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Thank you.

That's very kind of you to say so.

Well, thank you for using Texas Rangers and I hope we can be of service to you

sometime in the future.

Yeah. Goodbye now.

Have a nice day.

Um, Ken?

What? It's going well, isn't it? What is?

The business.

It's going well.

Pass the tax, man. He seems to think it is.

Are you going to do that or what?

Well, TLC were really pleased with that Dublin delivery. They said it was a

really professional job.

Rocky, I'm busy.

All right?

That's what I mean, Ken.

It just goes to show.

Show what?

That we're doing well.

No, that's a point, doing well.

Hello,

Texas Ranger. How may I help you?

Hello.

Okay, hello. Yeah, no, tax returns.

You've got what?

Dorothy Knoll?

Yes. Keith Filkin, Daily Enquirer.

It's nice to meet you at last. Oh, hi.

Boone Daily Investigation.

BDI.

BDI. Oh,

that's very funny, that is. That's very droll.

All you need now is a client, innit? We've got a client.

Who is it?

There's someone to see you, Mr Crossnard. Right.

Excuse me.

This is called Dorothy North. You may have heard of her.

Dorothy North?

What about the Kinvars five?

How did you know?

Someone at the prison staff must have rung on news desk. I don't know. Does it

matter?

They said the press wouldn't know.

Well, they won't, love.

Better not.

Some of the material she dealt with there was pretty sensitive.

B -bombers, harriers and the like.

Well, our Dorothy passed it on to her boyfriend.

Oh, and he passed it on? Right.

Yeah, but 15 years. What did she tell him? I haven't a clue. Some reckoned it

was a pretty heavy sentence. Love a boy still has another five to go.

Pretty old story, isn't it?

Well, no -one's heard it from her.

Anyhow, the paper has got Dorothy North and they're pretty keen to hang on to

her. So keen, they've hired me to help them to do it. Well, why can't they do

it?

Well, I think they want to concentrate on their story, Ken. Leave the

babysitting to a professional.

Yeah, well, why my place? Why not a hotel?

There's another large room through here. Because if we put her in a hotel, I've

got to put you in a hotel.

You can look after her better at home. It's cosier.

Well, I thought it would be better if she'd start her new life in peace.

It's work, Ken.

She's getting paid, we're getting paid. Yeah, I know, but the Enquirer, look at

it. You read it recently?

20 Things You Didn't Know About the Worcestershire Werewolf.

I get turned on when I see a fur coat, honestly.

You read it. I've seen you. Only when it's lying about, I don't get it.

You know, I mean, I wouldn't get it. Stop dithering, Ken.

Are you going to help or not?

Yeah, yeah, all right. No, no, no. Mother, please.

It's perfect.

It's exactly what we want.

I take it you're expecting a big turnout.

Mr Crawford, this is a Greek wedding.

Family is a big thing with us, yes.

A lot of people.

Lots of relatives.

And lots of his relatives, too.

So, they should be at home here.

Kleptiko, do you know it?

It is a Greek dish, Mr. Crawford.

Traditional at Weddingfield. So are Greek caterers. Do you know any?

Yes, yes, of course.

Very well, it's done. Come, Melina.

Thank you very much, Mrs.

Papoutis.

Well, ready when you are, Zorba.

And another thing, Ken, I'm just about fed up with being treated like an office

boy. Make a cup of tea, will you? Get that phone, will you? It's not on. I'm

executive now, and I've taken an executive decision.

It's all very well you and Margaret setting up together, but I run Texas

now, so you can either start paying me what I'm worth, or you can just shove it

all.

I can't do it like that. Sorry, Ken. I've got to be carried away.

I've got to be nicer, yeah.

Um... Hey.

Last thing, Charles.

Come on, John.

Ken, this is Dorothy North. She's still kind of the inquirer. Go. All right,

Margaret. If you'd like to cast an eye over that contract.

Five days and nights to guard and prevent interference from anyone who is

authorised to enter into conversation with or treat with, as said Dorothy

In particular, any representatives of newspapers, national or otherwise.

And the Enquirer said it was going to be a lovely day.

Isn't it funny?

