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What do you think?

Give me time, Herbie, give me time.

These things must not be rushed.

They're both good, aren't they?

Very good, Herbie, very good.

I particularly like this one. It has a
nice, light, crisp quality and a very

good aroma.

I knew I could rely on the daily hooter.

Now, that, as you say, is perfectly
serviceable, pleasant little wine. It

fact... A Premier Cru Chardonnay from
Gervais. Is it really? Do you know, I

think it's Chardonnay all the time.

Whereas this, as you've spotted, is the
infinitely superior wine.

Look at that colour.

Good, responsive tone.

Beautiful bouquet.

How's it a guess where it's from?

Oh, well, let's see, that's... Down
Door, Doyne Way?

No. Further south?

Further north.

North? Oh, that must be...

Herne Bay.

Get away!

This little number, which you admit
knocks spots off a Premier Cru

picked up last year, pressed and bottled
by the brothers of Blessed Biddulph,

small monastic order, nestling off the
A2.

That is impossible.

You cannot get British wine of that
quality. We haven't got the grapes.

Nevertheless, as Blessed Biddulph is my
witness, that's true.

Furthermore, Arthur, this cost me a
third of the price of the Chardonnay.

of the transport overheads.

So you'll be buying again this year?

I've done so already.

Anyone wishing to make a modest
investment would double their outlay in

of weeks.

Stop messing about.

The camera, please.

Do it.

I don't know, though. See, I rarely
dabble in the wine market.

I'm not sure I've still got my contacts.

Leave that to me. Mind your head. It so
happens, late in the week, I'm

organising the tasting of a little
Rioja.

A little Rioja?

Do you think you're one of two useful
people?

All right.

You said it, then.

You hurt, did it?

No, I quite enjoyed it.

You know, you could be quite good at
this.

I might see if I can't get your part
built up a bit.

Listen, I don't mind helping you out
when you're let down, but I don't want

spend the rest of my life as a cartoon
character.

Grow up, Ray. The money's good, and
you're not exactly overworked at the

are you? Night, Ray.

Right, see you later.

Night, Ray.

Night.

See you later.

Mind you, I could get used to it.

All right, Irby, I think I can see my
way to investing in the Blessed

wine. But, um, how much are we talking
about here?

Excuse me.

150 king.

You told me, England.

So all you do is sit around with a load
of birds.

That's right.

I don't pay you for it.

Ten and a half, Dave.

Here, how you fix this afternoon, Ray? I
can do it, and I'm expecting the

delivery. Sorry, Dave, no can do, mate.
Arthur's already booked me. We're

nipping up to Wilsdon.

What for?

I don't know. Something to do with
grapes.

Grapes? He's not moving into fruit and
veg, is he?

Fine wines, Dave. Fine wines.

You see before you, the next Mr.
Mature's rosé. Only British.

British?

British wine's rubbish, isn't it? We
ain't got a climate for it.

I'm disappointed in you, Dave.

You obviously have no grasp of the
ecological changes that are sweeping

planet even as we speak.

Eco -what?

Have you ever heard of the greenhouse
effect?

It's hard.

By the end of this century, the whole of
England will be enjoying a continental

climate. And what is that going to mean
to the wine growers of Kent?

They'll be under six feet of water when
the polar ice cap melts.

He'll inform scaremongering, Ray. But
what is going to happen to him?

The old of the south will become the new
Riviera.

Waterwall vineyards.

Anyone in great will clean up.

I can see it all now.

Me, in two years' time, strawed at, feet
up on the patio of my whitewashed villa

in Hastings, listening to the peaceful
sloshing of the treaders crushing the

grapes, and heard indoors the canking of
a bottle of my very own.

You're actually looking forward to
global warming, aren't you?

Arthur, it's serious.

Tell that to the Eskimos, Ray. You can
turn anything to your advantage if

in on the ground floor, and well blessed
in the upper stories. Go on, in you go.

All yours, Arthur.

Raymond.

