All language subtitles for Boon s03e06 Never Say Trevor Again.eng

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Okay, Ken, remember what I told you
about the writ?

As soon as you find that Charles Henry
Marcus, plonk it in the palm of his

otherwise he'll deny he's ever had it.

You look nasty while I'm doing it, eh?

Well, no worse than usual.

Jeff.

Make yourselves at home.

You remember Gay, don't you?

Yeah, not many of us could forget Gay,
Don.

And there were many of us.

All ready for you, Mr. Pettiford? Mr.
Weston?

You

kick

their arses lately, Julian?

No, Don, not as yet. I'll see to it
next.

Ground floor windows.

Hello, darling.

Know anything about trees, do you?

Only that you fell out of one. Oh, very
droll. Got some coffee?

And a biscuit.

Let's get something straight, shall we?

Yeah, I think you probably could.

I may be working here for a few days, so
shall we establish some ground rules?

I can handle this, Ken.

You got anything to say, mate, except to
both of us? She was looking after

herself rather well, I thought. What
about the double meaning?

Oh, he's very good at double entendres,
Trevor.

Roy's the more grown -up of the two.

Aren't you, Roy?

You bloody... Hey, hang on, mate.
They're only being a bit lippy.

It's been one thing after another with
these two.

And Mr. Pettifer is very, very cross
about it. Can't have that, can we? I

these trees replanted today as per the
plans. Now, is that quite clear?

Stuff this for a game of grown -ups.

I'm not taking this.

I'm Margaret Daly.

I'm here to install a security system,
unless that interferes with anyone's

battle plans, of course.

Wire up a few mouths while you're about
it.

Mr.

Pettifer, I've had enough of working for
you.

Settle up with us so far. Call it around
300.

200.

I'm not being thumped by your hired
hands anymore.

Mr. Pettifer, I've had enough of working
for you.

Settle up with us so far. Call it around
300.

200.

I'm not being thumped by your hired
hands anymore.

It's the best I've had.

I've had enough of it. $50.

$700. $900.

$950. Yes?

Can we help you?

No, it doesn't matter.

Julian.

Oi! I want to work with you.

Sorry. Hurry.

No, nothing. I'm interested in a bit of
a hurry, that's all.

Look, I think I saw Pettiford handing
out some money.

I've got thumped again.

Money? £5 ,000, maybe more, in a £50
note.

You all right, Margaret?

What's going on around here?

Oh, a boy just poked his head round the
door, saw we were busy, that's all.

They were handing out £50 notes.

Silly, silly boy. I don't even know
who's on a £50 note.

You do?

Pay you too much.

Margaret.

You two know each other?

Yes, we know each other.

When did you get out, Geoff?

A year ago.

Times change, Margaret. We're none of us
what we used to be.

I do hope not. What about the money,
then?

You want to talk about money, eh?

Well, let's talk about the thousand quid
I gave your partner three weeks ago.

You did what? I've even a receipt
somewhere.

Cash up front. Always our policy.

And we expect the work done or our money
back.

Something else you and Trevor ought to
talk about.

I blame the telly meself.

We agreed that anything up front would
go into the account.

Well, it did. No, it didn't. I checked
the bloody account yesterday. It says

ready to be true.

So I put it in the wrong account? Yeah,
your own. That's a very wrong account.

You're saying I stole it? No, but only
because you'd like me to, so you could

play the martyr as well. I'm not taking
this crap from a junior partner. Listen,

sunshine.

The problem doesn't end there. Don
Pettifer wants his money back or the

delivered. Well, I'm prepared to
deliver. Well, I'm not.

Mr. Pettifor wants a word.

Mr. Mark Whistler.

Charles Henry Marquess!

Charles Henry Marquess!

Charles Henry Marquess!

Charles Henry Marquess!

I didn't expect your wife to bring up
two kids with no maintenance.

It's only an envelope, mate.

Charles Henry Marcus?

No.

As I live and slide down the bloody
pole, it's happy Jim Hargraves from

Blairwatch. How are you, Jim? Very good
to be here.

Especially looking for Prospero.

