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Please give yourselves up. Let us in or we will use order.

We don't want anyone to get hurt.

I never thought it would end like this.

Boris Riley, for the doctor please.

Sit. Morris, you all right?

Well, clearly not, otherwise I wouldn't be here, would I?

I thought it was your check-up.

Your annual jigger-thingy. Well, if you knew that, why did you ask me if I was

all right?

I was being polite.

What's wrong with you?

Eh?

Why are you here?

Jabs.

For me holidays.

What jabs?

Normal ones.

Malaria. And, er, dengue and, er, Red River.

A river runs through it. You go to the Isle of Wight? So, it's global water,

isn't it?

I mean, Shanklin's virtually tropical now.

Morris, Riley.

I'll wait outside.

Give you a lift back to the flats.

Blood pressure's the high end of normal. Normal, though.

Cholesterol could be a bit lower.

In an ideal world, which patently it's not.

Morris. Why do you always take such an adversarial position with me?

Because I hate doctors.

Thank you for telling me, but I am trying to help you. Do what?

Eek out a few extra years till I'm 87 and my eyesight's so bad I can't even

focus on a fatty piece of pork, much less put it in my mouth. Maurice,

please. I'm making a point here, Roger. It's quality of life that counts, not

quantity. And I'm extremely happy with my existence.

And as for more exercise and sensible eating, I'm not sure there's room.

Yes, all right. I get the message, Roger.

Are you all right, Roger?

Roger?

Bloody hell, Roger!

Call an ambulance.

Sorry? Quickly!

May I ask what for?

What? Don't bother. There's no time.

Don't worry, Doc.

Nearly there.

It's all right.

He knows what he's doing.

Morris, give this to Laura.

Bury it with me.

I'm not scared of dying, Morris. Tell her that.

I am scared I'll miss them.

And now, ladies and gentlemen... Sometimes

you're quite good.

What's the matter?

She's had a heart attack.

Okay, lie him down here.

It's going to be okay.

It's going to be okay.

Ah,

Mrs. Riley.

Here you are.

You've noticed my sign.

That was Oliver's idea.

He's so good with words.

Still, to the matter of that, I think you'll be pleased.

There was slight damage to the bridge, but I repaired that. Otherwise, thorough

cleaning, wee waxing, it's in pristine condition.

That looks wonderful.

My daughter learnt to play on this, you know.

Is that so?

So, how much do I owe you?

You'll be all right. So you're in control.

Hi, darling.

How did it go?

Babs.

My babs.

I assume that's a clean bill of health, then?

Yeah.

It is.

Now what are you doing?

Returning my thimble pick.

Morris.

Is everything all right? Perfectly.

It's just... You seem a little... hysterical.

No, just getting on, that's all.

What's wrong?

This isn't our violin.

Of course it is. Really, it isn't.

Barbara, I've been hiding my thimble pick on the Hesketh since 1971 when Mr.

Menuhin gave it to us.

I am extremely familiar with the instrument.

The first time I fixed the bag into place, I remember thinking, the ebony is

entirely smooth, even on the reverse. How extraordinary.

Right before I found the one tiny blemish that existed in the whole of the

grain.

The blemish is gone.

No.

What?

He switched it.

McClelland? It's a Hesketh. It's worth £8,000 or £9,000, maybe more.

And it's Grace's.

You'll have to go to him, tell him that you're on to him, take Headley and Sid

and... Why are you looking like that?

I'm not looking like anything.

Yes, you are. You're looking like you'd rather not go.

Quite frankly, I'm not sure that charging across town making wild

accusations is in anyone's best interest.

Best interest? In terms of the strain it could put on you, on your body.

Fine.

What are you doing?

I'll take it myself.

Barbara, I will do it. I'll go, just in a while. I wouldn't want to make you

ill. I didn't mention ill.

I have not...

I remember it from the first time round. The Y5 owner, eh?

You're all right.

Joe! Hey, Joe!

What a nice surprise, eh?

I'm not just here on the off-chance, Dan. Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, you know, we'll talk about it later.

You carry on.

Party. Fancy dress.

It ain't a fancy dress. It's... No, don't tell me.

You got sacked.

You got a girl chasing after you to marry her.

You owe five grand.

What is it, eh?

It's all of them.

Really messed up this time, Dad.

Ah, it'll be fine. Stop worrying.

What? Eh, life's too short.

Come on, I'll sort you out. Now, listen, I bet you could murder a good session,

eh? Besides, it's about time you and I did some serious bonding, Joe.

