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No one to talk to, I got no telephone

You'd be surprised who can afford membership.

I know, I'm learning.

Good evening. Hello.

Keep smiling till 2 .30 and I'll run you home.

How do you mean home?

I mean hotel.

Well, Harry will be waiting up for you. I'm a big boy now. I've got my own key.

Take your coats, madam.

Thank you. Good evening.

Very interesting.

Thank you, madam.

What? Man, what?

Nothing.

Look at me. Look what you make me do.

Oh, I'm not having this. Just wheels.

Me? What?

What's going on?

I don't know. Some mental case outside.

I haven't even got my teeth in. Yeah, all right. Well, I'll look after you. Go

on.

We closed.

What's this for?

Is this a hotel?

Yeah. Oh, good.

Let us in then, eh?

There you are.

Don't tell me you're full. Come on, I'm done in.

Everything all right, Harry.

Is there more money?

I've got more if that's the problem. No, everything's all right, Nick.

Look, come on, you'd better come in. Oh, you're a friend.

How much have I given you so far? Plenty.

Hey, mind the broken glass to the night port. Is that the light over?

Just point me towards that bed. No, I've got to sign you in first.

Tomorrow.

What's your name?

Eh?

Hey.

You're in the right old state, aren't you?

What happened?

Eh? P. Brandon.

What?

P. Brandon.

What's that? Is that your name?

That's right.

All right, Mr. Brandon.

You're in room five.

Look over the stairs.

Breakfast is from 60 to 9 .30.

Tremendous. Hey.

Hey, I owe you some change.

Keep it.

You're a good man.

Oh, well.

You can pay for the light.

Whatever you like.

There you go, Ken.

Don't you see you're all right?

Thanks, Alf.

I should thank you, really.

Well, I thought it'd make a change from shifting furniture. No, you're not

kidding. I'll say goodnight, then. See you tomorrow, Doreen. No, you won't.

My night off.

Oh, yeah.

OK. Yeah, fine.

Are we off then? Yeah.

Listen, will you celebrate with me?

Celebrate what? Well, get me caravan back, get me land back.

Ken, it's two o 'clock in the morning. Yeah, I know, but if we went really

slowly, we could have breakfast.

No tar.

Well, what about tomorrow evening? Dinner?

Oh, I don't know.

Besides, I'd be eating your caravan. No, I've got enough.

Well, go on.

No, I don't like that.

Suit yourself.

Well, 60 -40. No.

49 -51. No.

45 -55.

No.

Bloody hell, the dawn coolest.

Well, you needn't have waited up for me, Mum.

I wasn't waiting for you.

I'm running a 24 -hour business here.

Trade passing at all hours.

Do you want to...? No, that's all right. Yes, I just booked a fella in next door

to you, room five.

Paid cash.

So did the casino.

So I'll be off your hands very soon, Harry. I've got enough here to sort

out, get me van back, I'm in business.

So it's hello, Market Gardening, goodbye, Box 13.

Can't wait to give it up, can you? No, I can't.

I want to get out to my place, dig the ground, do something for myself.

I don't want to be an errand boy all my life, do I?

Ain't. Oh, Dorian sends her love.

How then?

Mr Boone, all right, are we? Yeah, I'm bearing up. That's what I like to hear.

want my caravan back.

I seem to think we've had this discussion, Mr Boone.

It was your caravan. Now it's mine.

Look, that's what I owe you.

OK?

And that's for the next instalment.

I see.

It's all there.

I'm sure it is.

Unfortunately, your caravan isn't. Come again?

I've sold it.

What do you mean you've sold my van?

Cash flow.

You signed an agreement.

You broke it. I gave you leeway.

No joy, I'm sorry.

I have to say, I'm out of pocket. Oh, you're out of pocket. I'll pay you good

money. I want my van back.

I'm a businessman, Mr. Boone, not a magician.

It's gone.

Now, if you're interested in something more realistic, this will go a long way

towards securing you a nice used model.

Let's go and have a look at what we've got in the yard, shall we?

I prefer to give you a special price in view of what's happened. Yeah, I'm sure

you would.

I don't mind.

You're a lazy beggar.

So?

Can I give you a hand?

What are you doing?

Ken, I'm... Sorry, Harry.