Well, small thing, Jim, but mine own,
you know. Here, cup of that.

I caught you down. I'll get you a cup of
coffee. Lovely.

There you go, mate.

I prefer the molten hops myself.

Busy here, is it?

Can't complain.

What, seven days a week job, is it?

Oh, no, no, no, Jim. Not Wednesdays.

Man's got to have a day off.

Oh, it was Wednesdays I was interested
in.

For a function.

Can't you pick another night?

Sorry.

Oh, dear.

There's no need for you to be here
watching our every move, Harry.

We are a responsible organisation.

Oh, I'm sure, Jim, I'm sure. I mean, we
being... Loaf, Harry.

Loaf? Oh, what the bloody hell's loaf?

League of absent friends.

The dear departed, Harry.

Yeah, well, I'm sure I can oblige.

We wondered whether you could see your
way to a bit of a discount and all.

Well, seeing as how some of your members
won't be present in the flesh, as it

were.

Seeing as how most of us aren't as flush
as you are, Harry.

Do you know where he is?

He's gone to lunch.

In Warwick.

He'll probably be back.

Thursday!

He's a real dark horse, that Don
Pettifer, Harry.

Money up front or not, I'd love to be a
fly on some of his walls.

I thought you'd left the floor, did you?

Well, if a fire broke out next door,
would you and Ken stand by and watch?

Jeff Dabner was there.

Who was he?

Bloking it for burglary five years ago.

There's something going on.

Yes, well, as I say, you've left the
police force, haven't you? What I'd give

Nick Don Pettifer.

Margaret.

Just one. That's all it takes.

Margaret.

What, Harry?

Some advice.

What?

Well, if this Pettifer bloke is as iffy
as you say he is... Mm?

Then I should get that check in first
thing tomorrow.

You've been. He looks good, Harry.

Yeah, well, Linda's on holiday.

Alistair's left, you know, the tall,
spotty one.

I'll baptise, but no bugger or what.

You written the letter?

Pardon? Ken, it's got to be in the town
by the end of the week.

Yeah, it will be. It will be.

Hey, Ken.

You never guess who'll come in today?

You're right. I won't.

Happy laughing, Jim. I'll grieve. It's
got religion.

I'm a bloody good mum.

I can't cook.

I just can't do it. Trevor, you can
read, though, can't you, Trevor?

Of course I can read.

Well, if you can read, you can cook.

It's all in the book.

And the books say six minutes per medium
-sized bun.

These poor little beggars have been in
for at least 15.

Oh, Mum, I do have to go.

I mean, what's so different about the
Yorkshire Dales, eh?

As compared to Birmingham?

What with you moving on and business not
exactly thriving.

It will, it will. Give it time.

If your father's clear for business, I
keep telling you that. Yeah, it'd be

to have met this father, eh, just for
once. Trevor, don't. Please don't start

all that again. I'm sorry.

It's been a solid day.

Just because the trees were in the wrong
holes, I had to spend all afternoon

shifting them.

Without the proper tools and all.

How come?

I've always got the hump over something
I said.

Jumped in the truck and drove off into
the sunset.

Things are okay between you two, though,
aren't they? You know, Roy, they will

be tomorrow.

Marcus Windedressing.

Good morning.

This is Williams, the baker in Queen
Mary Street.

Who am I speaking to?

Oh, Charlie's mom.

We need him urgently, Harry. Life and
death.

It's a little bit urgent, Mrs. Marcus.

You see, we've got this charity bake on
Friday and we've absolutely nothing in

the windows about it at all.

And it... She's not bloody having it,
Ken.

What charity?

Oh, the lifeboats.

Yes, I know there aren't any lifeboats
in Brum, Mrs Marquis.

Find out where he's working today.

So, do you know when I might be able to
get hold of Charlie a bit sharpish

today?

Yes, I'm sure he told you not to say,
but...

I think he'd be furious to miss his
chance of work.

And the possibility of a long -term
engagement. You see, I mean, there are

several occasions when we need the
windows.

Brilliant.

Hall Street.

Thank you very, very much, Mrs Dreyfus.

Well done, mate.

