well, he is.

I'm sorry he isn't here at the moment,
but he does spend a lot of his time

outside the building, delivering
product, messaging, that sort of thing.

And you can't help me with that other
point.

Well, I knew very little about Zach's
private life, let alone the women that

were involved in it.

I see.

There is just one other little matter,
sir. Do you know a man called Arthur

Daly?

Why do you ask?

It's just that the last time I was here,
I felt sure I saw him leaving the

building.

Well, I have been discussing a business
proposition with a Mr Daly, but it

has nothing to do with your
investigation at the moment.

Really?

You wouldn't care to tell me what is the
nature of the business proposition,

would you, sir?

With the greatest respect, Sergeant,
this has nothing to do with the police.

Anything that Arthur Daly gets up to,
sir, is always of interest to us.

Oh, you will insist to William Cronin
that he gets in touch with me as soon as

he can, won't you, sir? Yes, of course.

Keep an eye on him till I get back.

Yeah, and I'm not going to be there.

As long as it takes to get hold of this
tape, it means I'm going to have a word

with this daily geezer on his own this
time.

Shot.

Shot back in the alley.

Leased car on the road.

Ooh, got no gun.

Thank you, Clarence.

Leave your details in the steps and
we'll call you.

Sarah, you can send the next piece down
to the studio.

No business like show business, eh?

Demented Dave, you can go through to the
studio now.

You and your colleagues as well, Mr.
Daly.

About time, too.

Stop.

Looking for someone? Or something, are
we, sir?

What's it to you?

Sir?

I think we can safely interpret your
behaviour as acting suspiciously on

enclosed premises, sir.

Looking for me old mate, Arthur Daly.

Happen to have any identification on
you?

Cyril Ash, Management and Enterprises.

What management and enterprises might
that be, I wonder?

Rock and roll.

Manage a couple of bands, do a few
promotions, you know.

Cyril Ash, you managed Zaxola, didn't
you?

Yeah, I do.

Did, I should say.

In that case, you might be able to help
us with our inquiries, sir.

But that's preposterous.

How could it happen?

Case of mistaken identity?

John.

John, this is getting ridiculous, that.

I really think we ought to call the
police in on this.

Perhaps we should listen to Mr Daly's
proposal before we act too hastily.

Excuse me, there's someone trying...
It's perfectly straightforward.

We reclaim Zach... Zach.

Zach from the evil clutches of Cyril Ash
and then keep him in protective

custody, as it were, until he's fit and
well enough to make a decision.

Oh, yeah, like agreeing for you to be
his new manager.

Exactly what would you want should this
somewhat unorthodox scheme of yours

work? My personal assistant has the
details, if you would, my dear.

We want 15 points on first release. But
if we chart, we want the option to

negotiate a higher percentage.

Plus, what shall we say, 50 ,000 against
royalties?

50 ,000?

He's still there?

Well, at least let me phone her to say
I'm all right.

I don't think Sue would approve of that,
son.

Then he's stupid.

The longer I don't contact her, the more
the likelihood is she'll phone the

police.

Okay.

Just you remember, I'll be listening.

All right?

Hello?

Can I take it we have a trade then,
John? I think we may have.

Arthur.

Given certain provisos. Name them, John.
Name them. Can we get on with it?

Nothing is finalised. That includes any
advance monies until Zach is reclaimed

and under your safe management and the
master tape is returned to this company

forthwith.

I told you, darling, I'm perfectly OK.

Don't worry.

When this is all over, you and me and
Billy will all have a nice meal at

Garrity's, OK? OK, Zach.

Time's up.

Well, what is it? What did he say?

He said, when all this is over, the
three of us will have a meal at

I don't know any restaurant with that
name, do you?

No, but I know what he means.

It's a terrible thing you asked me to
do, Sergeant. See my boy in a state like

that. Terrible.

I want some doubt about the identity,
sir. We did need to be certain. You'll

missed, I'm telling you.

Look, I may feel a bit failed. Do you
mind if I slip away? My head, you know?

That'll be all right, sir.

If there is anything else, we're...

We'll be in touch.

Well, what else could there be?

Well, you do business with Arthur Daly.

Could be anything, couldn't it?