Paul Price has agreed.

We will, of course, require the
customary receipt.

Of course.

Go in the office, if you like.

Oh, and we'll take a sample case for any
potential customers who want to try it.

Yes, right. Well, you make yourselves
comfy. I'll fetch you one.

Here we are, Arthur.

It's not a bad drop of stuff, Arthur.
Told you, sir.

What?

What's that?

I've got a sensitive tooth.

Getting old, Arthur.

Thank you, Dave.

I'm going to shoot.

See you in the morning, yeah? Yeah, tell
her. The lock -up. Right.

I must go too, Dave. It's my wedding
anniversary.

Her indoors is making a celebration
meal, and I've got to pick up her

from the bloke in Acton.

Yeah.

Why not take her over a bottle of this
here St.

Bidoff's? See if she reckons he... Yeah,
all right.

One for the road.

Go on, then. Give me a brandy. For me,
too.

Medicinal.

What are you doing here?

I'm on my way home.

Do you want to do a job for me in the
morning? I need someone to drive my gear

down to a location at ten o 'clock. It's
cash in hand.

As long as I'm free by twelve.

Great. Come on.

What are you doing?

You can buy me a bag of chips.

I haven't done this for ages.

I'm more of a Trattoria girl these days.

You can't be a nice bit of rock and
chips.

I've forgotten how good they taste.

What did he do, your uncle?

He has a lot of business interests.

And what did you do for him?

A bit of this, a bit of that.

Doesn't sound like much of a career.

I'd do all right.

Yeah, why are you on my case?

I'd like to see you get on.

I mean, even when we was at school, you
had a bit of style.

Don't want to see it wasted.

There's no waste about it.

I mean it about the modelling.

Think about it. Serious.

Well, I must get my beauty sleep.

Yeah. You must sleep an awful lot.

I just remember why I stopped for this
supper.

It makes a bloke smell like an old
skate.

Bye. See you later.

Morning. And how was your anniversary
dinner last night?

Don't ask.

Very good, eh? Shall I get you some
liver salts?

The agony I am suffering has nothing to
do with my stomach.

My misery is entirely of an oral nature.

You haven't been fighting with Aunty,
have you? Not on your anniversary.

Her endorse?

I wouldn't dare.

Now I've bit into a piece of what was
meant to be mouth -watering rump steak.

Only to discover our flaming butcher
haven't boned it properly.

You're joking.

I've been in torment since half past
seven last night.

Ruined the whole evening.

Let's have a look. Do you mind?

Man's mouth is a private affair between
him and his dental surgeon.

You've probably exposed a nerve.

Yeah, probably.

What are you doing with that?

I'm taking you to the dentist.

Oh, no, no, no. Don't let's do anything
hasty, Ray. Arthur, if you... Probably

you'll up against him. He's feeling
better already. Arthur, look.

Dentist. Follow me.

Can I book an appointment for Mr Daly,
please? No, I can see your chocker.

come back another time.

It's me, Uncle Larry. He's in agony.

Well, if it's an emergency, the dentist
will see you straight away.

Oh, no, no, no. I don't want to jump any
queues.

Take a seat.

Miss Fuller won't keep you long.

Thanks very much.

Miss, that settles it.

Women don't make good dentists. They
haven't got the build for pulling teeth.

Arthur, calm down.

Read a magazine.

Oh, God, I'm supposed to be at Glorious
for that shoot.

Oh, well, don't let me keep you. Go on,
off you go. No, no. Go on. No, your

tooth's far more important now. I'll
bail her later.

Thanks.

Mr Daly?

I'm ready now, if you'd like to come
through.

Now, what seems to be the trouble?

Well, I had a little twinge of pain
earlier, but he seems to have cleared up

now. He's broken a tooth.

Let's have a look.

I think you'd be more comfortable in a
chair.

Okay.

Looking white?

Oh, yes.

I can see the problem.

Is it safe?

I'm sorry?

Marathon man.

