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From time to time...

It's not back from the garage yet, see, and I promised this bloke that I'd meet

him tonight in Nuneaton. No.

I told you.

You ought to get that, love.

Sorry, Ken.

I'm on the boss's business.

Doing what?

Housing babysitting for one of his posh friends.

Why can't they look after their own kids?

Because they're on a golfing holiday in Scotland.

Bye. Rocky, do us a favour.

Hello.

Don't I know you? You might do. Mrs. Benson, I clean at the drum.

Ah, yeah, OK, love, I'll hold. He was saying he thought Mr.

Boone might be able to... OK, yeah, I'll leave a message.

Yeah, I'll wait for you.

Oh, no, no, don't worry about it. It's always like this. Just go on in. You

won't be late.

Ken, Ken, please, I'm trying to borrow your bike. Only for tonight, I promise.

No, how many more times?

Your cheque's no good. No, I've got the second one back, love. I need cash or a

post -it order by tomorrow.

Are you going to get that?

I'm sorry, mate. I've got to book the cab.

Rocky.

No,

that isn't any good, love. A cheque. No, it isn't. Look, just leave a message

for him when he comes out of the meeting and I'll call back, OK?

Do that for me, won't you, please?

Thank you.

Sorry about all this.

It's been Crawford.

What can I do for you?

Nothing, really.

I do a bit of cleaning for Smudger at the Drum.

I was telling him this morning and he thought that you might... He's steady.

you all right?

Hiya, Greg.

Hiya, Smudge.

There's no need to be so formal. You can call me Laura.

Hey, I thought we could have a treat tonight.

Get a hamburger, go to the pictures.

Would you like that?

What sort of burgers do you like?

Mum doesn't like having burgers.

Is it good of you, Mr Boone?

Quite all right, really. It's just that I've not been sleeping too well lately.

Well, what's that mean? I went to that student.

We used to get on all right.

She used to help me out with the shopping.

What's that?

Nothing, that's just it.

It's just that lately the music's so loud it's rattling the walls.

Well, I've asked her to turn it down, but all I get is foul language.

Did your husband have a word with her?

Jack? No, he's tried to.

Doing you good? No, he's not up to rowing with young girls.

So you want me to have a word with her, dear?

You can tell how often he makes the tea.

What?

You put the immersion heater on instead of the kettle.

Ken wants a cup of tea, not a bath.

Tongue like a stropped razor.

I heard that, Jack Benson.

It's full of coal.

Still, taking bloody days to cremate me, eh?

Powerful, isn't it?

It's the same bloody record, day in, day out.

You know, the other day she put it on, then she went out for the afternoon, I

saw her go.

Hey, you have enough bad language from next door.

1972, that.

Cauliflower of the year.

I've won it three times.

Interested in gardening at all, Ken?

Yeah, I just don't have the time.

You should make the time.

Sup up. I'll show you something that'll be good for your soul.

See this seed?

Could be a bit of muck under your fingernail.

Three months later, it's that.

That's not a miracle. I don't know what is.

Quite a philosopher, aren't you, Jack?

Can I get out?

Rex, here!

You are so stubborn, Captain.

We were over the flat. I'm not leaving.

What would I do for a garden? A bloody window box? We could have... got an

allotment. A garden's something to be enjoyed from your kitchen window. I

want a traipse miles to get to it, then have to wrestle with some other beggar's

weeds. Wait a minute. What do you say about leaving?

We were offered a flat by the landlord last spring.

Buying us out sort of thing. Oh, yeah?

Who's your landlord? Mr. Luce.

He owns most of these round here.

Haven't seen him for years.

Yeah, I'm a friend of the Benson's next door.

Oh, congratulations.

Do you have to play that so loud?

I don't think that's any of your business.

Oh, come on, love, be reasonable. The walls are shaking in there. I like loud

music.

Don't you think you're being a bit selfish?

I think it's a free country.

I'm not asking you to turn it off.

Good. Then I won't.

I don't want to have to go to your landlord, but that is not...

Do you want some toast before you go?

What?

Toast. Quick, though, or you'll be late for school.