Did she say what number Hall Street?
It's about a mile long.

It's a bloody good job she didn't say
the A1 then, innit?

Hey, remember the days when you used to
advertise yourself as anything legal

considered? Yeah.

Now, what happened to the legal bit?

Redness in Bluebird, 800 JLH.

I'd like to see you professionally.

You're seeing me?

It's about my partner. He's not turned
up.

What?

Vanished. I phoned him. No answer. The
van's gone. He's gone. Any idea why?

No.

Did he say anything about money?

Their money?

Their money?

It's just that something Roy said he
saw. Something he shouldn't have seen.

He didn't say anything.

And I am worried about him, honest.

Here's my card.

I'm in the office between five and six.

Can I help at all?

Charles Henry Marquis.

Kenneth Wynne Stanley Boone.

Not a lot of people know that.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, mate, watch it!

Hey, give us a break! Nothing personal!

You thought about the job?

No. I've come to see Margaret Daly, as a
matter of fact.

Oh.

She's not back yet.

Oh. She said between five and six.

How much longer will she be?

Oh, I don't know. I'm not a keeper, am
I?

Sorry.

What was her job?

Sort of difficult to describe, really.
Gym or dog's body?

Certainly not.

There are opportunities for advancement
in this business, young man.

Only I could well be looking for a new
career, you see.

Perhaps this is what they call a
fortuitous meeting.

Trevor can't write.

Well, you'd better come into the office,
Trevor.

How's it going?

Nearly finished the first floor, Mrs.
Pettifer.

There'll be no hiding from Uncle Don
now, will there?

Don.

Drop something, love?

No.

I was just looking for the best place to
run the cables, actually. But he's run

his cables, Margaret.

Your electrician.

On the top of the skirting board.

See? There really is nothing going on,
Maggie. I mean, we're the ones who've

been robbed.

Neither of the two lads turned up for
work today.

My books are still a thousand quid out
of kilter.

Just a couple of lads on the make,
that's all. The world's full of them.

I expect you're right.

Of course I am.

Okay, then.

They've made him out of some kit or
other, I swear it. Trevor, we were

about Roy. It says you phoned him. Yes,
mate. No answer.

Well, that doesn't prove anything.

Oh, so my mate's just disappeared into
thin air, have he?

I'd like to know how he got my truck to
disappear with him.

Yeah, well, perhaps he's at home with
his feet up watching the snooker.

This money Roy says they were handing
over.

We've only got his word for it.

I think it existed.

Oh, you do, do you?

Yes, I think he walked in on something
he shouldn't.

I think something's happened to him.

You think, Margaret? We need evidence.
We need facts.

The earring.

Come on, that's not much.

My mate's disappeared.

Isn't that enough?

All right, it's easily solved. We just
go round there and knock the bloke up.

What's his address?

21 Haven Lane.

And have a look up and down for my
truck, will you?

Shouldn't he be coming with us?

No, it'll be quicker on our own.

Ah, hello, Mr Wickham.

Ah, and how much did he owe you?

What? Look, I've had all sorts round
here, ending just now with a bloke built

like a tank trap, dueling his
neighbours. He said he'd take me

lieu. I said, come on in, help yourself.

Listen, mate, can we come in and talk?

We're not after anything.

Come on in.

Would you thank us to know if Roy's OK?

Of course he's OK.

Do you know where he is?

Well, that bloke Julian says that he
owes him a grand.

Personally, I blame that mate of his.

She'll have a court right.

So have you seen Roy or not?

Well, now that you mention it, not since
yesterday breakfast time.

OK, thanks.

Yeah, thanks, mate.

All he wants is a thousand quid he paid
Trevor up front.

That's not unreasonable.

Can you and your fatal human nature.

I'm definitely considering taking this
job out. Not least because you need

someone with ideas, not just a skivvy.
Few ideas, eh? Well, go on then, let's

have a for instance.

Well, this ping pong lot, how much are
they paying you?

Trevor Morrison, they're more things in
life than money.

Take that from one who knows.

Besides which, they pay me up to this
sort of.

I mean, these kids here, we're talking
private schools, two cars, cottage in

Welsh Marches. They can afford.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm a sentimental
person.

