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Hello?

Frankie Bass Agency?

Well, yes, I hope you can look.

I'm looking for a group.

A musical, you know, like the Beatles.

Hi. Morning, Mr Crawford.

You can, you can, mate. Do me a favour. What is all this?

Harry, you do me a favour.

Look, we're very busy. The soft lad's had a puncture.

Like I said, I had a private arrangement with some colleagues.

Well, ex -colleagues, rather.

At the Four Flames.

Firemen. Oh?

I can tell you're a sharp one, Harry. If it's any more like you, I'll be fluting

my job.

Good publicity, see?

Ex -firemen, that's me.

Hook, singing firemen.

Disco, live music, food, all for seven bit of bed.

And you would turn up something.

Take a look at this, Harry.

They're right up your roo.

The country and western band.

Bronco Billy Boys, they're called.

And wherever they go, the West Midlands Cowboy Club goes as well.

That's the singer.

Phoebe McClintock. Isn't she gorgeous?

Oh, it's not really me. All that dressing up as cowboys.

They're free on the 14th.

The local press seem to love them.

And the best is, if you book the band, you get the cowboys as a guaranteed

audience.

Oh, huh?

What are they like?

Oh, I don't know. They're playing tonight at the Selly Park Tavern.

Why don't you go along?

I'll get them to put your name on the door.

They're not my clients yet, but they want me to represent them. So if you

them, we can do a deal.

Right.

You couldn't get them to put two names on the door, could you?

Listen, mate, I'm sorry I was a bit sharp earlier.

Oh, forget it, Ken.

How's business?

Thriving. Yeah, I bet you could do with a pint, couldn't you?

It's been known.

Hey, what are you doing tonight?

Not tonight. Put my feet up.

Rocky's on a late shift.

Because I've booked us a night out.

You what?

At the Sally Park tavern.

Your kind of do and all.

Well, what's my kind of do?

Cowboys with a bit of country, you know. Oh, Harry, come on. I gave that up

years ago. No, don't be a wally. You'll love it. Eight o 'clock and our names

are on the door.

Well, if I do come, I'm coming on the bike. Fast getaway, if I don't like it.

Can you, bloody late?

What's going on?

Pintalaga? Is this your idea of a joke?

Pintalaga, please.

I thought you'd have liked this.

All these cowboys. I don't go in with all that dressing up. Look.

Anyway, Ken, it's very colourful, you know.

We could do with a bit of this down at the coaching inn.

Hey, that lady, Frankie Bass, she tipped me off about the band.

They're called Bronco Billy's Cowboys, with B .B. McClintock.

You'll like her. Who, Frankie Bass?

No, the singer.

Now, Frank is the agent that got us in here. And I'll tell you something else,

Ken. She's a very smart woman.

Yes, I'm sure she is, Harry. She's not even here, is she?

As soon as I finish this, I'm going.

Oh, no. Hang about, Ken. Hang about. I need your advice about the band.

You see, if I book them for the coaching, I'll get the audience thrown

well. See, I'm offering a disco and a running buffet all for seven pounds a

head.

Hang on, Jack.

You're running up with his beer.

waiting for your own, your very own Miss Phoebe McVinter.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm begging

of you, please don't take my man.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't

take him just because you can

Good, isn't she?

Folks, that's last orders at the bar.

I'm afraid it's going to have to be last post from us, but... What's going on? I

don't know, but I'm booking them.

What do you say?

Whoa!

What a beautiful -looking visa!

Put you in the bike tire?

I was born on Pellion, pal.

This is a pub. It must be worth a few bucks.

I wouldn't know.

I never want to sell her.

You've looked after her.

Great poddy work.

Why didn't you let me sing my song? You are jealous of me, Billy. Jealous? Yes,

you are. Why should I be jealous of you?

Don't make me... Why do we rehearse my songs if I'm not going to perform them?

Sorry to barge in, wife. Is it just to keep you sweet, Billy? It's about a

booking.

Frankie Bass said I should talk to you.

Who's he?

She. Frankie's a she. It's a common mistake.

She's the agent, you know, too.

Have we changed your management again, are we? I own the band and it's

This is business. The man wants to book us.