It might be just as much in a blue pen.

The good days will always be funny days.

Ken, why don't you make us all a nice cup of tea?

Yes, girl.

Remove the milk again.

No. Here, go on, get that.

Look, kid, I belong in the kitchen, all right? Yeah, but...

Sorry,

Pat, we've got a business to run.

He takes two sugars and I don't think there's any left in the kitchen.

Yes,

Mr Cunningham, I know I'm late with this month's instalment.

Yes, yes, I realise that my overdraft can't remain the way it is, yes. But

a long -standing wedding reception booked for tomorrow which will more than

cover the payment.

Oh, yes, yes, yes. Booked weeks ago.

Yes, the daughter of an old continental business associate of mine.

Yes, yes, right.

Thank you, Mr Cunningham. Thank you, right.

Dorothy, this isn't really getting us anywhere.

If we could just start it.

Oh, thanks, Ken. I'll give you a call when I need you.

I'd like him to stay.

Me? I'd like him to stay.

What difference does it make?

Well, it's fine by me.

Okay, Dorothy, he stays.

Why not?

Right, well, if we could try something different.

Why'd you do it?

Why did I do what?

Dorothy, let's not piss him about, eh?

Why'd you pass on state secrets? What do you think I mean?

I didn't realise what I was doing.

And that's it?

You deliberately took copies of classified information and you didn't

what you were doing?

I was very young.

You were 19, for God's sake.

It was like being in a spy thriller.

You did it because you wanted to be Mata Hari.

I did it for Angus.

He had principles.

He thought it would do some good.

I loved him.

But you were betraying your country. Didn't you feel any shame?

I didn't see it that way.

For me, it was romantic, exciting.

For Angus, it was... What sort of man was he, Angus?

Convincing. Like Svengali?

More like Paul Daniels, actually.

There was nothing about Angus for anyone to get terribly excited about.

He was just... Can you do anything for him? No.

Not anything.

He asked me to photocopy some papers and I did.

And do you know what?

I only did it for three weeks.

Cleftico.

It's a lamb dish, I think.

You cook it in the oven on a low heat for hours and hours. You can wrap it in

tinfoil, I think.

Now, Costas, I'm not trying to tell you how to do it.

And I know it's very short notice, and can you do it in the time?

Yes, well, that's a weight off my shoulders.

Right, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yes, bye, mate.

Master Criminal safe and sound?

Up to a point, Lord Copper.

Yeah.

Thank God for that.

I thought he'd never stop.

Look, Dorothy, it's none of my business, but are you sure you're doing the right

thing? Is it worth it? I don't know.

Keith says if I can just put up with him for a couple of days, it'll all be

over.

Well, he says I can't avoid the press.

He says if I don't talk to him, I'll only have to talk to someone else.

Well, it's like that, is it?

Afraid so.

Besides, they're paying me £5 ,000.

Is that all?

Should it be more?

Well, I don't know.

Hang on. I don't know.

What would I know?

Either way, they'll never admit to it.

Keith says the Enquirer doesn't pay criminals to boast about their

Well, how do they get round it?

Oh, I'm not boasting about it.

I'm apologising for it.

Oh.

Ken? Yeah?

Ken, would you take me out tonight?

Oh, I can't do that, love. Oh, please, Ken, nowhere special.

I've just got to get out of here for a couple of hours.

For 15 years, I've been looking forward to my first night out.

You can't do this to me.

What Keith would do is not end Margaret. I'm supposed to be protecting you.

You can protect me outside, can't you?

Anyway, no -one knows I'm here.

I'm sorry, love, we can't do it.

Can? No.

We are staying in.

Have you always been this decisive?

Come on, what are we going to eat?

You all right?

What's the matter?

It was all so different in prison.

It was all stodge.

What's paler?

Sort of, um... Well, rice.

Oh.

But it's got bits in it.

Well, where is he, then?

He's probably just popped out.

Just popped out? What bloody use is that?

Where did you get this brat anyway, the whitey -head?

He was a dreamer.

We were going to go away together, live on a commune.

He'd write great novels and I'd bake wholemeal bread for our barefooted

children.

If you like that sort of thing.