Of course, first you've got to find out
where Ash is confining Zach. How do you

first do that?

Well, Mr Daly deals with the miracle
side of our activities, don't you,

No problem, John, no problem.

I know faces that know places that know
faces. Know what I mean? Not really.

Excuse me, is there a Mr McCann?

Yeah. There's a call for you from a Miss
Jessica Trent. She says it's urgent.

Hello? Whose address is it? Cyril Ash's,
the foeship. It's where they're keeping

Zach. Well, how did you find out?

Well, the bloke's name is George, but
Zach and Billy have got a nickname for

him, see? And somehow Zach got a call to
Jess. Well, it doesn't really matter,

does it? Come on. What, what, now?

Yeah, element of surprise, Arthur.
Element of surprise. Come on.

That's unknown.

Safe element of surprise,

always does it.

What the hell is this? Don't worry,
Jessica sent us to get you out of this.

Ash here?

What? No, he's not. It's lively, Terry,
lively. My legs are beginning to ache.

Come on.

Look, who are you guys?

Don't worry about it.

Arthur Daly, showbiz entrepreneur and
personal manager. That was the nature of

my endeavours, Zach.

You are now in great and reliable hands,
my boy.

Well, where are you taking me?

I don't want to stay in a hotel.

I just want to go home. Out of the
question, my son, until we can find a

stopping Cyril Ash giving you
aggravation.

Look, I think you ought to know, I'm not
at all sure I want to get into all that

pop scene again.

How can you say that, Zach?

Think of your public. Turn it in, will
you?

Then make up his own mind.

Well, things are a bit different for
you. I mean, you might really hit the

time. She's right. Your place is up
there with the immortals.

Like Big Richard and Little Bopper. This
is getting ridiculous. You know that,

don't you? Back upon Jessica. Yeah, all
right, all right.

Hey, hey.

Aren't you coming in? No, no, no. I've
got to get the tape and wrap all this

Shut that door.

Mr. Ash, what a coincidence.

Just the man I was looking for.

Well, you just found me.

I know what you're thinking, but you're
wrong.

Where is it?

I'm getting it for you this evening.

That's what I was looking to tell you.

Tell me more.

Well, it got mixed up with a cotter of
gear I sold a man, and when he found it,

he gave me a ring, and he's bringing it
round.

This evening, first thing. What time?

Six o 'clock, first thing, this evening.

I don't want to have to come looking for
you again, Bailey.

Well, in the long run, it's your
decision. I'm just telling you what I

that's all. Yeah, I know.

Anyway, whatever.

Thanks, Terry.

I appreciate what you've done and what
you're trying to say.

Look, don't decide too quickly, Zach. I
mean, the business isn't all bad.

There you go, then.

Much appreciated, Dave. Much
appreciated.

You're all right, Arthur.

Well, let's say I'm coping.

I must go, Dave.

Listen, if Cyril Ash comes in, tell him
I'm going to China.

China? Well, to bed.

I told you, he's gone.

Gone where?

West Wycombe.

Terry, how could you do this to me?

What if I didn't do anything?

Look, he wanted to leave. It's his
decision, isn't it?

What do you want me to do, tie him up so
we all get done for abduction?

He might have waited till he signed on
the dotted.

This could have been a big one.

I could have been a Brian Einstein of
West One.

And you give me Wes Wickham.

You can still claim your monkey for the
tape.

I don't believe it.

The bloody thing's been demagnetised.

What's that mean? What's it mean?

What does it mean?

It means some bloody idiot has left it
close to a strong electromagnetic field,

causing massive dropout, and for all
intents and purposes, wiped the bloody

thing. Wiped it? What do you mean, with
a cloth or something?

No, it must have been when you stashed
it amongst all those magnetic toys.

Oh, yeah.

You darn bloody... Hold on, hold on.
That's not going to get anyone anywhere,

it? He has a point, Finsey.

Yeah.

All right.

Where's Zach?

Where's my tape?

I think you better play it again, Sam.

If you want to, I'll change the
situation.

People right there in just the wrong
location.

I've got a good idea.

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

I'm gonna help you.

Love you like you want me to.

I'll do anything for you.

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

Thank you.