You and me, innit?

Morris, you can't come in a pub, ask for something healthy, then get cross when I

say that isn't what we was invented for.

I'll do your bloody Mary.

It's got vodka in it. No, it hasn't.

It's tomatoes.

It's got one of your five a day.

I'll tell you what, I'll put a sliced cucumber in it, it's virtually a health

tonic.

Just make it clear to her that you acted how you did because you were thinking

about your responsibilities.

Cos if you ended up like matey boys down the surgery and pegged out on them... He

didn't peg out.

He's going to be fine, apparently.

He might have, though.

What's the point?

We hang by a slender thread.

Exactly.

There you are.

On scratchings.

I really don't know what to say, Mrs Riley.

You say there's been a terrible misunderstanding and you disappear out

the back and you come back with my violin.

And that way, I don't have to go to the police.

Mrs Riley, this violin says Hesketh on it.

It's a copy.

Is it indeed?

In that case, it's a very good one.

Certainly fooled me when you brought it in here.

You... I can prove it's not our violin.

We have documents at home.

Photographs. Which you must show to the constabulary.

Unfortunately, they will only say what I would say.

Which is that that merely establishes the fact that at one time you did have a

genuine Hesketh in your possession.

Not that you brought it in here.

That's what you brought in here.

Thank you.

Yes, sir. Something I can do for you?

Yes, I'd like this rose.

Awesome.

You hungry?

And after that combat, you still have something on your shoulder.

I could go home, couldn't we, eh?

We should really come dancing.

Eh?

Well, it's just that we've done three bars, six shots in each.

Well, it's way more than I normally do.

You know, plus the food stop, the tattoo.

Yeah, that was a good idea, wasn't it, eh? Oh, stop!

It's still hurting, isn't it?

She'll be bleeding like that, shall it?

When does it scabble?

What? No, no, Dad, no.

Dad. Joe.

Listen,

there'll come a time when you won't be able to do this.

You'll be too old and worn out.

You won't be able to get your pants on in the morning without sitting down

first. And you have to get up six times in the night to go and pee.

And every time you shave, you look in the mirror and hate yourself for

becoming the man you have.

You've spent a redundant triple copy of the beating flesh and blood, the vital

wind-burned lad you once was.

And then you want to go out.

What's your record?

Dad!

Dad!

How am I doing?

Dad. Dad, we've got to stop.

Dad's in trouble.

I did 14 with Demis Rousos once.

It's hard to believe when you see how big he got.

Dad. Not more.

I feel bad now.

You didn't even eat the big ones. All the ones with the hair sticking out.

It's still not a banana, is it?

I'm going for a walk.

I didn't break into a jog.

Babs? Here you are.

Kelsaprees.

What's wrong? You know what's wrong. It's McClellan.

He is a crook.

Look at you.

If I'd said that to you last week or even yesterday, you'd have got in your

car and you would... Babs, please.

That violin belongs to Grace, Morris. We got it for her. It matters. Never mind

about the cost.

It's hers. I want it back tonight.

I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you.

Women. Can't live with them. You can't live without them. Shut up!

Get your kit.

What? What, you mean you're actually going to... Helen can cover at the bar,

can't she? Well, yeah.

Hang on, what? I don't even know what I'm doing. I'll explain when we get

there.

Sit. I'll come round to your place. I need you... No, I'm not in.

What?

Um... Why? Where are you?

Like something out of a bloody Bruegel.

It's amazing I could answer it, really, but it was stuck right down the bottom

of me jeans.

Get him out.

What happened to him?

He got a bit down when he cut the shifters.

Then the fisticuffs started, so I thought he'd better find solace in the

bottle, you know.

Douglas bartered. What?

Douglas bartered. My leg's stuck.

I tried to explain it to her.

Oh, thanks, Ed.

Oh, yes.

Magic.

So was it the owner?

What hit you?

No, no, no, he's on holiday, apparently.

It was just some bloke walking past.

He could see I was stuck fast, so it was too good an opportunity to miss, you

know. Get in the motor.

Come on.

We shouldn't be doing this.

The state he's in.

Oh, down there.

That's where I keep something.

You leave the may, whoa. Whoa, Mo.

You've got the torch. Go.

Boris.

What's wrong?

You do it.

Eh? It's the bell.

It doesn't work.

There. So?

There's all sorts of spores and mould.

Spores? If that gets in your lung, Sidney, you're in deep trouble.

You go down.

Oh, keep me flipping, Socks. There's a light switch here.