An old mate come in the other day.

Wanted a discount. I'll give it to him.
Well, there you are. An old mucker from

the brigade.

What guards?

Fire.

Oh, how much?

Well, I'll let him have the place for
200 pounds for the night.

Some kind of spiritualist meeting or
something. I don't know.

There you are, Harry. Fool and his
money.

You wouldn't like me to see if I could
get a better deal for you, would you?

No, I would not.

Trevor?

Thank goodness I found you, love.

Excuse me.

Look, this fella called just after you
left, wanting some money back.

Yeah, oh, nobody would have wanted
money.

Um, this is Harry Crawford.

Harry, Renata Cartwright.

Charmed on film, Mrs Cartwright.

Hello.

Call a renator.

They say that he goes out in his lunch
hour and gives people parking tickets.

Sorry I'm late.

Ken, this is Detective Sergeant
Merrison. Ken Boone, my partner.

Hi. And this is an old colleague of
mine. Detective Constable Pelham.

Hello.

So?

Look, Margaret, we've been watching
Pettifer for months.

Who goes in, who comes out.

Something's going on.

And we hope you're prepared to help us.

Oh, we're always prepared to help,
aren't we, Ken?

Yeah, sure.

You see, for all our efforts, these
naughty boys are still at the Schloss.

And they're doing what they were always
doing, and we're no nearer to stopping

them.

Get my drift?

No.

If you spoke English, it might help.

I'm talking about Sadler, Sylvester and
Pettifer on the one hand.

And Buggs. On the other.

Bugs! Good day, gentlemen.

Hang on, Margaret.

You know what it's like.

Margaret. You want us to plant
microphones at Slate Home.

Awful cheek to ask, I know.

You're right about that.

Margaret, I've been after Pettifer for
18 months and I can't see any way in.

I've spent more time outside his place
than I have inside my own.

We would greatly appreciate your help.

Off the record, of course.

There you go, Jim.

Tom.

What capacity did you say you were
speaking in? Business advisor to Mr

Must be very interesting work.

How many in the slow circle are you all
saying, Jim?

Well, that's a question, isn't it?

Infinite number, mate.

Yeah, but how many of those on Earth
come along?

Depends on the weather.

200, 250.

Trevor, have you lost anybody lately?

To the Isis?

No.

I could have sworn.

You absolutely sure?

Yeah, I'm bloody sure.

It's just that I've had this sudden
contact with someone on the other side.

What do they look like?

Average height.

Average sort of person, really.

Mile? Yeah.

Name?

No.

No, he doesn't say.

Partner of yours.

Friend.

Quote? Oh, good God, no.

You sure his name ain't Roy?

He's telling me you're not averse to
earning a few, Bob.

I'll book the plaza.

Tonight? Harry says he won't be there.

But what guarantee have I got that
that's true?

Why don't you get a cup and join me?

No, I'd rather go back to the kitchen,
Harry.

I'm not sure, but I've got a feeling the
microwave's leaking.

Leaking? What's it leaking?

Well, waves, Harry.

Oh, bloody things are far too technical
for me.

Just you relax.

I'll see to it.

Harry, there is just one thing.

What's that?

Well, I'm not sure that... Oh, God, it's
funny, isn't it? I mean, there she is,

a grown woman, and she can't do her
own... Well, come on, Jeff, spit it out.

What is it?

Say, really?

Nothing. Hey, come on, come on, you can
tell me.

Erin, she's asked me if you'd, if she
could invite you to dinner at her place.

I said, Ma, forget it. I said he's a
happily unmarried man.

Well, Renata did.

Whichever would be delighted.

When did she say?

She said tonight.

But if tonight's a problem... No, no,
tonight's no problem.

Just got happy Jim Hargreaves. I can
trust him with the key to lock up after,

can't I?

I'll stand by you if you like. I'd
better tell Renata you've hit the air.

Mark,

it's Trevor.

Could you do me a big favour?

Frank, I don't think the angle's quite
right on this one.

Can you turn it off? I'll go and fix it.

What's wrong with this one?