It's a little joke.

Yes. Would you like to wait outside?

Will it have to come out?

No, not at all.

I'll just kill the nerve, file it down,
and then build you a new crown.

I don't want you to think I'm squeamish,
but I do have a very low pain

threshold. I can give you a general
anaesthetic, if you like. Oh, yes. Make

large one.

Very well, Mr. Denny, but I must warn
you that with a general anaesthetic,

you'll feel very woozy afterwards.
You're woozy I can handle. It's agony

worried about.

You're the most attractive dentist I've
ever seen.

Really? Perhaps you'd like a look over
me wisdom teeth.

You'd have to lose the milk teeth first.

Raymond, will you leave it out over
there?

I'm being filed and crowned here.

Don't upset her.

Right, Mr. Daly, if you'd just like to
take your jacket off and roll up your

sleeve.

That's not a joke.

Look, you can't leave people in this
state. Why don't I give them a ring and

cancel, eh? I haven't felt better in my
life, right?

Oh, get this door. Thank you, Squire.
How much will we owe you? Arthur, we

haven't been anywhere yet.

Arthur,

I thought you weren't going to make it.

For eight months of tar, the ship was
lost.

That's very funny.

See the geese in the Terry Thomas
outfit?

That's Parnham.

He's the owner of the Excelsior Hotel.
He's your main market.

Mr Parnham, excuse me, this is Mr Arthur
Daly I was telling you about. He's Mr

Daly's managing director of Bulldog
Wine. It's so glad you've come.

Oh, Mr Daly, delighted to meet you.

Bulldog wines. I can't quite seem to
place that. Wait till you chase this

vintage. Put air on a bit of bull.

You ever visited my vineyards?

No, actually.

Oh, you'll love them. Run by brothers.

Not my brothers.

Monk brothers.

Oh, is that the buffet? I'm starving.

Arthur.

Excuse me.

He's a little eccentric.

Ray.

What's the matter with Arthur?

He's been to the dentist.

They gave him a shot of the old happy
juice.

He's smashed.

He'll be fine.

Nice wine, isn't it, Nick?

We'll go to Spain next year.

Did you speak to the drunken man with
the speech impediment? He drives so many

second -hand cars.

Extraordinary.

When he wakes up, you can tell him that
after that little performance... Oh, no.

...Parner won't touch his gear with a
barge pole!

Uncle Arthur.

Wakey, wakey.

The man from Del Monte, he say no.

Yeah, granted, Herbie, I was a bit odd.

But couldn't you explain? I was under
medication.

Look, look, look, if you could arrange
another meeting with, um... What's his

name? Yeah.

I'm sure I could set him straight.

I had to take my uncle to the dentist.

Ray, we're not at school anymore.

That was an important shoot for me. The
boss was giving me a try -out, and

because of you, it was a complete
shambles.

If you agree to do something, you do it.
End of story.

I said I was sorry. I was not drunk.

Well, as it happens, he's given me
another chance at the weekend.

I don't know if I can take the risk with
you now.

It's a night shoot, too. Double bubble.

Give us another chance.

I promise I won't let you down.

You do, Ray Daly, and I will rip your
head off.

Perhaps we could have dinner afterwards.

It's a night shoot.

Breakfast?

I am now the proud owner of a British
wine lake and no takers.

And you must be Uncle Arthur.

How's your teeth?

Fine, thank you, miss.

Great.

And I'll see you Friday, nine o 'clock.

I'll be there.

So, what's she going to do then, Arthur?

Bung us a bottle of some Biddles?

Yeah, no, no, no, I don't want them. I'm
not going to drink it. It's for a

sample.

Ray, my son, you and me are going to hit
the major retail outfits, supermarkets.

Right. So you're going to punt it about
a bit, are you? And tomorrow, I'm going

to arrange a tasting here. So bill your
landlord friends and get them over.

What this wine needs is an official
launch.

Well, you'd better get that wine shipped
over here from Collins Warehouse.