You're not still down in the dumps, are you?

No, but I'm still angry.

Ken, I've said, you can stay here till you're on an even keel. I am on an even

keel. Then get another caravan. Take Father up on his offer.

Some offer.

I'm finding this about business, Ken.

You've got to be tough.

You've got to drive a bargain. I mean, you want to see my bills? It's horrible.

Harry, what am I going to do?

I've got a field full of bits.

Well, I'm glad you realised that at last.

But I'm not daft.

Look, mate, cut your losses.

Go back to Fowler, get him to swap the building materials for a first -class

with all the trimmings.

I can't do that.

I'll never catch up. I mean, it's worse, isn't it?

Eh?

I mean, I feel like kicking myself. I feel like kicking Fowler.

I'll never catch up.

Well, that's the way it seemed to me, Ken.

But I persevered.

You want to think about it, Ken, really? I have been thinking about it. I've

been thinking about it all night.

You see, I think you underestimated Box 13. I mean, that's done you proud

already. Oh, yeah, and what have I done, eh? Cleared up a dozen houses, helped

some psychopathic teenagers, done some shopping for an old lady.

You want to see today's pickings? Apart from the perverts, it's all bloody

double glazing.

I mean, I really feel like going out and smashing some windows. That's how I

feel. You ought to go back to bed, if you ask me.

Well, I might.

Harry, we don't serve breakfast after 9 .30, do we? What?

Look, don't just barge in, Nick.

It's hard to barge through an open door.

Yeah, OK.

What's all this about breakfast?

I woke up that mental case of number five and he wants breakfast.

Well, he's missed it.

Give me a fiver.

A fiver, eh?

Oh, that's fair dues.

That's it. He wants to stay in bed. Says he's got a bad leg.

Well, he has got a bad leg. I know. That's what I said.

My legs aren't too great either if we're discussing legs.

Listen, Nick, I've got to see Ethel about some food. I'll take him

Thanks, Ken.

Nick. Hello.

Five pounds.

Oh.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Well, you could call me a paramedic.

We did all sorts of things in the Fibregate.

Miss it, do you?

Yeah.

I've got a bit of a sideline, you know.

I help people out.

In fact, I do almost anything.

Climbing gasometers, moving furniture, that sort of thing. Earning a few, Bob.

You really ought to get this X -rayed, you know.

How did it happen?

My leg?

Do you think it's serious?

That could be.

To tell you the truth, Mr. Ehrman, Dire straits, if you get my meaning.

Well, I'm sorry to wear it, but I'm not exactly full of sunshine myself.

It's the world.

Yeah, I expect so.

This help business of yours, you get all sorts of jobs, do you?

Well, it's not so much a business. It's more an in -between business.

I understand.

I understand completely.

But say if I was to ask you to find out a few things for me, could you do that?

You in trouble with the police?

Oh, no.

No.

No, I'll tell you what it is.

I've given my head a whack and now I'm having a terrible time with the old

memory box.

It's gone.

Yeah, I see.

So what you're saying is you can't remember anything?

Not a dicky bird.

What, not even your name?

Address?

Brandon. My name's P. Brandon.

P for?

I don't know.

Patrick?

You don't believe me, do you? No.

You want to try it?

waking up in a hotel bedroom knowing nothing except your leg is killing you

your head has blown a fuse.

Well, if you're not pulling my leg, why don't we go to the police?

I can't do that, can I? Why?

Well, look at me.

I look suspicious, don't I?

How did I hurt my leg?

And to tell you the truth, I've got a little bit of cash on me.

What, and that's a problem?

Quite a little bit.

And I've got the fear of God up my...

Look, I don't know exactly how I can help you.

Well, you could find out who I am. Well, how?

Don't know.

No, nor do I.

Best thing for you, mate, is to lie here, get that leg mended and relax.

It'll all come back to you. Here, let me give you some cash.

I'll think about it.

You're a friend.

I haven't said yes yet.

No, but I can see you're a good man.

Stop!

I'll see you.

Harry, if you wanted to find out someone's address and you only got their

what would you do?

Look in the phone book.

That's what I saw.

Can I have the phone book, please, Harry?

Excuse me.

What's this for? I've got a job. What job?

Private investigator.

Sorry about that. Right, thank you.