I've got a tummy ache.

I'm not surprised. All the sugar you put on your cereal.

It really hurt.

There's nothing wrong with you, my lad.

And I've got a headache.

So have I.

Come on.

School.

Don't forget your boots.

The response to our mailing shots was very promising.

We had lots of inquiries.

And how many actual contracts do you expect?

Well, I mean, it's hard to say exactly.

There's proof that there's a great demand for security services in the

I foresee a very healthy winter for my company. I'm sure.

However, your current situation looks rather unstable.

Wouldn't you agree?

Oh. Perhaps if you could provide us with a more concrete forecast, then we could

talk again.

By more concrete, I suppose you mean. Some indication of work in progress?

Until then, the answer's no, is it?

I'm sorry, Mr Crawford. I cannot justify increasing your overdraft in the

present circumstances.

Hmm.

Thanks.

Hi.

Remember me?

What do you want?

I want to know what your game is.

I haven't played games since I was a kid.

Strange taste in music, eh? One record, you play very loudly, night and day.

Well, what's it to you? You don't live there.

No. So you don't know what you're talking about, then, do you? I know the

Bensons. They live there. They seem reasonable people.

You don't.

No, I've got work to do.

What is it you're studying, then, Geraldine?

How to frighten defence that old people? English literature, if you must know.

Ever come across a word called winkler?

Someone who's employed by landlords to get rid of unwanted tenants. You know

sort?

Inconvenient old folks pay low rents over many years, eh?

They put in a winkler.

Someone to winkle a mouth.

You've got a big imagination.

What are you doing it for, love?

Look, I've got a right to listen to music. I've got a right to keep a dog.

a dangerous city.

Even the libraries aren't safe.

Now, stop harassing me.

Yeah, harassment is a serious matter.

I think we ought to go and talk to Mr Luce about it, don't you?

Mr Luce? I don't know any Mr Luce. Your landlord?

You don't know your own landlord?

Don't leave me alone.

There's something frightening here. Go away.

Listen, I can help you. Excuse me.

Is everything all right? No, it isn't.

This man's bothering me. Just give me a call on that number, all right?

This macho behaviour went out with the Ark, you know. Oh, do me a favour.

Yes. He says he's a friend of the Bensons.

All right, Greg?

What's the matter?

Aren't we talking?

So, how was your day?

What's it to you?

Greg?

Put your feet back on me. It's the law.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Just take me home.

I'll take you home when you've got your belt on.

What?

Greg!

Where's the fire, Willis?

Don't you ever do that again, do you hear me?

Is he not behaving himself, Mrs Willis?

I'm not his ma 'am. I'm a friend.

Oh, well, Nick Fuller.

I teach games here for my sins.

Laura Marsh.

You've got it wrong, Willis.

You don't run away from pretty women.

You run after them.

I mean, give him a chance.

The kid's only just met you.

Here you go, Ken. It's on.

He's probably just sulking because he's been left at home, that's all.

No, it's more than that.

Who are lads really unhappy?

Maybe he actually called his mother.

Oh, yeah, and say what?

Harry would go off his rocker and all.

Yeah, I know.

Am I just overreacting?

If either of you fancy doing any work today, you could look up a property

LOOSE, spelled L -O -O -S -E.

I know how to spell, Ken.

Find a solution to the associated car parking problem.

I'm looking at an area H248 -D, beside the leisure centre.

Right behind the restaurant?

Yeah, right.

Put it under infrastructure parking, cross -reference highway work.

and send a copy to the DOE.

Yeah, good.

See you back at the hotel.

Bye.

Excuse me.

Is somebody going to be doing some building round here, then?

Your interest being?

Well, this is my office.

Crawford Boone Security.

Uh -huh.

And are you a Crawford or a Boone?

I'm a Crawford. I'm a Harry Crawford. Ah, James Marion, TCG Enterprises.

How do you do? You're not in my brief.

I'm sorry?

Yeah, the marina project.

You do know about the marina project, I take it? No.

Oh, well, you'll be getting a planning notice any day now.

Development that my company and associates are putting together.