We'd want for nothing.

Angus always said that the people he was dealing with would see us right with

his expression.

Thanks.

See you right?

Oh, I don't know. I never asked Angus about it. He did go on.

And what about prison?

Well... It wasn't like being a child molester or anything.

No -one picked on me.

They just ignored me.

Well, it's hard to sustain your intellect for 15 years on a

of sex and Coronation Street.

Still, I'll say one thing for them.

What's that?

In prison, no one ever called me a traitor.

Isn't that funny?

What about your parents? What do they think about all this?

They both came to visit me. They wouldn't abandon me.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked you.

It's none of my business.

You're right, you shouldn't.

But it helps, really.

And it's better than Keith.

How do you know I'm not recording this for him?

You're not the type.

Obvious, is it?

No air of mystery?

None whatsoever.

Hello?

Can I speak to a reporter, please?

Do your parents still live in Norfolk?

No. They moved down here, actually.

Well, not far away, anyway. A place called... Redditch?

Yeah, I know.

As good a place as any.

You going to go and see them?

When I pluck up courage.

They don't think I'm out until next week.

I'm dreading it.

Do you understand?

I think I do.

Miss North, can I ask what your plans are now? Hey, come on, leave it up. Can

just ask your name, sir? No comment.

Just a few words. Five minutes.

Do you regret what you did?

Five minutes. Do you have any regrets at all?

You didn't say anything again, Miss North.

Who's your friend, Miss North?

Is he with you?

Whereabouts are you staying, Miss North?

Come on, Harry, get in here. What's going on?

Where the hell have you been? Margaret's going spare. Oh, no, where is she?

Who are you?

Morning, Harold. We'd like to speak to Miss North. Who?

Dorothy North. We know she's here.

Look after Dorothy.

Ken, my office.

Better make it good, Ken.

What happened?

I don't know. We just went out for a meal.

A meal?

Yeah, we weren't going to stay out long.

What were you doing out on the birthday?

She asked me to take her out. Did I ask you to take her out? No, but she wanted

someone to talk to.

Ken, we get a job that wouldn't tax the imagination of an 18 -year -old police

cadet, and you screw it up in a way I wouldn't have thought possible.

Yeah, all right, Margaret, now let's leave it, shall we, please?

Oh, I wish we could.

How bad is it, Keith?

Well, it's hard to say. It depends what Dorothy's told them. I didn't tell them

anything.

Ken was only trying to help me.

Well, it's done now. There's no point going on about it.

Will that be all, Miss Daly?

What now, then, Ken?

Well, I can't go out there, can I?

Why not?

I don't want them following me home.

What are we going to do?

Well, I'm not dusting down here tonight.

Well, you don't have to.

Yeah, OK, mate.

Hey, there's some blankets in the storeroom.

Well, then, I'm off home to me bed.

Thanks a lot, mate.

Yeah, well, we'll have to see.

In 6 a .m., time for this.

Over to John.

Are you awake?

What time is it?

Half past six.

No, I'm not.

Oh, Christ, how old are these blankets?

I don't know.

Count the rings.

My papers are empty.

Try the toilet.

And the tonic in the morning.

What do you do for breakfast around here?

We cook it.

And since your Margaret's guests are not mine, I'll leave it to you.

Kitchen's over there.

What's that?

What? Noise.

Sorry, mate.

How could you do

it? Eh? How could you write these lies?

I couldn't care less about my country.

Traitor speak.

It's what you said.

She didn't say that.

But you stay out of this. You've caused enough trouble. What?

It's all right, Ken.

But he's right. I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.

I asked you if you didn't feel any shame about betraying your country and you

said you didn't feel anything.

I didn't see it like that.

I didn't think I was betraying my country.

Oh, please.

What am I going to make of that? What kind of answer is that?

What kind of answer is that?

That is the answer.

And this, what's this?

I was helpless in his Svengali -like grip. I never said anything like it. Oh,

come on, it's what you meant. You said he was very convincing.

She never mentioned Svengali. You did.

Yeah, but she agreed with me. Same thing.

No, I didn't.

And no, it's not the same thing.

I said I loved him, for God's sake.