I mean, if you're going to have a
launch, you'll need your wine on tap for

customers. Good idea, Dave. Take the
van, bring the bottles, follow me.

This is a major retail outfit.

These are the outlets of the 90s, Ray.

Three years ago, all they had was a
corner shop. Look at it now.

Sun Drop Food Emporium. And another one
planned just round the corner.

You know best, Arthur.

Oh, there's Artie now. Artie? Theo?

Bloody hell, it's Arthur Daly. Theo, if
I look like buying anything from him,

kick me.

Arthur!

Long time no see. How are you? Never
better, our team is. This is my nephew

personal assistant, Raymond.

Pleasure. You got a minute?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Hey, taking a tip from the Greek safety,
yeah? Chipping in on the family?

Oh, yeah.

Got the bottle.

I thought daylight brought you out in a
rash, Dave.

Check the council park.

Not bad, Arthur.

Very nice wine.

Tastier drop of vino has ever came out
of a grape.

Now, what's all this leading up to?

A few cases of that on your shelves,
you'll have the whole of Acton beating a

path to your door.

We've never cut it, British.

How much... Touch of crumb.

Have a glass of wine, Theo.

How much?

How about 30 quid a case?

How about 25 and I buy bulk?

How bulky is bulk?

20 cases.

Make it 25 for around 600.

Done. In advance.

Half up front, the balance when you
deliver.

You're taking the bread out of my mouth.

300 it is.

And that's only because I trust you.

Don't gulp it, Theo.

So the purpose of your visit was to buy
a few bottles of Liebfraun.

That's right.

A lot of Germans in last week.

Oh, they're ladies' night.

Not picking up a few dodgy air
conditioning units by any chance.

Why should I do that?

For Arthur Daly.

Oh, no, no, no.

Just to leap from it.

Yeah, we can forget it.

Collins has just been arrested. The
whole place has filled up till we've

complete inventory.

So on your bike, Dave.

I'll be nicked.

Are you sure?

Afraid so, Arthur.

Oh, my God.

Give me a large one. I feel faint.

Here, that warehouse of his, it's a
regular Aladdin's cave hot gear.

This is a nightmare.

I've sold 25 cases and I can't get my
hands on them.

Who to?

Arty the Greek.

Arty. My line.

You don't want to muck him about.

Not another word, Arthur.

It could happen to anyone.

I'm very glad you take the broad view,
Artie.

And I assure you, as soon as we can lay
our hands on your wine, we'll whip it

over to you.

Very kind, Arthur.

I'll await your phone call.

Well, that was fairly painless.

It's not that simple, Ray. The politer
he is, the nastier his brain is working.

Oh, dear, look at that.

Oh, Theo's a shocking driver.

Where is he?

Don't know, mate.

Oh, it looks like you're stuck here for
the time being.

I'll tell you what.

When he shows up, I'll ask him to move
it.

Oh, and you can collect the car when you
deliver my wine.

Hold on a minute.

You don't want to leave it too long. The
kids around here are terrible vandals.

Ah, now we could get arrested.

Oh, you can't burglarise your own goods.

I'm talking about breaking and entering.

This is a repossession job. It's all
perfectly legal. Yeah, from the top

Stop moaning. Go on, do it properly. Go
on, give me a hard one.

Go on. Go on, dump all your time.

And lift.

There's a lift.

What the hell is that?

Shine that torch here.

It's a winch. I can see it's a winch.

You'll have me foot off.

Here. Do you know how to work it?

We'll save you one in the boxes down in
the lift.

I don't think so. It's petrol -driven,
Arthur.

Start that monster up and dangle it out
the window and every rosa in the manor

will be swarming all over us.

Pity. Well, come on, let's get on with
it. We don't want to be here all night.

Wine's over there next to the deep fat
fries.

I can't shift this lot on my own.

Oh, have some consideration.

You know me and my back.

No, I'm a martyr to it.

I can't lift boxes.