Is it definite?

Well, nothing's definite, but unless there's a cholera pit behind that little

lot, I think the application approval's in the bag.

Hey, listen, have you arranged for your on -site security yet?

I haven't finished the idea. Why? Because on -site security is one of my

Oh, I see.

Hey, I've got some brochures in the office. I'll get you one. Well, I'm a

pushed for time right now.

Well, I'll drop one in at your office.

Look, I'm staying at the Victoria Hotel. Why don't you pop one in there?

What about it, Phil? Stop after a drink.

Stay five -ish? Yeah, I'd love to. OK, bye.

Bye.

Ken, I can't find any property companies under the name of Lou's.

All right, forget it.

Who's that, then?

Could be my fairy godmother.

You've obviously done the trick.

You haven't had a peep out of her.

She even said hello this morning.

You must have a way with the girls.

Glad you think so.

Now, I've got a bit of a problem with this phone number. You're Mr Loose. I

can't find it.

Have you got it?

No, just an address.

That'll do.

What do you want to see him for?

Just to have a chat.

Ah, look, Ken, we don't want to go making trouble for the girl.

Ah, she'll be all right.

I just want to talk to him, that's all.

Yeah. All right.

Shouldn't be wasting your time on this, Ken.

Mr. Valiant.

Oh, drop the brochures.

Oh, thanks. Good.

Drink? Oh, gin and tonic, please. I think I'll join you. Rosie. Oh, let me,

me. Two gin and teas, please. Oh, thanks. Ice and lemon? Yes, please.

Usual, Mr. Valiant? Yeah, thanks, Rosie.

I'm completely immersed in this development, you know. So much damn red

this country. Be easy to blow the brothel in the Vatican.

Yeah, I know how it is. Yeah, meetings, forms, committees, all that. Yeah.

So.

Talk to me.

Tell me about crop of insecurity.

Well, security is really a matter of deterrence.

I mean, somebody wants to break into your premises, it's very easy to deter

by having a few big lads in blue serge around.

But that is not everybody's cup of tea.

So we supply smartly dressed fellows who are just as happy to show your clients

up to the hospitality suite.

Right, £3 .08, please.

Right, ticket change, please. Yes,

yes.

They serve the same function, of course. I mean, the brochures. Nobody walks off

with your property. But it's a better image.

Security plus PR.

So, where's the deterrence?

Oh, they all carry walkie -talkies. There's instant backup.

Mr Crawford, I'll tell you what.

You supply me with a broken noses in blue shirts for the building site

reasonably cheaply.

And then when the tender comes up for the long -term contract for the finished

development, you wheel out the Blue Blazer Brigade, bump up the price to

good your original shortfall.

But how can I be sure of getting the contract?

I'll make sure you do.

And what should you do with that, Mr Marion?

Well, it's quite simple.

It would look very good if I can approach my people with an under -budget

estimate for on -site security.

Well, how much under -budget were you thinking?

Oh, say, 20 % below your current costing.

20?

Mr. Crawford, I never haggle.

Hello? Anyone in?

Oh, come on.

I don't want to rain on your parade, but I do think there is something dodgy

about him.

Why? Because in our regard was that Lucy's property and your man was there.

Well, he's probably got some sort of business with them.

This marina project's going to be a big concern, Ken.

Half the town's going to be angling for a slice of it.

Oh, really?

Well, Lucy's property consists of a seedy lock -up garage, mate.

Your man, Marion, was there with a key.

Look, it's obvious.

That mob are out to harass their own tenants just to get them out.

Oh, don't over -dramatise, Ken.

James is a businessman.

He's not going to do anything shady.

Look, just because they don't wear... camel coats and have gold cufflinks

doesn't mean they're not capable of some rough stuff.

You're being ridiculous.

Look at the facts. Yes, exactly. Look at the facts.

Mrs. Benson.

Mrs. Benson has been made a very good offer by her landlord to vacate the

property. She just happens to have a noisy neighbour with an untrained dog.

you see a perfectly respectable businessman going into a garage and all

sudden it's the greatest conspiracy since who shot Kennedy.