So he did have a hold over you.

Keith, why did you bother talking to me at all?

Why are any of these people besieging this place when you can all sit in your

offices and invent the whole thing from there?

Look, Dorothy, it's not like that.

I'm not that kind of journalist. I don't believe in making up quotes. All I

sometimes do is put what you say in a form of words you probably meant to use

the first place.

I just add a bit of colour, a bit of topspin.

Topspin. It makes the story read better, makes it ring true.

But it's not true!

Yes, it is.

Never once did you express any remorse or shame for what you'd done. You did

betray your country, even if you prefer to cast yourself as an innocent victim.

Now, that's how I saw it, Dorothy.

That's what I wrote.

Excuse me.

Keith Pilkin.

Hi, morning, boss. Good spread, wasn't it?

I didn't... Good morning, Harold. No, I haven't seen it.

Hang on, it's here somewhere.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hey, Harry, where's the kitchen? What? The kitchen.

Oh, just there.

Hey,

Harry, you're so chumpy. What's the matter with you?

Put all those people out there. Oh, there's been a lot going on around here,

mate. They still talk about it on the plains of Las Vegas. Yes, I'm sure they

do, but I thought it was supposed to be made of baby lamb.

Oh, there's no age limit, my friend.

Yes, but, Costas, it must be lamb, baby lamb. I mean, it's a lamb, definitely.

Costas, not sheep. Ah, they're such young sheep. They've got their whole

before them, eh?

Look, how could you do this to me?

Oh, Harry, be reasonable.

You called me last night. Now, where do I get six baby lambs at such short

notice? Hey, Mr. Crawford!

What? What?

We are out now. Can you let us out?

Have you seen it? No. I

don't

have to take that.

What? Being treated like this, I don't have to put up with it.

Being treated like what?

Like someone who isn't there.

Dorothy. This has nothing to do with you.

It's over, Keith.

I don't care about the money. I'm leaving.

No, you're not. You signed a contract.

Keep the money.

I don't want it.

Dorothy, you don't understand. You signed a legally binding contract. Break

and you break the law.

Do you want to go back to prison?

You'd do that?

Well, I wouldn't do it, Dorothy. Believe me.

But the paper would.

Keith, can I have a word next door, please?

Excuse us, Dorothy.

Pritton.

If Dorothy breaks her contract, that's a civil matter, not a criminal one. She

could not go back inside for it. You are full of surprises.

Well, I can't let her go.

And I can't keep her here against her will, and neither can you. Sure.

I know that, and you know that, but she doesn't.

And it's not my job to tell her, and it's not yours either.

So what was all that about Pritton?

All topspin.

Mr Filkin?

Someone on the backstage phoned for you, sir. He says it's urgent.

Can you put him through here?

I'm afraid I can't transfer you, sir.

It's all right, it's all right.

I'm not a reporter.

You wouldn't believe the trouble I've had getting to you.

Forget it, Larry.

Lloyd! Lloyd!

And another cake for that red feeder.

Well, two.

What would I want with two?

Nobody drinks it except the Greeks.

Oh, I see. If I buy two, I'll get a free box of glasses, huh?

Murder.

Bloody murder!

What do you lot think you're playing at?

You mind getting off my car, please?

Right, that's it.

I've had it with you people. Go on, off the premises, all of you. Go on, go on.

This is public property. We don't have to go anywhere.

This is not public property. This is my car park.

So clear off or I'll call the police because you're trespassing.

No, we're not. How can all this be private property?

Because I paid for it, that's why.

What is your connection with the Kinmarsh spy?

He's given that one, hasn't he?

Beg your pardon.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm just looking through the gents, actually. Do you know where they

Sure, follow me.

What are you doing?

Uh... Making a delivery or something?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right. Music stand.

Oh, music stand.

Yeah. Hmm.

Okay, music man out.

Aye. You heard what I said. Out.

I only want to use the gents. Let me be off a minute. Oh, come on. Stop it, will

you? Ooh, I hear you're something when you lose your temper.

Right, come on.

Where you come from or what papers you represent, I just want you off my car

park and I want you off now.

Harry, will you stop wasting your time with those people and come inside?