Thank you very much, sir.

Are we allowed to ask what it is you're investigating?

Yeah, I'm trying to find out who that is in room five.

Why, what did he tell you?

He doesn't know.

Well, his name's in the register.

Yeah, P. Brandon.

That's right.

Well, he says he's lost his memory. Yeah, very fishy, if you ask me.

Too many five -pound notes by half.

And he hasn't budged from that room for a second.

Well, he's got a bad leg.

Well, I've got a bad back.

You've got dodgy lungs.

But we still managed to wobble him out.

No, I don't think he's lost his memory. I think he's got a few things to forget.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Now leave it, Ken.

That means no.

Bloody smokey. Oh, come on. It's a box 13 job. It's your idea. He's got bundles

of fibres.

Oh, that's true.

Hey, what's Mr Mystery Payne here?

Oh, yeah. Well, I know what you should do, Ken Boone, and that's stop mucking

about and give Mr Fowler a ring.

Yeah, I had a great idea about that. You're right. I'm going to give him his

materials back.

That's right, Ken. Yeah, I'm going to hire a tipper truck and unload them all

over his office.

Oh, you always learn an option at the start, Ken Boone.

Random P, random P, W, prep lines.

There you are. It's all right.

I'll bring it back.

Yes? Mr. Brandon about?

No, no, he's not. Why?

Are you Mrs. Brandon?

No.

Do you want anything?

Only it says P. Brandon outside.

Well, it says chemist next door, but they're not Mr. and Mrs. Chemist.

Right. He died two years ago.

Ten pence, please.

Start up.

Oi, haven't you got a party around?

Mrs.

Brandon? Yeah?

I'm not bothering you, am I?

As a matter of fact, I was in the bath.

Is your husband in?

You're not from the social, are you?

No, no, nothing like that.

It's just I'm being followed about and I don't like it, you know. Well, no, not

by me. I was just wondering about your husband.

You know, about what happened to him.

Oh, you've just got out, have you?

Eh? I'm going to visit, but it's such a bloody journey to the Isle of Wight.

Well, no, I was just wondering if you'd missed him recently.

Oh, I've not missed him, what do you think?

What's that, Myra?

He says he's a friend of Phil's. Oh, so am I, mate.

Right.

All right? Yeah.

Look, why don't you come back in about 20 years?

You'll be in time for his reunion party.

Fine. In the meantime, bugger off, eh?

Yeah, well, bye for now.

I'll, um, I'll let Phil know you're both keeping very clean.

What do you think you're doing?

Be careful.

What do you mean, careful? What are you doing snooping about in my kitchen?

I'm really sorry. I did try the front door. Pick up the kettle.

Your back door was open. All right. If you're hearing about the house, it's

sold. Well, didn't you see the sign?

It's ridiculous the agents haven't moved it. Well, Peter's furious, and so am I.

You must be Mrs. Brandon.

Of course I'm Mrs.

Brandon. Terrific. Hello.

How do you do?

I didn't come about the house, actually. I just wondered if Peter...

Was around.

You're joking, aren't you? I never see him these days. I get instructions.

Today it's dig up the border shrubs.

Oh, what, you're taking them all with you, are you? Oh, yes.

Nothing like a nice japonica.

Is Peter expecting you?

Well, no, I was just hoping to see him.

Join the club.

He's not gone missing or anything, has he? No, but...

No, it's just a joke, not a very funny one. It's just I'm having to do all this

myself. Well, perhaps I could help you.

I mean, I'm quite green -fingered myself, actually. What were you wanting

Peter about?

There's nothing.

It was just a social call, you know, before you moved.

Because he never mentioned anything this morning about anyone popping in.

This morning?

Yes.

Oh, well, in that case...

I wouldn't say no to a hand bringing the rest of these plants in. My back's like

iron. All right.

And there's a packing case blocking the bedroom door upstairs, and I can't move

it. Upstairs? I can't tell you. I'm fagged out.

Well, you know what Peter's like. He wants every damn thing doing just so.

He's always too busy himself.

Typical. Yes, same old Pete.

Listen, I'll put the kettle on while you're bringing the rest of the plants

Oh, and I've got a nice bit of quiche as well. How do you do?

Well, not really. I'm on a, you know... Are you sure?