Miss Daly asked me to switch it off.
You're changing the angle.

Harry, it'll be fine. You needn't have
come back, really.

What is it they have?

Sort of medium in the centre of the
room.

Yeah, according to Jim.

Well lit he has to be, with a definite
hint of murk ten yards or so out into

faithful.

That gives you the creeps, doesn't it?

How do I look?

The perfect gent, Harry. As always.

I brought you a present.

I hope it's not being too forward.

Well, it depends what it is, Harry.

If it's a double bed, you might find her
a little bit cautious.

It's nothing like that at all.

No, it's a set of placemats depicting
scenes from the Russian Revolution.

Well, she's always been a little bit
left to centre.

Right, then.

Hasta la vista.

Enjoy yourself, Harry.

Don't rush, Pat.

So what was it?

You dapped all the lightbulb.

Sorry?

The bug.

I used the lightbulb.

I don't like it, you know. I know.

Can we drop this, Ken?

You were against it when your pal
suggested bugs.

Petter was employing you, for God's
sake, to mind his security, not fill his

place with bugs. I used one bug, Ken.

And I did it for a colleague.

Just like they do things for us,
remember?

You did it because you want Pettifer.

Just like you want something to happen
to Roy, don't you?

So it all slots in nicely.

Oh, don't be absurd.

You haven't got an ounce of evidence to
support his theory, have you?

Ken.

Just prejudice.

I said, can we drop this?

Yeah, fine.

Hey, Ken, do you remember Lee Marvin and
Cat Baloo?

Yeah, of course I do.

You remind me of them a lot, you know.

Do I?

Hmm.

Especially that scene, you know, when
the Indian boy has to dress him up for

gunfight. Had to squeeze him into a
corset.

You'll soon be like that.

Now we get his life story.

I don't know. I mean, out of the five of
them, who would you really trust?

Which five?

Well, Sadler, Sylvester, Pettyfer, your
friend Archie and Marison.

Can I have the chip?

But you believe what that means, don't
you?

What was he?

Bastard.

Ken, go and have another look through
our front window. See what they're up

Are you sure it's his girlfriend's
place?

It's the very one who got him in shtook.

They're not what you'd call intimate,
are they?

Are a boon.

How funny, that.

Because I could go for her myself.

Well?

Charles Henry and his girlfriend are
going to a party.

Any minute now.

Right, Ken, keep your head down.

Watch out, the post will be done.

You take that smile off your face. This
is business. Give me that writ.

There's just one little problem.

I don't want to know about it, Ken.

Well, it's a bear.

I can't deliver a writ to a bloody bear.

I don't know.

Well, where are his hands, for God's
sake?

Bears don't have hands.

Their paws.

I know they've got paws. It's not a real
bear, is it? No.

Oh, shut up, Ken.

Charles Henry Marquess?

Oh, no, no.

Rupert.

This is ridiculous.

He's the kind of bloke that wouldn't
reuse an unfranked postage stamp. He's

nothing to do with Sylvester Sadler and
the pedophiles. It was worth checking,

sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce
you to a

heavyweight contest.

In the blue corner from Silly Oak, at 17
stone 7 pounds, Ramesses

O 'Culligan.

In the red corner, from Milton Keynes,
at 17 stone, dead,

Cliff Jenkins!

the funny thing about VAT is that
actually doing it can prove very

You know, like you've achieved something
in your life. You know what I mean,

Renata? Yes, I think so. Harry, would
you like some more tortellini?

No, I wouldn't. Oh, I couldn't put you
into the mouthful.

No, I mean, you see, what I do is I keep
receipts as they come in.

Well, you know, some of these till
receipts, I mean, they can be self

can hardly read them, can you? So what I
do is I keep a calculator in my pocket.

Why don't I make some coffee?

Huh? You stay there.

Strange, I wonder who that could be at
this time of night.

Shall be a tick.

What's all that, son?

I wonder if it's a real one.

Good evening.

Um, Harry, I'd like to introduce you to
my nephew, Peter.

How do you do, Peter?

Well, it's not my fault if your cover
was blown.

You were the one who got out the car.