Yes, he was recommended.

I don't know when she was enough for.

You what?

This afternoon?

Yeah, we'll be able to keep the office.

Yeah, I'll tell her, OK?

Fine.

Mark, you can have a word?

Sure. Harry, will you excuse us?

No, not in your office, out here.

What is it, Margaret?

Are you all right?

We've been fired.

What?

What for? Why? I mean, what have you done?

It's what we haven't done.

We haven't done our job.

Well, it looks as though you were doing it just now.

Is this Keith's doing?

Oh, he'll be lucky if he isn't sent home himself.

Ah, the paper decided.

They're sending up a couple of their own boys to look after Dorothy.

Ah, you're better off out of it, Margaret.

This isn't what you went into business for. This is our business, Harry.

And it's our first job.

It's a little early to pick and choose, isn't it?

Well, there'll be others.

At this rate.

How could Ken do this to me?

Yeah, well, what about me?

I've got Kim Philby's pen pal in me office.

I'm under siege from the gentlemen of the press. And I've got a full -scale

Greek wedding reception this afternoon.

Well, at least you've got something to look forward to.

Yes, well, you haven't met Mrs Papoutis, have you?

Ken, can I have a word?

I'm not in the mood.

Is it important?

Well, you're never in the mood these days, and, well, yes, I think it's

important.

I'm not going to get it, Ken, until you've heard me out.

All right, I'll get it then.

Hello,

Texas Rangers.

Dorothy, yeah.

Hello.

Hey, calm down.

What? Have they called the police?

Yeah, what's their address?

I know that. Yeah, what's the number?

Yeah, I'll pop over there. Come on, it'll be all right.

Yeah. All right, bye.

What was that, then? Hey, mind your own business.

It was Dorothy.

Her parents had been getting threatening phone calls.

I said I'd go over there. I'm sorry, Rocky, I have to talk to you later.

Who's Dorothy?

Wonderful thing, Mr. Bones.

How could they do it?

He spent hours in there.

Where is she?

She called, but she wouldn't have said where she was.

Do you want to see her?

No, not now.

Oh, come on, Mr. North, it's not her fault.

It's not our fault either.

Well, what happened?

It began this morning, soon after the, you know, after the papers came out.

We didn't know anything, so we went out. We went shopping.

It's our shopping day.

And when we came back, the neighbours said that when they heard the noise,

saw three kids running away.

Kids.

Well, can I help you?

No, just...

Leave us alone.

You'd have to be sick to do something like that.

Come on, it won't take long to clear up.

No. The cat.

What?

They hanged our cat.

Come back!

Who are you?

Who are you? We're from the Enquirer. You're in the way. What?

We're here to look after Dorothy North.

Not here, not right now.

I'm afraid it's true, Harry. The Enquirer's got my office rented for

four days.

Four days?

Come on, I'll show you through.

Four days?!

Speak with her.

She's busy.

Ken, they won't let you in. I can't get in there.

Watch my lips.

It's off.

Do you know what I mean?

Me door!

Ken! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Look, if either of you two want one more word from me, you'll leave this room

now and give me five minutes alone with Ken.

Look, he's not a reporter, you're all right.

But I mean it.

Go.

Leave. Now.

Hurry.

Oh,

cheer up, it might never happen.

Worse things up at sea.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

At least we've got our health.

Look, your mum and dad, they're all right. We're in a state of shock.

The police are looking after them.

And listen, love, this has got to stop.

It will.

Read this.

What is it?

It's a way out.

It's not a way out of this building, though, is it?

Is there a way out?

Yeah, there must be.

Right, I've got an idea. Leave it to me. Have you got a watch?

Quarter past two, right?

Ken to base.

Base to Ken.

Okay.

Believe in God. It doesn't feel working.

Meal? What meal? I have seen no meal. My daughter's been a married woman for

nearly five hours. Are we to die of salvation?

Ladies, certainly not. What's going on? Oh, Mrs. Robertson, what are you doing

here? We're having our meal.

Well, I mean, it's here, isn't it? I mean, you can smell it, can't you? I

mean... Harry, Harry, come on.