We'll see how you feel later.

Oh, do you want to borrow Peter's wellies?

Could I, I suppose? Let me see. I saw them just now. Well, it's no bother.

Wonders will never cease.

What are you doing?

Hello. Hi.

How are you?

Sorry I'm late.

So you... He was expecting you. Of course.

Peter, why didn't you tell me? I nearly clunked him with the shovel. Sorry,

darling. Listen, my briefcase is through in the car. You couldn't be an angel?

See what I mean?

What's this?

I was just telling him all about you and the way you treat me.

What have you said?

What did you say to him? Nothing.

We were just talking. It's all over with me and Sue.

It's been over for weeks, months. I've told them, honest to God.

You can see for yourself, for Christ's sake.

We're moving.

I can't say fairer than that.

In a couple of days, you won't even know I existed.

I think we're talking at cross purposes, Mr... Pardon me.

I've got friends as well, you know. You know what I'm talking about.

So you can just sod off.

Well, that's a bit aggressive, isn't it? I'm right here worrying my wife. If

you've told her anything, I... One briefcase, Your Highness.

You're an angel. I know.

And now I suppose you want some tea.

Well, I'm just making some for Mr... Well, actually, Brian's got to go.

Oh.

Sorry. Yeah, it's been really nice seeing you, kid.

Take care, yeah?

And keep in touch.

Yeah? Well, nice to have met you, Brian.

And you too.

Bye -bye now.

Brian?

Hello.

Hello, Sherlock Holmes.

Terrible.

Who is he, then? Your friend in number five. Well, for one thing, he is not in

the phone book.

Well, I'm not surprised.

I wish he wasn't in my hotel either.

First thing you can find for him is somewhere else to live.

What do you mean, me find him?

He's your client.

No, he's not.

You can get £40 a day as a private investigator.

I've been ringing round. That plus expenses, a lot of money, Ken. I don't

to know, Harry.

Oh, you make me laugh, you do.

One minute you're moaning about no money, and the next you're turning down

officer -ready cash.

And one minute you're telling me I'm a fool for taking on the job, now you're

telling me I'm a fool not to.

Yeah, well, I'm contradicting myself.

Oh, I see you.

Hey, I thought I was making vegetable lasagna. Well, I'm going to miss it.

Oh, why?

Me and Doreen were going out for a little dinner.

Oh, listen to this.

A little dinner, you sly bugger.

What do you mean?

I thought Doreen was locked and had forgotten the combination.

No, it's nothing like that. It was just going to be a bit of a celebration. You

know, me getting my caravan back.

Now what's it going to be?

Well, more of a commiseration, I suppose.

Hey, I wish you'd let me talk to Fowler. I know how to handle his sort.

OK. OK what? OK, you talk to him.

What's changed your mind all of a sudden? Because when you see him, you'll

to run him over.

Well, we can go later.

Unless you want the rest of the day to wash your bits.

It's a Boris menu, Harry.

Hey, Ethel, Ken's turning his back on your vegetable, isn't he?

Is he?

He's got a date.

Oh, well, that's nice.

I'll get you some for your lunch tomorrow.

Don't worry about me, you fool.

Well, he could always bring it here for supper, couldn't he, Harry?

That's an idea.

Yeah. We'd book the table.

Oh, well. Yeah, go on. Go on.

Nicky, you busy?

I'm getting my allergy back from scumming those bathroom piles. Look.

Well, can you come and sulk me on reception while I go to the bank?

Don't sulk if you had an allergy.

Oh, never mind.

Ethel's making vegetable lasagna tonight.

Lasagna?

I like a drop of lasagna.

Right, I'll tell you who you're not, and that's Pete Brandon.

Am I not? How do you know? I looked in the phone book. There's three of them.

Unless you've escaped from Parkhurst or you're dead, we're up a blind alley.

What about the third? Third one's a nutter. Keeps calling people Brian.

I thought I was from the Mafia, so you're better off not being him. I see.

thanks for trying anyway.

So, what's next? What's next?

Next is nothing.

Oh, please, Ken, you've got to help me.

I'm lying here frantic.

I'll give you anything you want.

Oh, here, I should pay you for this morning. I don't want any money. I don't

want the job. There's nothing I can do.