Can I surprise you?

I really am.

She is not just a noisy neighbour, Harry.

She's a bloody first -class winkler. So you say.

Greg, your bath's ready.

Go away!

Glad I won't be making the final choice.

They're all so good.

Don't you think?

Yeah, yeah, I suppose so.

I was under the impression you were going to start building any day now.

Good Lord, no.

These things take time.

Years, even.

That's the reason for this exhibition, to test public opinion.

There's always some opposition to progress, however good it might be for

economics of the area.

Well, understandable, really, if it means bulldozing your house down for a

park. Oh, of course.

That's why site collection is such a... Delicate business.

We're not total ogres, you know.

The residents of Abingdon Terrace may not agree with that.

Oh, I see.

You live there.

Then it might help knowing that Abingdon Terrace is only one of

three proposed sites.

I shouldn't be saying this, but it's by no means the favourite.

TCG seem to think it is.

TCG?

Who are they?

Good question.

What do you think?

I'll have to have my people look it over, but I'm sure it'll be fine.

If I could have a reaction soon, James, you know, maybe something he'd write.

Please, Harry.

A well -timed word and a reliable ear is worth reams of paperwork.

Oh, yes, I agree.

Now, I find that trust is one of the most valuable commodities in the world

business. But what are the hardest to come by? Oh, absolutely.

Yes, absolutely.

I'm glad you take my point, Harry, because we have a little... Now, how

put this?

A little glitch in our so far smooth and untroubled relationship.

All right.

I don't have to tell you, Harry, that an enterprise purchase that privately can

feed but needing access to the taxpayer's piggy bank must not only be

clean, it must be seemingly squeaky clean.

I'm not with you. The holders of the public purse strings, Harry, are prone

the jitters.

Any suggestion from any party that might impugn the integrity of our endeavours,

however unfounded, could cause them to shy away at the last second.

What are you getting at, child?

It appears that Mr Boone has been muddying the waters,

stirring things up.

And if fortune would have it, you seem well -placed to sort him out.

You want me to have a word with Ken?

Yes, I do.

Well, in the first place, Mr Boone is his old man.

And in the second place, once Ken feels strongly... I don't give a monkey's what

Ken feels.

The man's digging, and I want it stopped.

What do you think about that, Harry?

It'd be a shame to let such a niggling thing come between us.

I'll be in touch.

You really are a bad penny, aren't you?

I just want to ask you one thing.

Please,

one more question. It's important, and I promise I'll let you go.

You've got ten seconds.

Right, you're Mr Loose. Do you think he might be calling himself Marion?

I mean, James Marion.

Eh?

You know I'm through Bogart, are you?

Well, maybe not.

Oh, come on, Geraldine. I think you owe it to those old people.

Hello again.

It's Lord, isn't it?

Yeah.

I don't know why I thought you were a mother of one of these little horrors.

You don't look old enough.

What are you doing?

Well, besides looking after friends and children, I'm a secretary, I'm afraid.

Oh, it's nothing to be afraid of.

It must be nice... Do you... Sorry.

No, I'm sorry. Go on.

Hello, Laura.

Oh, hi, Greg.

Well, I'll see you again, no doubt.

Good night, Willie.

Thank you, Laura. That was great.

Wasn't it, Greg?

Can I go to my room now?

Sure. Well, see you later then, mate, eh?

Well, that was a wipe.

That was just a wipe for time, wasn't it? I know. He's not going to tell us.

I met his games teacher today, Nick Fuller.

I think I'll ask him to keep an eye on him. He seems really nice.

Oh.

Nick, get it?

Hmm.

It's nasty stuff, Harry.

Jerry reckons that Marion's the front man. Lucy's pulling the strings. I don't

think you ought to go near him.

It's principles, though, Ken. It's principles.

Nobody leaves Harry Crawford up the garden path, eh? Yeah, yeah. Well, you

careful, mate, eh?

Come on, Willis.

You couldn't catch a cold.

You pathetic lad.

You sweat too hard, sir. Don't talk back to me. Otherwise, I'll give you

something to really moan about.