Yeah, come on in.

Let's discuss it. And you think our discussion's finished?

Well, no way.

So where's your bike then?

Oh, the boy did the ton. I did the ton ten.

Metal pins in both legs and an arm. I took up guitar. It's safer on corners.

Could I start her up?

Yeah, all right, why not?

I'm waiting for a mate.

Perhaps we can do a deal. Yeah.

Without Frankie Bass.

Without her?

Don't see her here disagree, do you?

More people involved, what's it going to cost?

Cost you, that is.

Oh.

Oh.

Friday the 14th, was it?

Yeah.

Yes, we're free, Mr Crawford.

Harry Crawford.

Oh, cheers.

So, do we have a deal, Harry?

Yeah.

Friday the 14th.

PP, I thought you were loading the bloody van.

Leave it out, BB.

Just getting a bit nostalgic.

Yes, well, I'm getting a minicab. Tell Billy.

Miss McClintock, I could give you a lift, if you like.

Well, thank you.

Oh, I don't really think I'm dressed for it, am I?

Sorry.

Forget it, pal.

Stick with the beauty you've got.

Thank you, boy.

Well, I'm glad to hear you think they're a bunch of dibbies, but they're going

to make Friday week a financial success.

Yeah, but it won't be a financial success if you give them a meal and a

They'll have chicken and chips and like it. Yeah, but hamburger and beans are

cheaper than chicken.

You could serve them outside, under the stars, burn the rubbish, stick some

charcoal on top, give them a barbecue.

Pick up a fruit and fielding road.

Oi, and if your radio breaks down again, phone in.

Some tables.

Chuck in a few beers.

Go down a lot better with the West Midland Cowboy Club.

Yeah, beans are cheap, aren't they?

A couple of them fold -up tables.

Run some electric light.

That's it, Harry.

The pioneering image.

New frontiers.

Hey, I'll cook the burgers. That's a price, of course.

You cook?

Do you love them, Ben?

Yeah, all right.

I'll have to alter that post, then.

We are the mods, we are the mods, we are, we are, we are the mods. We are the

mods, we are, we are the mods. All right, you lot, knock it off.

I still reckon it's been chopped up for spares.

It's a collector's item, that bike.

Stands to reason, Ken.

Well, no -one would want to buy that bike, but plenty of people would want

spares. You would always want an iron load for spares.

I'm sure it'll turn up, Ken.

It's only been a few days.

Ten days.

See, I spoke to a mate of mine who owns a scrapyard.

Rocky, let's get started.

Started? We're supposed to be setting up the barbecue.

I'm head chef.

And I'm chief bottle washer. And I'm his assistant.

But what about me?

What am I supposed to do?

Harry says he's got something special lined up for you.

Make sure there are plenty of pint mugs, Jerry.

Yes, Mr Crawford.

Well, we don't want to lose customers searching for glapping.

Here, hang on, Ken.

I'll give you a hand. Oh, careful, Larry. White -collar worker now, you.

Did you look at the bike?

No, nothing.

Did you mention that bloke in the van to the police? The one who admired your

bike so much. P .T. Hudson. Yeah, I did mention it.

Well, it's over a week now.

I mean, what are you going to do?

I don't know.

Get a new bike, I suppose.

Well, if you need any help, Cairn, you know, cash.

No, it's all right, Harry.

Rangers are doing all right, mate.

What's this surprise you've got for me, then?

Oh, right.

Hang about.

Back in a tick.

Harry Crawford speaking.

Harry?

It's Bronco.

Bronco Billy.

Listen, there's been a slight itch this end.

Ken?

Ken?

I've got a problem.

Well, what's new?

Bronco Billy.

He's broken down outside Shrewsbury.

He's cutting a bit fine, isn't he? Well, he mightn't get here at all.

Look at all that ageing of his. Frankie Worthington, a bass.

Bass. Anyway, I didn't book him through here.

I made a deal with Billy himself.

And now he's not going to show up? Yes, well, he will show up if I can get him

some transport.

And I thought if you was to take the hotel's van... Look, Ken, there's a lot

organise here still.