But look, say I'm not in the phone book, eh?

Say I don't even live in the area, huh? Yeah, say you're not P. Brandon.

Yeah.

But if I'm not P.

Brandon, then who am I?

And where did all this come from?

Afternoon.

Hello. Is there somebody I could have a word with?

No, what is it? Is the manager about?

He isn't, no.

I've worked here for 20 years, will I do?

It's just I need some information about your guests.

I knew the chap before you, B .C. Dendle.

He was a good bloke. He's retired, I expect.

I should retire.

Got biology back, look.

On duty last night, were you?

Asked me the last night I wasn't on duty. Does that mean yes?

There's no need to be short.

We had a cortina wrapped around a lamppost. Ring any bells?

No, I don't drive.

Come on, Grandad, give us a break, eh?

Yeah, the difference, eh? P .C. Tyndall, he knew everything. Knew everybody.

Knew my first name.

Always remembered it. Yeah, I know. And he had a bicycle and whistled. Is the

manager in?

No. No.

You've been very helpful.

I don't think I'm the thieving tape.

Look at myself.

Do you?

How's your leg?

Terrible.

I'm very depressed, to be honest, Ken.

I feel like I've been in a dishwasher.

And you still can't remember what happened?

I can't.

I don't know. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and it'll all come flooding

me. Well, the first thing we've got to do is find you somewhere to stay.

But I'm all right here.

And you're next door.

Yeah, but the thing is, Harry, Mr Crawford, he's a bit concerned about you

staying here too long.

Wants me out, does he? I think so.

It's a sadness, all this, Ken. I have to tell you, it's a purgatory.

Well, I'll have another word with him.

I'm a man in a mess.

Oh, come on, mate, cheer up.

Ken, I want to give you some money.

We don't know it's yours yet, do we?

You're a good man.

I'll tell you what, if I do help you, I'm not cheap.

Good men never are.

Ken, are you around?

Harry! Where are you?

Oh, come in.

I'll see you.

Have you told mate he's out on his bum in the morning?

My client, you mean?

Oh, a bit of sense at last. Good.

No, but I still want him out.

Has he remembered anything?

No. Mind you, I checked the papers.

No robberies as far as I can see.

Anyway, get your coat. We're going to see Fowler. Harry, Harry, let's leave

I just feel if I see him, I'm going to want to hit him.

Just let me do the talking and we'll be all right.

You... Get off me!

I'm not a blooming charity.

I make my living by buying and selling.

He's taking me to the cleaners. He's a disgrace.

No, I've made you a good offer for some second -hand materials.

Yeah, which you sold to me. I haven't touched them. Exactly so, they're second

-hand. They're not being touched.

I'm sorry.

That's my best offer, and it's a good one.

I think that's very fair, Ken, when you think about it. Oh, you do, do you?

Well, I'm glad someone can see sense.

I want to be fair.

It's an unfortunate situation, and I want to stress I'm a great admirer of

fire service. Slash him.

In fact, to sum up this little meeting, I would say, quite frankly, Ken, that if

Mr Fowler here was on fire, I wouldn't even bloody spit on him. You what? This

man's a hero. He's actually done something useful with his life. Now,

minute. You don't know what the word means. You've stitched up Ken Gordon

proper. Get off.

Get off me. You've come up with a fabulous offer. A fabulous offer. Or

you go in this city, someone will always be asking you why you ripped off a

hero, a man with fire in his lungs.

Now, you get your calculator out, you put your finger on the big numbers

Press. And then Kenny will think about spending that figure on a new mobile

home. And I want to stress that I don't mean a port -a -loo.

This is ridiculous.

It's blackmail. Oh, no, no, no.

It's a fat friend.

Go on.

Good man.

Done up like a dog's dinner.

Oh, very smart.

Right, come on, Rocky. Two rounds.

Eight. Got eight.

Rubbish. No reach.

Hey, don't tell Fowler, will you? Oh, you were brilliant.

Yeah, I was, wasn't I? Did I get the thank you? About 50 times.

I can really celebrate tonight.

Hey, yeah.

I ought to come with you as a thank you for dealing with Fowler.

But I won't.

Joe,

let me stop you.

Hey, you look really smashing, I think's the word.

Thank you.

Well, you don't look so bad yourself.