And you can wipe that smile off your face, I agree.

Your neck. Throw that ball to me.

Come on.

Now, Willis.

You're letting the school down.

You're letting me down.

But worst of all, you're letting yourself down.

Now, I want more effort and no excuses. Do you understand?

Right. Back into line, the three of you.

Now, class, split into your groups.

Lancastrian's on the box, Tudor's here, Plantagenet's on the mat.

So, how are things developing with friend Boone?

Well, what's difficult with Ken?

I mean, you don't know him. That pleasure awaits me.

Has he taken your advice for the Abingdon Terrace? Well, this is it, you

You see, once he gets his teeth into something, I mean, he's like a Jack

terrier. I mean, he just loves digging, you see.

Say again?

Ferreting out information.

I don't know where this conversation's going, Harry, but if it's going to take

all day... I don't know what your game is, James, but I know that marina is

light years away from being built.

And that nobody in the town hall planning office knows anything about you

your company. And even if you were thinking of muscling in on the

don't think they'd be too happy about doing business with your boss, Mr Luce.

How long is it until he gets out of Nottingham Jail?

Very good.

You and Mr Boone have come a long way.

Not quite far enough, I'm afraid.

Far enough to mess your plans about, mate. OK.

Crawford.

Club's off time.

We really can't brook this kind of interference.

These ramshackle houses are going to be worth thousands in a few years.

And when the developers move in, Mr. Luce wants to be ready to make a

Now, as you've discovered, he's not very mobile at present, but don't let that

be of any comfort to you.

Mr. Luce is respected and admired by some very powerful people.

Not Nottingham boys, Harry.

Big boys.

Boys who make the Kree brothers look like the Beverly Hills.

Are you with me?

There we go.

All gourmet delight.

Hey, Craig, you won't tell them, will you? Right.

You said your mum didn't like you having burgers.

You've had three already?

Yeah, porky pig. You'll be too fat to ride on me bike. The suspension won't

it. Pick yourself. You've had four chops.

Yeah, but I'm a grown -up and you're just a snivelly kid.

Yeah, just like Fuller.

It's because of Mr Fuller you hate school.

Isn't it?

Yeah, you know, I had an horrible sportsmaster at school and all.

I hated him.

Stinkbomb Wallace, we used to call him.

Smelt like an old sock.

Really put me off football for life.

I hate rugby.

Yeah, well, that just goes to show that neither of you had very good games

teachers.

Doesn't it?

Full of fancy shoes.

Well, I certainly don't fancy him.

There must be something that you feel about this bollock.

Yeah.

Well, if Nick does fancy us, I think you should give him a chance.

What?

Oh.

Oh, Ken.

Oh, thank God it's you, mate.

For God's sake, sit down, Harry. There's nobody here.

You're getting yourself into a hell of a state over nothing.

Yes, maybe.

This time.

But those weren't idle threats from money, you know, Ken.

And since we've been involved with the Abingdon tellies and the Bensons, well,

I'm not safe in my own home, and nor are you, mate, nor are you.

I've had enough of this.

Who do you think he is, this Marion Gatorade? Going round like some sort of

mafia mobster?

I'll go over to Benson's tomorrow, first thing.

Well, what good will that do? Tell him to phone the police, to say they're

harassed. Oh, big deal.

Things like that sometimes take months. All you'll do is get, what's her name?

Geraldine. Yes, Geraldine into trouble, and we'll all end up at the bottom of

the trench in concrete waistcoats.

Overcoats. Yes.

Marion's not going to be scared off by a rap over the knuckles from Dixon and

Doc Green, you know.

We shall see, Harry. We shall see.

Oh,

no, not the gun.

Thank goodness.

Just look at it.

Who did this? I keep telling him it had nothing to do with me.

You're a lying little bitch!

Jack!

It's not my fault. I had nothing to do with it.

Just get an ambulance, quick.

They say he's stable.

That's good, isn't it, Ken?

Yes.

That's very good.

He looks so pale.

So old.

Never thought of him as old.

He'll pull through then.

Come on, don't worry.