I've got a bad foot as well now.

I think you'll find it quicker if you
take them two at a time, Ray.

Why didn't I think of that?

And, uh...

Take them down in batches of ten.

We don't want to strain the lift.

God forbid we should do that, Arthur.

Don't be sarky.

This is quite exciting, isn't it?

Ray, I haven't got a match on you, have
you? I seem to have mislaid my lighter.

It's only a joke.

Come on, Ray.

Last two. Don't flag now.

You'd have to give us a hand getting
this light in the van off.

I've had it. You're a struggling lad
like you.

You've only got this lot to load and
that's it.

Here, what's happening?

Better get uncorking, Ray. It's filling
up nicely.

Yeah, you clocked your shift book
through the door. Oh.

That plummy bloke you was coating off at
Herbie's do.

Parham? Yeah, that's him. He's showing
up.

Marvellous.

All right, Dave.

All right.

Got the glasses here.

Here. What's wrong with these bottles?

What's the matter?

I just tried to open one and a cork
slipped down and it got in the way.

The cork's too small, isn't it? Try
another.

It's happened again.

Here, hold a cork with your finger and
then pour it out.

Don't let the puddle see you.

That's all right.

There you go.

Mr.

Parham, we meet again.

So glad you could make it to our little
soiree.

I hope you're not under medication
again, dearly. No, no, no, completely

recovered, I'm delighted to say. Can I
get you a drink?

Tonic water, please. I must preserve my
palate, as you're well aware. Oh, yes,

of course. Yeah, Dave, two tonic waters,
please.

Yeah, Dave, easy on the tonic in mind.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll go and
get things started.

Ladies and gentlemen, as the proprietor
of Bulldog Wines, PLC, I would like to

welcome you all to the annual launch of
the St Biddulph's Nouveau.

It's very nice to see old friends here
who've obviously been to our previous

tastings, but I'm particularly delighted
to see a few new faces who have yet to

experience the unique quality of this
superb British wine.

Now, without further ado, I'd like to
call on Mr Parnham.

one of our leading hoteliers, to kick
off for us by sampling this year's crop.

I'll give you Mr. Parnell.

Mr.

Parnell.

This wine is corked.

Well, of course it is. Otherwise it'll
all fall out of bottles.

Oh, dear.

You seem to have a contaminated batch.

Contaminated?

This is Britain's finest. It may have
been once, but it's badly oxidized.

Oxidized?

Exposed to the air for several weeks by
the taste of it.

1 ,800 bottles of vinegar.

I mean, if you can't trust a monk, who
can you trust?

It's got nothing to do with monks,
Arthur.

Look.

I don't get it.

Simple.

This marble case is 1990.

The rest of the stuff you bought is
1991.

Well, then that wine should be fresher.

This is all down to Herbie Collins.

He knew it was rubbish.

He stitched me up.

It's a real pity you're taken out of
Collins' warehouse.

You've got no legal comeback now.

What comeback would he have had?

Well, through the courts.

If the wine was still in the warehouse,
Arthur would still have his legal rights

intact.

No.

No way, Arthur.

We haven't bought such a large chain.

I've got to be out of here by night.
I've got a muddling to do.

I've told you before, that's no job for
a grown man.

I suppose I'm better off being a
burglar. Come on, get on with it. The

we're in, the sooner we're out. Go on,
that's it. Go on, pull your... I've got

an hour, then I'm off.

How's your back?

Oh, murder.

Thought it might be. Come on, let's get
on with it. Now, listen, same as before.

Two at a time and loads of ten in the
lift. Three at a time and stuff the

notice, Ray?

What? How peaceful an empty warehouse
can be.

Oddly enough, Arthur, no, I haven't.

Only one more load to go.

Think of the good this is doing your
muscles.

Very good for modelling.

Oh, God, look at her time.

She's going to kill me.

First thing in the morning, I'll be on
to my brief and start proceedings to

retrieve my investment.