Oh, shut up, Ken. And asked a bear if he
was Charles Henry Marquis.

We need somebody else on the job.

You're really glad I cocked it up,
aren't you, Ken? Go on, say it. You're

glad. Oh, come on.

This way!

Oh,

Kendra.

Gee. What's going on? Who's this lot?
Where's Harry?

Oh, if I could take those questions one
at a time, Ken. Yeah, fast.

There's a boxing match.

Unlicensed. Oh, my God, do you think so?
We'd better not tell Harry, then.

Graff, Graff, Graff, didn't it? All the
bloody way.

And let's prove that lot are in there.
Well, they're a cross -section of

society, Ken.

There's even one or two police faces, I
swear it. Oh, I bet there are.

Where's Harry?

He's having stuff with Mum, or was. She
just wants to stay left.

He'll be here in a minute.

Help me, please, Ken.

Right, one good turn deserves another,
okay?

You be here at nine o 'clock tomorrow
morning.

Harry,

hello, mate.

Hiya, mate. You coming with us? Yeah,
well, get off your silly bugger. I'm the

same as I was when you last saw me,
aren't I? We're going round the mall for

sherbet. What?

Now? Yeah, we need some company.

Yeah, your company, Harry.

Oh, well, it's nice to know your real
friends still care.

Hey, you know, I've made the biggest
prat of myself I've ever done. Well,

said something.

Seconds up!

Cheers. Cheers.

Tell us what you've done, Murray.

It's a very nice woman, that Renata
Cronkite, with whom I've got absolutely

all in common.

That's nothing to get upset about, is
it?

Well, yeah, but instead of just being
polite, me mouth goes into turbo and I

give her a big lecture on VAT.

But that can't have taken long.

Don't you believe it, mate? I went on
and on and on.

I mean, I could see everything in the
shutters down. But would I close me gob,

would I?

So after the dessert course, you up to
the left?

No, no, no, this is the interesting bit.

Her nephew, in inverted commas, turns
up, Peter.

Yeah?

Yeah, well, he's about the right age,
about 15 years younger than her, except

clowns himself onto her in the most
passionate embrace I've ever seen.

In Birmingham.

Well, good for her.

Yeah, well, there's something else.

Cos I could swear the moment he come
through the door, she called him Roy.

Roy? Yeah, definitely.

I mean, they were all over each other.

Look, what's on top of the tortellini?

Harry, we love you. Drink up, mate.

You know the attic? The bit with the
skylight?

The thing across the moor? Yeah, well,
we could turn it into a spare room, no

matter what the estate agent says.

It'd be a bit small, but it's only for
sleeping.

Oh, hello, Harry.

Forget you're calculated, did you? I
know.

I think one of my credit cards must have
slipped down the side of your sofa.

Some friends brought me along.

Here.

What the hell's going on?

Evening, Roy.

Been a bit worried about you. You've got
a ruddy cheek barging in. What's been

going on, Roy?

I've been up to see our new house, if
you must know, to do one or two odd jobs

on it.

Why didn't you tell Trevor?

He'd been worried silly about you. I
tried, you know, but the moment was

never... You bottled up.

Yeah. Look, he was always very
possessive, even in nappies.

I just don't like leaving him, that's
all.

You what?

Look, he's not a survivor, my Trevor.

He's not streetwise. He's one of life's
innocents.

You are joking, aren't you?

I think she's speaking as a mother, Ken.

Be that as it may, it's still a bit
difficult to tell your best mate you're

love with his mum.

All you've done, you're in love with his
best mate.

And you let it just drift off, eh?

I don't know.

Somebody's got to tell him.

Yeah. Well, you're his mum.

I still think it would be better coming
from somebody who isn't involved.

Well, I'm not telling him.

I hardly know him.

Margaret.

You used to do this sort of thing,
didn't you?

I'll tell him.

You? Well, I'm his boss, aren't I?

Mr Marquis, how nice of you to come.

Here.

Yeah, but I don't see too many windows
here.

Well, that's precisely the point.

We've hired some window space in the
arcade.

We intend to advertise this place.