I mean, I'm going to be lynched if Bronco doesn't turn up. All right, give

some keys.

No good standing here.

Hey, it'll give you a chance to ask that bloke in black about white lightning,

won't it? Yeah, I had thought of that.

One, two, three.

Woo -ha!

Yee -haw!

Hold up, hold up.

What's happening?

Harry Crawford's sending his van out to get us. It'll be about an hour.

What do we do till then?

We offload the gear from this van.

Get a new driver to do it. There's a pub back that way, so I'm going to go for a

drink. Anyone else?

Nick!

Pick us up there.

You look well, Slim.

Oh, you're handling things very well. A free lift.

What do we do about getting to Stoke -on -Trent tomorrow?

Just leave it, B .B. If you'd stop changing agents every few months, we

get one interested enough in us to get us some steady gigs.

Oh, yeah?

What have we been getting for the past few years, then?

Motorway thickness.

Hello. Miss McClintock?

Me?

You're the man with the bike.

I was the man with the bike.

It got stolen.

I'm the man with the van.

Name's Ken.

Harry Crawford, he sent me out here to pick you up.

Well, not just you, I mean all the gang. Where are they?

A couple of miles that way.

What are you doing standing there?

I'm resting my aching feet. I thought I'd go for a stroll, but I should have

changed out of my boots. They've crippled me.

Hey, come on. I'll give you a hand.

Why? Thank you.

Come on.

Next.

Why, you're a sight for sore feet, Ken.

Well? Guess it's time we got moving.

Miss... Phoebe, please.

Phoebe?

Your boots.

It sounds like I turned down an offer of a lifetime.

A ride on a BSA 650cc.

I nearly left that pub, you know, before you started singing.

I'm glad I didn't. You're really good.

So you're an expert on singers as well as bikes.

Well, I know what I like.

I think you ought to take it up professionally.

Well, I'll be on a big stage.

The Palladium?

No, the Grand Old Opry.

Yeah, that's it, the Grand Old Opry. Nashville, Tennessee.

Oh, I thought I would, Ken.

When I started way back, I wanted to sing at the Grand Old Opry.

Just even to go there, that would do.

Yeah, I'd like to go to America.

Ride a horse instead of a machine.

America's a long way off, Ken.

But we're not past it yet, are we? No.

There it is. There's the van.

I didn't mean the van.

I know.

Oh, well, I'm glad you find it funny.

Where have you been? I came as quick as I could. I'm not talking to you. I'm

talking to her.

I went for a walk.

With no shoes on.

They're in the van. Ken picked me up.

Yeah, looks like he did.

Well, Ken, you can start loading that van up. Uh -oh. I'm just the driver,

Harry said nothing about loading or unloading. You'd better get your boys to

help you out. Where are they?

They went to the pub.

Including that one in the black.

P .T. led the charge.

Look, what about all that gear?

You'd better get lifted, son.

I'll just give you a hand with the heavy ones.

The bloody old... I thought all this dressing up wasn't for you.

Frankie, I didn't expect you.

Well, I came to see Bronco Billy's boys with B .B. McClintock.

So tell me, did you book them because they were good or because they were

Oh, they're good.

Yes, good.

I told you they'd be right up your rue, didn't I, Harry?

Oh, you certainly did, Frankie, and I'm dead grateful I could... Look, I was

going to... Ah, Harry, I know all about Wasgonna.

So, don't we have some talking to do?

Yes.

Yo! Hello, pal.

What are you drinking?

Got you behind the wheel of a van.

Where's the visa?

That's what I was going to ask you.

What? About my visa.

It got stolen.

Stolen? You what?

Bad luck, pal.

Is it?

All right, all right.

Get in the van, will you?

Leave the members of my band alone.

All of them.

Hey, Ken, take a look at that bloaty black about your boy.

He won't help.

He denies it. He denies it.

Howdy, folks.

If you'd all like to just mosey on through into the garden, it's all ready,

waiting for you. Hope you have a nice evening.

Harry, I've had enough of this. I'm going to get cleaned up. Yeah, all

mate.

very nice.

Well?

What's wrong with looking smart?