Very, very, very soon now, eh? Very, very soon. Now, would you rush an

eh?

Yes.

No.

Rocky. No.

You must do it.

No, I mustn't. You show me where it says that in my job description.

Look, I'm not asking you as your boss.

I am begging you as a mate.

All right, I'll do it. Thank God for that. For £1 ,000.

What? It doesn't have to be a lump sum. Spread over a year, we'll be fine.

What are you talking about? It's a pay rise.

I'd have asked for £1 ,500, you'd have offered me £500, we'd have settled on £1

,000. It's what I've been wanting to talk to you about. Well, you should have

told me. OK.

I know, all right, all right, you did try, fair enough. But let's not talk

it today, eh? Not now.

Now!

Rocky.

Well, if you don't want my help, Ken... That's fine.

Yeah. All right.

You win.

Right. Well, what's the plan?

Were you a virgin when you met him?

Sorry, mate. It's the best I could do.

Ten. Come on, get on with it. We've only got 20 minutes.

How do you know they're the right size?

There you are, Mr Crawford.

But I think you'd better come inside.

There's a problem.

What problem?

Well, we've run out of wine.

But they drank it all waiting for dinner. No, that's all right, Glynnis.

plenty more in the stores.

Hey, you take over here for a while, will you?

They never attack at night.

I'd like to go to the loo, please, if that's all right.

Sure.

Come on, Jim.

Do you

mind?

Can I have some privacy, please?

But you won't leave.

You wait outside.

There you are.

We've met you halfway.

Now that's not unreasonable, is it?

Thank you very much.

They're still down there. You've got two minutes.

Yeah, all right.

I'm thinking of going back to sport.

Yeah? Why's that?

I've had enough of this. It's a young man's game.

I love it.

Full of a chase. Scent of blood.

Well, I'll fill kids' blood if he loses her.

Worked for Moppen. He said pulled him out. Poor sod.

Still, he's a good operator. He'll survive.

Screwed up last night.

Incredible.

How could he let her out of his sight?

Where can he pull?

Now.

He's ugly, Philkin.

Come on, Rocky.

There she is.

All right, all right, all right. Now, tell me honestly, is this my

best side?

Girl, leave.

Darcy, what you did... Yes?

I mean, what did you give them? What did you pass on?

I don't know.

Truly, I don't know.

I took some papers, copied them, passed them on.

I don't want to know.

And what about the boyfriend?

Angus? Oh, he won't be out for another five years.

Do you still want him?

No.

I don't think so.

Thanks, Mr Boone.

Who are you?

I'm from... Let's just call it public relations.

Frankly, it wasn't British security's finest hour, and a retelling of the

sorry saga would only be embarrassing.

It's all my fault anyway.

If I got to that blasted prison on time, none of this would have happened.

Well, why didn't you?

I... I got caught in a traffic jam.

Oh, very James Bond.

Yes, well... I suppose I owe you one for taking her to the restaurant.

Eh? It might have taken me weeks to find her.

Thanks.

Come on.

In a minute.

Look,

what are you going to do?

What are you going to do about money?

I'll survive.

Well, until something turns up.

Perhaps I could teach Scottish country dancing to the Spaniards. What do you

think?

Perhaps you could learn to cook paella?

I think they want you.

You're a good man, Ken Bull.

I hope it works out for you.

Harry, you seen Margaret?

Yeah, she's having a drink.

You want to get yourself a pint of this dinner, Ken? It's good.

Oh, yeah?

Mrs Papoutis doesn't think so.

Oh? She hasn't touched hers.

Oh!

Well, well.

Yeah? Drink?

No, it's really late.

Oh, come on. You win some, you lose some. It's that of your job.

See you in the morning.

What did I say?

Yeah.

You OK?

Yeah, fine.

I told him just now. What?

I told him that his was the only profession that looked up to the gutter.

You said that?

Well, I would have done, if I'd thought of it in time.

I suppose I've just given it a bit of... Top spin?

I thought I had the problem, look.

I thought I was over you.

There's no way you could put a broken heart.

Well, I tried.

I just can't stop thinking, can't stop thinking,

can't stop thinking about you.