If there's one thing I cannot abide,
Ray, it's a tea leaf.

You've done very well, my son.

Showed great initiative.

Thanks very much, Arthur.

Give that box a smack, Ray.

No, no, no.

You'll have to have the neck.

Oh, yeah, I can see that.

What do we do now?

Well, uh... We open the gates,

climb out and walk down the stairs.

What do we do now?

We stop saying, what do we do now?

Lesson in crisis management, Ray.

Keep calm and review your options.

Well?

Give me some money.

An elementary grasp of electrics, and
you would realise this is a simple

easily solved.

One step back and you go to pieces.

How would you have fared in the Blitz?

Bombs raining down from the Lufthansa.

Mum said you spent the war in Carlisle.

I cannot counter your mother's slurs.

There are still tales from the war that
cannot be told.

There we are. Now, let's have a look.

Red, green, black.

What's this blue one?

You sure you know what you're doing?

Yeah, this wire's come out.

Arthur!

We can't sit here all night.

Perhaps we'd better start shouting.

No.

There's no one likely to be around here
apart from the old Bill. And you don't

want to track them.

Maybe I can get out of the electric.

No.

We caged in.

Don't you ever watch the movies?

Well, how are you going to get up there?

Hey, Arthur.

I've done it.

Get on with it. You'll break my back.

All the indignity of it all.

Hey, it's well spooky up here.

You all right down there, Arthur?

Oh, I think you've put my hip out.

I'm climbing up to the next floor.

Right.

You know, there's a two -year waiting
list for replacement hips.

What's up?

What's the matter?

I'm gonna have to go right to the top.

You be careful, son.

Ryan!

I made it.

Oh, God.

I'm really dead afraid.

Where's the fuse box?

Try the ground floor.

Right.

You hang on there.

Where does he think I'm going to go?

Oh, no.

I cannot understand what I've done to
deserve this, Lord.

But I am truly sorry.

And if you need a reference, I'll send
it off.

Oh, you frightened the knife out of me.

Well, the electric's beyond repair.

Unless you've got a spool of 30 -amp
fuse wire about you.

I've got this.

Don't be ridiculous, Arthur.

Yeah, hold on.

Ray, Ray!

What?

Ray, you... You will get me out of this,
won't you?

What do you think?

You're a good boy.

Ray? It's all right. I'm coming down.

Ray Daly?

No, he ain't, I'm afraid.

He was meant to be here hours ago.

If he gets in, get him to get his
carcass over here straight away.

Where are you?

Right, right, I'll tell him.

Bye. Arthur, you've got to get yourself
up here. Now, give me your hands.

I can't get up there, man of my years.

You've got to.

Well, if I'm cool, how am I going to get
up that shaft?

I'm not a mountaineer.

Arthur. Haven't you seen the Poseidon
adventure?

You've got to trust me. I'm going to
winch you up. Now, give me your hand.

We'll winch you? No, no, no, no. If my
feet leave the ground, I'll come over

funny. You ought to wait here for the
police to find you on Monday morning.

Oh.

All right, all right.

Let me see if I can get a toehold on the
gate.

OK.

Ready? Yeah. Right, there.

Let me reach. Wait a minute.

Hang on, hang on.

All right, yeah.

Get a towel, Dave.

I've got a towel.

Brace yourself.

Can you lift my shoulder?

Don't put your hand there.

Oh,

my life flashed before me, Dave.

Oh, dear.

Right Arthur, sit on it.

I'll wake up in a minute and find a
lovely breakfast waiting for me.

£4 .60.

Thanks very much.

Better stop it spinning, man.

You ready?

What's going on here, then?

Hello, officer.

Good evening.

Can I ask what you're doing?

Just resting.

Resting? Well, I was driving along, see,
and I felt a bit sleepy, so I thought

I'd better park here and stretch my
legs.

Right.

What now?

The Poseidon Avenger.

Thank

you,

sir.

Now keep the window wound down and take
it carefully.

Of course, officer.