She's a good looking woman.

Here.

I want no trouble tonight.

I'm deputising you.

How come?

Because I'm the sheriff.

So come on, partner.

Let's get amongst you.

Local press will be here in a minute.

Not that bloke from the diary again.

He's really promised this time.

Hey.

Guess who turned up here while you were gone?

Miss Shelby's herself.

Frankie Bass.

Are you sure you wouldn't

like me?

Eh?

Well, you told me else, of course.

Well, it's my commission, can't it?

Oh, Frankie, please.

What? You'd better get that head inside to listen to the band. Otherwise, we're

going to make the lot.

She has got a point, Harry.

The music, it sounds like come dancing.

Yes, yes, it's all right. Yes, I'll get back to you. Good boy.

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Hey.

Here, hold that.

Roundabout.

I don't really go much on this music.

No?

No.

More of an Iron Maiden and myself, you know.

I thought heavy metal was bad for you.

Oh, no.

It's only if you bang your head, what it does into it, like.

My brown eyes.

Don't it make my brown eyes.

We up here know it, but you won't.

It's called country drinks.

Well, I'm afraid we're not quite saddled up for that little number, so we're not

to leave you as we found you. A clapping and a stomping. Hit it, Wayne!

What are you doing?

I've got an extension till 12. You're supposed to play till then.

Says who? Says me.

I'm paying you, remember?

I think you should take an encore.

I don't think anyone cares a toss about what you think.

So are you, anyway.

Look, I'll handle this.

It's Frankie Bass.

You wrote and asked me to consider representing you. I've considered it.

first piece of advice is that you get back out on stage.

Listen, lady, when I want your advice... No, you listen, Billy.

I've discussed your deal for tonight with Mr Crawford. Did you discuss it

the rest of your band?

No, just him and Frankie.

We'll talk in a minute, Harry.

Why don't you go and announce the boys' encore?

Bronco is about to lead them out.

Aren't you?

We might as well, let's come on.

Just how much are we getting for this? We'll cut this guy up, Billy.

You all right, baby?

I'd like a few minutes alone.

Yeah, sure.

Please. Okay, Dolly.

You get a reprieve for tonight.

But you and I must have a long chat tomorrow.

Can I fetch you a drink?

Yes, if you like.

A cup of coffee, Ken.

Ruby? Entrance money, including bar sales, left 7 .5 % for the boys,

plus their newly negotiated fee, left my 10%.

So I was right, and that's yours, and that's yours.

Yeah, I'll take Bebe's as well.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

I'll hold on to that until I see her tomorrow.

She'll be there.

She walks away, but she always comes back.

Well,

that's it. All done.

Debbie, Rocky, sent home.

I'm off to me bed.

Frankie sorted out the boys and all.

They'll collect their gear tomorrow.

Smashing lady, I can, the way she sorted out old fucking Bronco.

Yeah, sorted you out and all.

There you go, love.

See you.

Good night, mate.

I just came to say good night.

Yes, well, all business being done.

How about a drink?

In my office?

Oh, and your etchings, Harry?

Hello,

Ken.

I came back for that coffee.

What happened? Where did you get to?

I needed to be alone.

To walk.

I didn't get very far.

I forgot to change me boots.

Well, welcome to the Ken Brood homestead.

This would suit me.

Or something like it.

That would beat travelling around from dingy pub to dingy club.

So you are thinking of quitting?

Thinking of it, yes.

I don't want everybody telling me what to do.

Billy tells me all the time.

I couldn't face that Frankie bath telling me as well.

Quitting's always easy, isn't it, again?

Yeah.

Easy.

Well, what would you do?

Who knows?

I joined Bronco Billy's boys because I wanted to sing my own songs.

Billy doesn't want me to.

I could do with some extra help.

I thought you were a lone rider.

Oh, no.

Plenty of room on my pillion.

I've got to get moving.

I've got a gig in Stoke -on -Trent tonight.

But I... I can't just quit, Ken.

The band of mortgages and families, I can't just walk out on them.

But last night you said how easy it would be.

Everything looks different when you slept on it.

Even you.

I've left you the address in Stoke if you want to come and see me.