Look, you didn't notice anybody hanging about, did you, when you came out?

No, nothing.

You don't really believe that Jerry did it, do you?

And Jack's convinced, but I can't believe it myself.

No. She knows who did, though.

Listen, don't you worry.

I'll take care of everything.

Jim.

You and the lad's done on for tonight?

About seven -ish.

Good.

Yes, see you then.

But what good'll it do, Ken? I don't know, but I can't just sit around doing

nothing. Can't go to the police without Jerry's help.

Jack's garden, we got no proof that was Marion's.

So what are you going to say to him?

I don't know till I get there.

Perhaps I'll say Abingdon Terrace is no longer being considered for the marina,

eh? And they'll stop the aggravation.

Well, good luck, mate.

Thanks.

Hope you don't need it.

For the moment, he's inconsistent.

You're very modest, Coop, if I may say.

Well, I think I could... Greg forgot his lunch.

Hello, Miss Marsh.

Or is it Muzz these days?

Laura.

Um, could you take this back to the staff room for me, please, Coop? Yes,

How's young Willis behaving himself these days?

He's all right.

Hey, walk!

I don't have to look after him for much longer, though. His parents are back at

the weekend.

Oh, that's a pity.

And I won't see you again.

That depends.

Great.

Yeah. Thanks, mate.

I owe you one.

Cheers.

Mr. Luce? No.

Sorry.

You've been... Yeah.

Got a light, Tosha?

No, I don't. Sorry.

Try, Larry.

Well, now.

What can I do for you?

You're Mr. Luce?

Luce by name.

Luce by nature.

Mr. Luce of Luce Properties?

Why, you happen to own a few gaffs in Nottingham, if that's what you're

at. But while I'm a guest of Her Majesty, they are entirely the hands of

financial advisor.

Any repairs as needs to be must be referred to him, if that is, of course,

you have come to see me about.

Would that be Mr James Marion?

Could be.

Hmm.

Look here, Mr Dean, you're the one that we question this. Visiting times are a

little bit precious, so would you mind getting on with it?

Was it your idea or his to harass your tenants?

What are you going on about?

He merely collects the rents and looks after them, that's all. I mean, if they

don't pay, well, he might get a bit iffy, but that's up to him, isn't it?

How long has he been working for you?

About a year.

What, to see the tail thread?

The marina?

Yeah, there's boats in it.

I've got nothing to do with boats.

You're trying to evict your tenants to sell the houses to the developers when

the time's right.

Sell my houses?

You've got to be joking, ain't you?

Well, that's what your mate Marion's doing.

But that's my pension. You can't do that.

Can you?

Well, not without your permission, no.

I did sign some papers about a year ago.

You know, like power of whatchamacallem, matching for me.

Power of attorney.

He told me that on certain occasions he might have to work a bit sharpish, like,

you know, couldn't exactly give me a ring in my cell, could he, so I give him

this power of attorney.

So he could be first out of the trap if anything was going down.

There certainly is something going down, Mr Lewis.

Luce was conned into signing over some legal documents so Marion could sell the

houses and do a bunk.

Well, how did they get involved with each other in the first place, Ken?

I mean, they're not exactly social equals, are they? Usual story.

They were together in the scrubs.

Oh, God, Ken.

I'd love to get my hands on him, I would. We will, Harry, we will.

Who do we cheer for?

I don't know the first thing about rugby.

It depends which team your friend's playing for, doesn't it?

That's him over there in the green.

Number four.

Rocky!

Oh, Laura!

You made it!

What have you done to your foot? Oh, I twisted my ankle just now.

Oh, is it bad?

Well, bad enough to keep me out of the game, yeah.

Why were you poor thing?

Oh, sorry.

Rocky, this is Nick Fuller.

Nick, this is Rocky Cassidy.

How do you do?

Sorry about your ankle. I'm sorry about the game, Laura. You come especially to

see me, you know. She's my biggest fan, you know.

How's it going, raccoon?

Oh, it's not good, I'm afraid, Skip.

Oh, trust you, eh?

Right, better start finding a sub.