We intend to make this establishment
known throughout the land, like Caesar's

Palace, Ronnie Scott's, McDonald's.
Trevor, we have lunch together, do you

reckon? Mr Crawford, this is Mr
Marquardt, the window dresser, who will

handling the arcade show space.

Nice to meet you, Mr Marquardt.

Let's hope you can give us what we want.

Creatively, of course. We'll leave it to
you.

Right.

Where are we going down, may I ask?

My office.

I've got a flat about a mile or so away.

We can go there to discuss prices, terms
and so forth.

We couldn't go in your van, could we?

This isn't going to work, Ken. The kid's
a cowboy.

Don't start.

He shafted Don Pettifer for a grand.

He shafted Harry for three meals and a
job.

He shafted Jimmy Hargreaves, no doubt.

Charles Henry Markworth would be a
walkover.

What is it? What's the matter? Oh, I've
left my key in the office.

Well, maybe we'll rearrange the door.
No, no, no, there's an extra one just

behind the door.

What, in here? Yeah.

It's half.

Right. Where?

About six inches down. Yeah.

Charles Henry Marcus?

No! No, you bastard!

Is it?

Yes, yes!

Can't believe I've delivered a beret!

Cup of coffee?

charity ledgers for 30 years.

But that was the biggest fake takings
he'd had.

Bloody charity work.

Jeff Sadler.

Fight. Did they say fight?

Well, I think an anniversary dinner's a
bloody good idea.

And I'll throw in the entertainment.

Don, why don't you and Gay provide the
nosh?

Free. Yeah, it's okay if I ask, mate.

This is making me want to puke. It
really is.

I must have cooked over 4 ,000
hamburgers.

And drumsticks.

They were very popular.

We must remember that for next time.

Something to get hold of, you see.

Close it down.

What the bloody hell's all that?

It's a little extra crust you and I have
made out of loaf, Harry.

There's nothing to look at that, Trevor.
I mean, there must be... Stick it in

the safe.

Yeah, well...

That's very honest of you, giving me
this.

I admire honesty.

Right.

And Ken and Margaret saw me with it
anyway, so I couldn't have had it away.

Oh.

Hey, would you like to consider yourself
as part of the furniture?

I mean, I'm sure we can come to a mutual
agreement, you know, vis -a -vis

salary, as long as it's not too mutual.
I'm sure we could.

Well, then, now, speaking as your elder,
though not necessarily your better...

What's the problem, Harry?

No, no.

Well, it's about Roy.

What's wrong?

Well, there's nothing wrong. He's been
found.

Is he all right?

Yes, he's fine.

It's just that, well, he and your mother
have been... Well, they're getting

married.

Thank God for that.

What?

I said thank God it's out in the open.

I mean, they'd be worried sick wondering
how to tell you.

And I've been worried sick about how to
tell them I already know.

Oh, it's a funny old life, eh, Trev?

Mum, for the last time, I'm pleased for
you, really, I am.

I'm pleased for you both.

You will ring if anything goes wrong in
the flat. Now, promise me you will.

I've left the number on the table. Give
him a break, darling.

Just invite me to the wedding, that's
all I ask.

You really did suspect all along?

Of course I did.

I think I'm silly or something.

So long, Mum.

So long, Dad.

Hey, Ken. Ken, what do you make of this?

What's that?

I don't know. Well, I mean, I do know. I
mean, it's Trevor. Come on, have a

listen.

Here.

What's all that in Adolf? Well, I don't
know, but my guess is it's his mum and

his best friend all at once. You know
what I mean?

No, not Trevor.

Tough as an old boot, that one.

I thought.

There's nothing we can do about it, is
there?

No, best leave him to it.

He'll get over it. Yeah?

I mean, he may not be an old lady
wanting to cross the road, but, um...

seriously think we could leave him in
there?

Can we?

No, you're right. Come on.

What am I gonna do?

Come and have a drink.

We'll tell you.

We share our food.

We share our women. We share our money.
We share our fun.

Whether we lose or win, it's just him
and me. We're all stand

up.

He's my friend.

He's my buddy till the end.

Money, blah, blah, blah.

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