I'd like you to.

We can talk about it.

Me quitting.

I don't just want to talk.

Oh.

Man of action, eh, Ken?

Hey, look, the band are coming here later on to get their gear. Can't you

till then?

Not a good idea.

I'll see you later.

Hang on.

Hang on, Billy.

Get that van loaded. I'll sort this out. It was just gossip, Billy.

A dark comment.

What a stupid thing to say.

Get the van loaded.

What have I done?

Oi, Barry Sheen, where's your governor?

Who's this?

It's your mate, Kane.

Yeah, what? The Bronco's after him. It's BB.

He thinks they're at it. Not Kenwood, BB.

You what?

Bebe, she's in here, isn't she?

Let me in. I know she's in here. You know nothing, son.

She was in here, wasn't she?

Wasn't she? It's nothing to do with you.

It's everything to do with me.

She's my wife, you bastard.

She's gone to Stoke -on -Shrent. That's where we'd better be going. Come on,

Bully. Come on.

You stay away from her.

Don't you say a word.

You'd think he'd be looking in the exchange and more for a new bike. A

one. Instead of moping around all day.

It isn't the bike.

Oh, what is it then?

VAT again?

Ken?

Ken, it's for you.

Call box.

He just talked.

Go on.

Hello. We was passing through Erdington, the A38, near Gravely Hill.

Archie Clanton's sales and repairs shop. It was a boozer, weren't it, boys?

Yeah, it was your boozer.

lovely bike is that?

New carburettors, engine overhaul.

Yeah, I know.

You've polished it up and all.

Well, it needed a bit of a polish.

You've had your eye on it.

I should have.

It's my bike, mate.

That bike was stolen over a week ago.

I bought this straight.

Legit. You may well have done.

But that bike was stolen over a week ago in Birmingham, and I've got documents.

Yeah, well, I've got documents, too. I've got the V5, the MOT, the lot.

All right, well, we'll let the police sort this out, then.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, let's do that. The cop shop's just down there. You tell them your version

and I'll tell them mine.

Hey, hang on.

I'll tell you what I'm going to do for you.

I'm not going to charge you a penny more than I paid for it, 150 pounds.

There is no way I'm giving you 150 quid to buy my own bike back.

All right, please yourself.

It was a fair offer.

You wouldn't know a fair offer if it run you over.

What about the police?

Well, they took all the details.

Now it's going through the usual channels. You know how long that'll

you? Harry.

He even had the nerve to offer it back to me for 150 quid. Well, you can afford

150 quid. Now your business is doing so well, can't you?

That's not the point, Harry. The point is, Ken, is White Lightning as important

to you as you say it is, or is it just a bike?

White Lightning is not just a bike.

Then pay the money.

I mean, by the time the coppers can act, I mean, Clanton will have ditched it.

You don't have much choice, Ken, or much time.

Yes, I have.

What? I'm going to take it back.

Now, that's stealing, Ken.

You can't steal your own property, Harry. You can get into a lot of trouble

trying. I mean, if you get caught.

Where are you going?

A town called Trent.

Ken. Good evening, ma 'am.

Good evening, sir.

Where's the stage mate? It's out the back.

What do you want?

I've told you to stay away.

Bebe asked me to come.

I want to see her.

Well, she don't want to see you. Clear off.

When I see Bebe? Get him out, will you? Will you sling him out? Yeah, push her

up. Where is she?

You'd better go. Leave it. She doesn't want to see you. She can tell me that

herself. She's not a deaf mute, is she?

Just clear off.

Ken, it might be best if you just flipped off. We don't want any fuss, do

I want to see Bebe. I need to see her.

All right.

Leave him alone, banana fingers.

OK, Ken.

Bebe, we've got a visitor.

Sorry.

Bebe, they've been... Ken, would you go, please?

I don't want to see you.

What?

Bebe. You heard it from her.

Now get out.

That's how it is, pal.

Ken. Well, you put the knife in. You come to twist it. Now, Ken.

Bebe's a good singer, and there's no question of her quitting the band. I've

talked it over with her. I'm sorry.

You know that for a fact, do you? Yes, I do.