Hey, now, have a nice time.

We will.

Hey.

I've had to tell Ken I can't join you.

Oh, right.

So now it's just me, Ethel, and the lasagna.

Is that right, love?

That's right.

Well, go on, see you.

Bye -bye.

Night.

So you'll be back to living like a flip -flop again?

Why, it's not a caravan anyway.

It's an old site office.

Very spacious.

Very comfortable.

You want to come and see it? Yeah, maybe.

Anyway, it was all Harry's doing.

He was the muscle, I was the brain.

I just sat back.

There you were looking. You didn't get locked up.

Oh, come on, fellas. A shark.

I mean, Harry's a respectable property -owning citizen.

I'm a... Yeah.

Well, I'm a gypsy.

Precisely. You were lucky you didn't get locked up.

You should have taken me with you.

That's what Harry said.

Yeah. Bring on the demolition expert. That's me.

He did a good job on it, I tell you. I think he actually quite enjoyed it.

Well, business is bringing the executive out in him, you see.

Yeah.

So, what about you and Box 13, then?

Oh, I don't know.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

Harry won't let me drop it.

He seems to have appointed himself as my personal manager.

He'll be after his 10 % soon.

Anyway, I can't really afford not to do it.

Ponderosa will see veggies soon, you rest assured.

And a house.

Right.

Oh, I passed a nasty crash here last night when I dropped you off.

Car halfway up a lamp, a Cortina or something.

A real mess.

Nasty, eh?

I hope they got out all right.

That's for the fire brigade, that is. Job for the boys.

Cut them up, cut them out, cart them away.

Actually, that's the part I didn't like much about it.

They'll be all right.

I hope so.

Nick mentioned that the police had been round to the hotel asking questions,

inquiries and stuff.

Well, the driver probably just got out and walked away.

Wait a minute.

So you reckon that number five and the smash course team are connected?

Yeah, probably.

Do you believe him?

What, about him losing his memory?

Yeah, I do, actually.

But then I'm gullible.

Mind you, he's beginning to pong a bit.

So, congratulations to your new home.

Cheers.

posh here, isn't it?

Why posh?

I've had a lot of years in the 3rd Division.

No more.

Well, lots of nice people in the 3rd Division.

Where have you been, Camboon?

3rd Division, mostly.

Well, you're going to be a gentleman farmer now. A gardener.

Yeah, that's right.

Did you always want to do that?

No, I didn't.

I always wanted to be a cowboy.

Not much of a call for it down our road.

You'd have made a good cowboy.

Yeah, I think so.

Is that why you joined the fire service?

Probably. Well, you know, you get to wear a big hat, do stupid things.

Anyway, I know all about me.

What about you?

Nothing to tell.

I'm an open book.

Good story.

Long.

Doreen Evans, chapter one.

She was born... Here's the food.

Where do you live, anyway?

Since you separated from your old man.

None of your business.

Sure I'm going to like this?

Squid? Yeah, it's great.

Are you sure?

Cam. Cam.

Cam.

Coming.

Right now.

That's it.

Fine.

Right.

Come and stop. Breathe locked. Window primed and cement.

Okay.

And Sal was turning a load of green paint.

He didn't want his name all over it.

Good boy.

See you soon.

Morning. Hello, sweetheart.

Must be my lucky day, eh?

Eleven o 'clock in the morning and here I am face to face with a gorgeous woman.

Fancy.

I wonder if you're going to make my day even happier and come up with a wee bit

of information.

I wonder.

I'm looking for a friend.

Yes. I can imagine that could be a problem.

Very good.

Like a girl with spirit.

Jolly good.

How did you want to room, or are you at a loose end?

This friend.

Irish chappy.

Bit gormless, quite tall, dark hair, lot of teeth.

Mean anything to you?

No.

Do you want a word with him? Well, he's not here.

Couldn't have a quick look at the register, could I? No, you couldn't.

Come on.

Don't be difficult.

That's what I'm best at.

What are you good at?

Having any trouble, Doreen? No, no, it's okay, Nick.

Who's this?

Your granddad? Sorry I couldn't help you.

Oh, no, you've been very helpful.

I'll have to come back.

Charlie, who's your friend?

He's no friend, and he's definitely not charming.

I know him from somewhere. Who is he?