Oh, freeze!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I'm resting the pulse.

It shouldn't be above 75, ideally.

But we're not resting, are we?

Are we clear?

Yes.

Carry on.

Mate, I am.

The valve's gone.

Well?

Hold on.

I'm coming into it.

Why won't you take it? I can't, can I?

Of course.

Poisonous treffids.

Sid, here.

You don't need it. I'm used to it now.

You've got great night-time vision anyway. No!

Oh, wait.

I can see it.

Sid!

Keep still. Stop moving around.

I'm trying.

There's stuff everywhere.

Hang on. There's another light switch.

Don't. No.

Definite disturbance.

Or a disco.

I'm not sure.

Two men.

Blacks and balaclavas.

It's a blue Nissan van.

Registration V-A-W 2039.

Can anyone see us? Huh?

Do you think we're all right?

Hello?

No, we're clear. Now you didn't wake the old flipping street up. Do you mind?

I'm in some pain here.

My old buddy's up there.

That's why they traditionally use sticks to do a drum solo. OK.

We got what we came for.

Let's just make sure that we get back in one piece.

Right on your left side, son.

Recovery position.

Then you can be sick in your sleep and it'll not bother you.

Thanks, Dad. Those snatched father-son moments, eh? Don't they make you realise

the full majesty of family life? He's doing it again!

Hadley. Well, what do you expect?

Turning up for work in that state? You could have got me blown in court!

Except you weren't, were you? And I got the fiddle, so back off! You're doing

that pulse thing again.

Come on, Joe.

Just give him a hand. Let's go.

Come on, son.

You're all right. Manny, you better dump this van. Come on.

Come on.

Come here.

Don't come.

What do you want?

Save as being had? No.

Fruit juice.

And one with vodka in.

Oh.

Oh. Bless him.

I hope he can remember some of this when he comes round.

We had a great time.

You might have told me you arranged to meet him.

I had no idea where you were in that hospital.

The car was like the Marie Celeste. Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that.

It was a spurt of the moment, that. I just had this urge to

go into town, let me hair down.

It was pure good luck that I bumped into Joe.

Your off days must be summat else.

You

deserve

it, the way you spoke to me!

That's God, that is!

Punishing you for it! Both of you. I'm blind here! I can't see!

Good!

Behave. Just you wait till I can focus again.

What? Good evening, sir.

I wonder if you could help us. Do you know who that van belongs to?

Everything all right, sir?

Somebody given you a bang in the face?

I'll wait around the back, Sarge.

I'm a

hostage.

No, no, no, no, no. We're trapped.

What are we going to do?

Open the door. This is the police.

Let us in.

Hold on.

Tight. Just do it.

Let us in or we will use force. Okay, Ed.

What you said.

You heard noises. You came downstairs.

We was in the till. That's when it happened. You were grabbed. The hostage

thing. They're not going to believe that. I just made that up.

They will now.

Get the knife. Stand clear of the entrance.

Hey!

Back off!

You hear?

Get right back.

You're listening.

I want you in the car now.

Both of you.

Or he's going to get really hurt.

You got that?

Back off!

Okay, don't hurt him.

We are moving away.

We're moving away now.

I'm sorry.

No.

It was a good plan.

It was the only plan.

Oh, really?

Oh.

Cos I'm sensing we're still trapped, this copper's breathing down our neck,

and there's no plan.

Or is that just a concussion?

You're the hostage.

You'll be fine.

You're right.

Well, I'm in the clear.

No, you're not.

If this goes wrong, they'll question each of us separately.

They'll establish prior association and the game will be up in about two minutes

flat. For the lot of us. So get us out!

I will!

I'm just... Sid has given us time.

If there's time, there's a way.

We just... Well, just what?

Because you're sitting there like you're waiting for some kind of divine

intervention. We've got to move quick. We can't rush.

What are you doing?

I'll keep it low.

They'll have the lights on us before you know it. I mean, where are you going?

Oh, er, kitchen.

What?

I always get the nibbles when I've had a few. Why?

Do you want some of it? Get back here.

There's no need to crawl.

Takes hours to set surveillance gear up.

And that time will be well clear.

How are you going to do that, then?

Helen, don't just sit there.

You're in your condition.

Get yourself off to bed.

Oh, okay, yeah.

Because I'm really going to get a good night's kip when there's a full-scale

siege going on downstairs.

You're right.

You sit there.

I'll get you a cup of tea.

I'm fine.

Are you?

Are you sure? You look a little bit dazed.

No, I'm not.