Good night.

I'm not enjoying this, Ray.

Ray! Come on!

What's going on?

It's all right. Come on.

I don't believe it.

Come on.

No, no, no, no, no.

Ray!

It's all right, Arthur. We just ran out
of petrol.

Oh, my sated heart.

What else can go wrong? No, it's all
right. Honestly, it's all right. There's

fair can in the van. I'll go and get it.

I've got some bad news.

Someone's just nicked a van.

When is he going to get here? What time
is it now?

Okay,

the wrap.

Sorry, everyone.

I'll kill you for this, Ray Daly.

I know. It's no use.

Ray?

Yeah?

I'm hungry.

Hang on.

I think I've got a chocolate bar.

Is it milk or flame?

I'll pass it down.

Got it.

Keep your pecker up.

We'll have you out of there soon.

Oh!

What's the matter? Are you all right?

I've got a fire on my new tooth.

There you go.

Two of the uniformed lads said they were
up by Herbie Collins' warehouse at

first light.

Oh, yeah?

And who should be up there but a bloke
whose description matches Dave from the

Winchester?

Thinking the first hop of the day, was
he?

No, the lad said he was in an old
banger. So they ran the registration

the computer and guess whose name turned
up?

Daly. The very same.

Get your coat.

There's times like this that bring it
home to you.

There, but for the grace of God and all
that.

There you are, bowling along, happily
thinking everything's all right.

Then bang, you get it in the back of the
neck.

Funny old game, fate.

All ordained, you know, in the great
scheme of things.

Mapped out even before I was born.

So why'd a great architecture want me
stuck halfway up a lift shaft in

Escapes me.

Works in mysterious ways, you see.

All over the world, there's probably
hundreds of blokes in the same

It'd be comforting to thought that.

But one is not alone in one's suffering.

It's no good, Arthur.

I'm going to have to leave you for a
bit.

Go and get help.

Don't be long, Ray.

I can't hang on here much longer.

Raymond, what's going on?

Oh, my God.

Arthur Daly, what do you think you're up
to?

Can't see Mr. Collins.

What, at this time in the morning?

Well, you could have been after some
merchandise for me.

Right, Daly.

You're nicked.

Oh.

Don't let go. Don't let go. Put him
under. All right.

Pull that tension. Get him under.

Get him under. Get in here. Get in here.
Put him up.

Easy. Easy.

Hold on. Swing it. Swing it. Swing it.

Sarge, can you come over here a minute?

Well? What's missing?

Well, that's just it, Sarge. I've
checked it three times now and there's

extra 149 cases of wine. One damaged.

Are you telling me there's nothing
missing?

And there's an extra 149 cases?

Yeah. But we've still got him, though.

Cos I found this hacksaw behind some
cases.

The hacksaw?

You think I'm going to get up in front
of some judge and say, Arthur Daly broke

into a warehouse and put staff in?

I think I'm bonkers.

What are we going to do, then?

Hey, mate.

It's all right.

All right,

you two.

Clear off.

You mean we can go?

Charlie, what merchandise was Collins
looking after for your uncle?

British wine, St Biddulph's. White wine,
was it?

Yeah. Well, that's bad news, old son.

Looks like Collins has stitched you up.

There's nothing in that description on
this list.

He's had it away, obviously.

But they're there. You're sitting on
them.

How can they be?

Unless some toe -rag broke into the
building during the night and put them

there.

It's not very likely, is it? Yeah, but
you... Raymond, I just remembered.

I'll put it somewhere else.

Come on.

Lucky.

So what are we going to do with his
wine, then?

Are you going to let him get away with
that? It's called cutting your losses,

Ray.

And they haven't tasted it yet.

You must be down a grand and a half. Not
to mention an impounded jack. Don't

twist the knife.

And I'm down 300.

300? What for?

A fee for last night's shoot.

Is that how much they pay you?

Even more sometimes.

What you need, my son, is a manager.

You put yourself in my hands.