Yeah, so do I.

He comes in the casino.

He's a car dealer.

Mac something, I can't remember.

Anyway, he was asking about our man in number five.

Was he?

Do you mind if I open the window?

OK. I'm going to buy you some socks next time I go out. Ken, I've remembered a

few things. I knocked your wall a couple of times last night to tell you, but

you must have been out. Yeah, I was.

Is that all right?

I mean, first time I was out, second time I thought, well, nothing's that

urgent. Not even your memory.

Well, let me tell you.

I think my name is Frank, and I think I support West Brom.

Oh, well, that narrows the field a bit.

Yeah.

Cortinas and used car salesmen mean anything to you?

You think I'm a car seller?

No. I don't think so.

I think you've got something to do with a Cortina that did some very heavy

petting with a lamppost around the corner.

Oh, really? A crash?

Yeah, and you just had a visit from a very unhappy used car salesman. Are you

kidding me, Ken? No.

Someone asking for me?

I think so.

Oh, my God. This morning? Yeah, just now.

Oh, my God. Who is he? What have I done?

How did he know I was here? I don't know who he is, but he knows you. He doesn't

know you're here.

Oh, God, it sounds terrible.

Come on, at least it's two parts in the jigsaw, isn't it? Not a very nice

jigsaw. Come on, cheer up.

Do I still have to go this morning?

I don't think I can.

I'm ailing in the mind and the body. Look, what we've got to find out is who

this geezer is and what he knows about you.

Eh?

He's called Max, I mean.

Sounds bad.

Well, we don't know you've done nothing wrong.

I must have done. I feel guilty.

I've got all this money.

Doreen. This is Frank, we think.

Frank? This is Doreen. Hello, Doreen. Hello.

So, you're Tom McGeary's friend?

You've found his name out? Yeah, I rang the casino.

Does that mean anything to you?

So it's true, then, is it? You really have lost your memory.

Does anybody mind if I open the window?

I'm excited.

It's OK.

Well, I'll have to go and see this McGeary, then. Ken, you're mad if you

Where do you say that?

Because this McGeary fellow is obviously big trouble.

Oh, Christ.

Well, I could beat Kenny about it. You know, just go and look at cards.

Oh, Christ.

Exactly. Anyway, listen, I really must go down. Are you comfortable?

Yes, I am, but your manager has given me my marching orders.

Oh, well, I'll talk to him. You'll be all right till this thing gets sorted.

You're good, people.

Doreen? Yes?

You couldn't sneak me up a bottle of the gold liquid?

Sorry?

Whiskey.

Oh, I expect so. Bless you.

See you. Cam.

Yeah? Be careful.

Yes, be careful.

Are you concerned about me?

Not in the slightest. I just can't stand heroes.

I mean, he must have left town.

I'd be surprised if he could even bloody crawl. Have you seen the car?

Oh, that's sweet.

So when I want intelligence, I'll know where to go.

Aye, sure, sure. Sorry, boss. Listen, get off your fat ass and find a little

bugger as well.

Wait a minute, I've got a customer.

Call me back when you've got some.

Morning, sir.

Need any help?

Well, I was looking for a car, actually.

Well, you couldn't have come to a better place. This is a car sale room.

Oh, yeah, a cortina's a pretty good value.

Oh, our speciality, sir.

Only one owner.

I know our best advertisement, I must admit.

How about a wee stroll round the estate, sir? Yeah, why not?

Now, tell me, why should a motorcycling man want to give up all that excitement

for the thinking person's motor?

Well, you know how it is.

Everyone's got to settle down sometime.

How about this one?

Belonged to wife.

Broke her heart when I took it.

Sunday car, was it?

Got a new Jag in exchange. You still wanted to hang on to this?

No, I don't like the colour.

Are you sure it's a car you're after? What do you mean?

I've taken you right round this place twice and nothing seems to take your

fancy. No, not as such. Just a...

Bit put off by all this.

That's what you've said.

Take a lucky man to walk away from that.

I would indeed.

You know him, do you?

Where have I seen you before?

Me? You're one of Frank's mates, aren't you?

Could be.

You work with that Torag in the rigs, don't you? No.

Are you, then? Well, you can tell him from me that brother -in -law or no

brother -in -law is for the bloody high jump.