Oh, hasn't Jim called in, then? No, he couldn't get a babysitter.

Oh. Rocky, Nick plays rugby.

He's a gym instructor.

Yes, but I haven't played competitively for some time.

No offence, mate, but we can't carry any passengers.

Just find me a kit.

What do you think of that garden, then, Jake?

Never saw the use in a flower garden.

Can't eat flowers.

Waste of good soil.

My little ray of sunshine.

I'll be growing that next year.

I can help you there, Jack.

Mr. Luce has offered to restore your garden, you know, and pay for it.

You're not kidding, are you?

I could start again from scratch.

Perhaps you could put me a rosary down.

Perhaps I could, perhaps I couldn't.

Excuse me.

I'll see you later, then.

Oh, Skipper!

You see, the thing is, I don't normally play in the scrum.

I play scrum half or outside sinker.

Oi! Captain Green!

Black!

Why did you do it, Jerry?

You made their lives a misery. I was scared. I had no choice.

Look, I'm trying to pay my own way through college, and I got really behind

my rent.

That's why you're scaring the life out of them.

Marion said Luce would have me beaten up if I didn't do as he said.

Look, he made him look like really bad news. I was scared.

Well, you've no need to be.

No, you not.

It causes enough trouble as it is.

There is something you could do.

then you will take it easy on him, won't you, Clive? Eh?

We only want to scare a signature out of him, not give him a heart attack.

Don't worry about him. He'll be as safe as houses.

You won't know that.

Sounds good to me. Harry, we don't want him hurt.

Right.

Tomorrow? Sure.

I'll open the yard early. Give me a chance to grab a few things first.

What did I say?

That's him.

The one in the grey suit.

Got him.

You got a light, mate? No, sorry, I don't smoke. Hey,

what the hell's going on? Hey, okay, okay, okay.

All right.

All right.

Where are you taking me?

Don't.

What the hell's going on?

Morning, Mr. Marion.

Look.

Look. You've got the wrong man.

My name's Roger Hegley. That's not true, is it?

Who are you?

Look out your rear window.

What do you want?

You've been looking after some property for a friend of ours while he's on his

holiday.

You're friends with Charlie's?

Mr Loose got wind of your little game and he doesn't like it.

And since we're all very fond of the old codger, we thought we'd take over, as

from now.

Oh, wait a minute.

I work bloody hard in those damn houses.

We know you do. We know.

And you'll be rewarded.

In the meantime, just put your autograph on that, will you?

This is a letter of resignation.

Let's call it more like a redundancy.

I'm not signing this.

In that case, no more to say.

Yo! Right, Steve, let's do it.

Bye -bye.

That's right.

Right, James.

Nice to do business with you.

My pen.

Dave here will sort out your reward.

Please accept this little gift as a token of esteem from Mr. Luce and my

associate.

What you might term the golden handshake, I believe.

Hey! Hey!

Wait for me.

Wait for me.

Eh, glad you got to meet Mr Boone.

Oh, you can get a bus just outside the gates.

Cheers.

Well, you don't look too happy for a girl who's just done a good deed.

Yeah, well, I've not got a lot to be proud of, have I?

Ah, you came right in the end.

You found out who the villain was?

Yeah, we got him, didn't we? Yeah.

What are you going to do now, Becky, Duddy?

Who knows?

Well, I wish you luck.

Do you want to invite a penniless student out to dinner, Mr Boone?

Right, I'm old enough to be your father.

I'm not trying to pick you up. I'm trying to get a meal. I'm starving.

Yeah, all right. Where do you want to go?

Well, there's a place called The Forge. Oh, wait a minute. That French place in

the precinct?

In the Swiss bank account that we use there. Here you go.

One coke.

One half a lager.

And a pint of bitter for me.

Here's to CBS.

Crime Buster Services.

I know you lot can, but a time like these a man feels fulfilled.

Speaking of being fulfilled, we thought we could all go out for a meal. You

know, a celebration.

What a great idea.

Yes, let's go for a slap -up.

Get my treat. All right.

So where shall we go?

Well, there's this nice little French place open near the precinct called...

Court.

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