And so does Bebe.

She's been in this business too long to quit, Ken. It won't let her.

And how's old Bronco taking it?

He understands.

Can't stifle her talent any longer.

So, let her have her chance, eh, Ken?

10, 20, 25.

You did very well, Harry.

Shall I send Rocky in?

Yes, in a minute.

It's about Ken.

Well, not so much about Ken, more about his bike.

He's not planning on doing anything stupid, is he?

All I know is this crook Clanton wants 150 quid for it.

I told Ken to pay up.

I think Texas Rangers is doing very well these days.

It's a day -to -day struggle.

It's not old gold, man, you know.

You're the one who's doing very well. And it was Ken that helped you out,

remember? What are you going to do for him?

Bung him 25 quid and flash your teeth at him?

Excuse me, Mr Crawford. I'm on my lunch hour.

I said there was a dog, not a guard dog.

Yeah, but it'll still bark, though, won't it?

Look, I just want to live, Rocky.

Yeah, that's agreed, Ken.

I just reckon we should poison the dog, that's all.

We're not going to poison any dog. I'm just going to go in there, wheel my bike

out and drive it away.

Back to work early, eh?

I've just had a nice little chat with Harry.

He's worried you're going to be stupid with the bike.

Ah, we'll just be going to do something daft about his bike.

Oh, blimey.

I want to be in on whatever you're planning.

Or else.

Er, yeah, Director Inquiries.

Yes, I'd like an Erdington number, please.

Er, Clamton.

That's white lightning.

He sold it.

He sold white lightning.

Well, now what are we going to do? We can't use the plan.

Shut up, Rocky.

Yeah, shut up, Rocky.

There goes the dog.

Well, now what?

You keep him talking, I'll nick the truck with the bike on it. Keep him

Well, what about?

You're an iron maiden, man. You'll think of something. Anything.

Spares, bike parts, anything.

Me?

Come on, get started.

Debbie?

Debbie! Hey, watch out.

You nearly had me there.

Sorry, it's the brakes.

They don't work. I thought you could have a look at them for me. Oh, my very

nearly did have a look at them from underneath.

You're not safe, you're not.

Well, I've got to get back home tonight, back to the pool.

But I've just locked off.

Listen, go by train. It'll be better for everybody.

Oh, I can't afford that.

Couldn't you have a look at them?

I'm sure it's only a loose screw.

Yeah. How?

Follow me.

Come on.

No keys.

Why don't we not wire it like they do in the movies?

Can you do that?

No. No, nor can I.

Hello, Ken.

I see you've found her.

I just wanted to say... to explain.

I understand.

That's all there is to it.

No.

You obviously don't understand.

Top billing.

Singing my own songs.

Well, you got what you wanted.

No, Ken, it wasn't like that.

I was going to... Then Frankie Bath came along.

She knows I'm good.

I know I'm good.

She's ready to bat me, Ken.

I might even make the grand old opry.

Who knows?

Believe me, Ken, this isn't easy.

Good luck.

The same to you.

Why the cap?

Debbie's pleased to brag, Dan. No, she's not back yet.

Here, I'll fling that and put the kettle in. No.

It was you.

Me what?

You took that bike.

That bike is my bike.

I've got papers to prove it.

Perhaps you've got papers for these.

These are yours too.

Hang on.

Mr. Clanton.

I'm Harry Crawford. As agreed on the telephone, £150 including delivery.

See the bikes there?

Harry? No, it's all right, Keir. It's all right. Because I've taken matters in

hand.

I couldn't stand by and see you pining over that old wreck there. So I paid

Clanton his 150 quid. Harry. Now, I don't want any arguments.

It wasn't a loan.

Harry, you are a lovable bloody fool.

He never delivered that bike.

I took it.

You what?

You took it.

You stole it.

See you.

Who's the mug?

Texas Rangers, Texas toughest men.

The Texas Rangers, there they ride again.

They ride in thunder, they ride in rain.

It makes one wonder if they feel no pain.

They never falter. They never fail.

They hang their halter on a rusted nail.

The Texas Rangers.

Texas toughest men.

The Texas Rangers.

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