All right, well, thanks for the... So where is he then, eh? And what's all

about peace dogs?

Because there'll be no bloody peace, sonny. Yeah, all right, I'll tell him.

I'll tell him. You take me.

We've got a comedian who knows what prank is.

Oh, come on, mate, do me a favour.

Come on, why do I need... I know that

geezer for someone.

And I'll come back to me.

I'll show you if you want.

Still in one piece?

Just about.

And? I'm finding out about Frank's family.

So then, Smoky, who done it? All right, follow me. Find out. Come on.

Dynamic hero.

Hello, Grand Hotel. Can I help you?

Bloody hell.

He's my brother -in -law.

You know?

I've been looking at the name.

Couldn't work out why it made me so depressed.

Then I remembered.

It was my wife's name.

Yeah, well, your brother -in -law's not too pleased with you. Doesn't think much

of me either.

Oh, dear.

What did you do?

I don't know.

One thing you didn't do, that was steal the money. It's yours.

Is it? Yeah. You work on the oil rigs. Do I?

Oh. What's the matter?

Don't know. I thought it might be something a bit more... dangerous.

Sorry. You can get paid now, then, Ken.

Absolutely. No question.

I've been wanting to pay him.

Here you are.

Plant it in the ground.

Yeah, thanks. I will.

You can go home and patch things up with the missus.

Smashing? I don't think so.

Oh, bit of a problem there. Her family have got plans involving a hospital for

you. Oh, my God. Is this the brother -in -law?

I don't want any violence in my hotel.

Where is he?

Ken!

It's all right. Oh, my God.

Stay with him, Harry.

Right.

Ken!

And you're for it and all, mate. You leave her alone.

Is he up there?

We're not going anywhere, son. I know how to use one of these.

You just stay with us.

This is family. I don't know what that lying little basket's telling you, but

you don't tell it to my sister.

Now, nobody touches her and gets away with it.

Get out of the car, Jack.

Don't hurt him, Tom. Please, it's my fault.

He was a lying little runt, and I'm going to pull the line. Did Frank do

Aye, he did. And it was no need either.

I'd already taken care of the matter. I'd run that other bastard out of town.

That's where Brandon comes into all this, eh?

How does he know about Pete, Tom?

Have you been telling everybody?

You promised, you bastard. Shut up.

Brandon,

that's right.

Well, what are you going to do?

Bastard thinks he can leave town before I catch up with him. What?

Where's the back way? No, hang about, hang about. Harry, give me your car

What? Give me your keys. No.

I'm sorry, Harry, but I'm a man betrayed.

Yeah, well, I'm not moving.

Take him.

Stay back!

Don't damage the door!

Don't hurt him, Tom, please!

Frank, get the door down!

Frank! Where's Frank?

Where is he?

He held a knife to my throat.

He took my car keys, he went out the back way, he went after Brandon.

Where's he off to?

Come on, you can take the car, come on.

Who's going to pay for this door?

You seen the owner of this van?

No, mate.

Just get out of the way. You leave my husband alone, you maniac.

Take it easy, Frank.

You again?

Stay out of this, Ken. This is none of your business. Just leave it.

I'm a man betrayed, Ken.

Here's me busting a gut on those bloody rigs and this branding is between my

sheets. You're dead.

Is that true?

Is that... True? About his wife?

I'm first!

Frances!

You and I have got some business to attend to.

Sue! Christ.

Sue? Is that her?

Don't you hurt him, Tom?

I love him.

You can still love him after I've finished you.

He's for it and all.

Brandon!

You're at the root of all of this, and you are also in very big trouble. No,

just hang on a minute.

Get out of my garden, you bastard!

What's he look like?

I'm sorry.

Who am I sorry?

I missed you.

Did you?

As soon as I remembered you, I missed you.

Handy?

Very.

Hey, this is Brandon's sofa.

Did you... No, I did not.

Honest, Frank.

If I was you, I'd get him off to casualty. Yeah.

OK? What do you mean, OK?

Have you seen the daughter, number five? She's in ruins.

Anyway, let's get back.

Nick's in charge.

Right.

You'll need this to get home with. Thanks.

I had to leave in a bit of a hurry.

Yeah, well, as they say, fools rush in.