I'm just trying to recall.

In all them prenatal care books I've read, what you're supposed to do when

your husband invites a local SWAT team round?

Don't over-gawt me.

The dips are over there.

We were home and trying till he decided to play Keith Moon at a critical moment.

You're blaming me?

If you hadn't jumped a red light, we wouldn't have the cobblers chasing us.

A, that is a load of cobblers, and B, why weren't you driving her?

Oh, yeah, because you decided to have 27 pints and run him with a carnivorous

sports car.

Can we not be hyper?

They'll want that.

We need to concentrate on getting out of here.

Sorry, Mo.

Sorry. You're right.

Back up.

Are you alright?

Yes. Of course I am.

I just need to be, erm... ...calm, that's all.

We're calm?

You're the one who seems like he's about to turn his... ...toes up.

Nothing to see. Move back, please.

Can you confirm the firearm?

Firearm team request confirmed.

Over.

Call Nick.

Give me an assist.

Me? Can't you?

Cos I'm busy thinking.

I can't overload myself.

Write a bit.

Oh, thanks.

Nick?

Hey, Sid, you all right?

In some ways, no.

What's happened?

Surrounded by cops at the Hoogie.

Running the full hostage thing with Headley in the chair.

We've been here about 20 minutes.

OK.

What's the plan?

Nothing finalised yet.

OK, let me know. But we'll have to go dark in ten. Ten? What do you mean, ten?

You're right.

Five. Let's be safe.

After that, any communications, forget it.

No phones, no mobiles, no computers, no nothing.

Boris said it'd be ours.

It's an amazing kit they had.

And it's all dead portable.

Audio gel, spatial... All right, all right, I get the picture.

Can you neutralise them? No.

No? No, but I'll do what I can.

But it's essential that you keep your voices down and no names.

Oh, and a bit of background noise will help. You know, radio, TV.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

No. Don't say it. I'll do me best.

You haven't watched it, have you?

For a while.

There is no way out.

Please, give yourselves up.

Oh, no.

Just a minute.

What about a tunnel?

Or maybe a glider.

What else happens in cold hits?

Hey, hey, hey, at least I'm trying to come up with something.

Which is exactly what they're doing right now.

Helen. You alright, lad?

I can't

believe this.

I'm gonna have a kid and it's first words ain't gonna be dog or cat.

They'll be isolation cell or exercise yard.

Stop worrying.

They'll never give you high security.

They'll put you somewhere where you can hold him and everything.

That isn't helping me, Sid.

Nick said would be safe. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating.

He was exaggerating.

He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating.

He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He

was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating.

He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating.

He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating.

He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He

was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was

exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating.

He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He

was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was

exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating.

He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He

was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was exaggerating. He was

exaggerating. He was exaggerating.

He was exagger Have you mulled it over

yet?

So are we going with the blooded bandana thing?

What? Terry Butcher.

Brian Robson, eh?

Captain Courageous.

Heads hanging off, thundering up the pitch, going for that last corner.

What in God's name are you talking about?

He wants to know what you've decided, given the amount of time you've been

thinking.

The way I see it is this.

It's important to look at the bigger picture.

What?

We want to get out, but at what cost? Let's be realistic.

The shape we're in, the age we are.

We want to get out of here.

Yes, I know.

At the same time, I have prisons these days.

He's had a stroke.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

Oh, no.

He knows exactly what he's saying.

You're gonna take a fall, ain't ya?

Man of his age, well-spoken, no previous.

You'll probably get suspended.

Me, though, with my record, there's only one place I'm going when they suss out

that I'm a fake.

I never said anything about taking a fall.

I'm weighing up the options.

Well, surrendering in one of them.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Keep back, sir.

What about the Stalingrad manoeuvre?

What's that?

Eat all the food, drink all the liquid, lure the enemy into the building and set

fire to it and hope that you're better at dealing with the flames than them.

Is that it?

Is that the best you've got?

They're not gonna wait out there forever, you know.

Oh, really? I was hoping they might.

You should leave.

I think you should leave.

You know, I'm pregnant and it's all a bit stressful.

I think you should go.

I'm staying with you.

Ellen. I've made my mind up.

But... No, Hedley.

You don't know what it's like when you're away.

There might as well be bars on all the windows where I'm living because I do

the time and all and I hate it.

Because I'm not plugged in.

Unless you're around.

So if you are about to go away, then I'm buggered if I'm going to put any

distance between us if I don't need to.

I'm not going down, love.

And I'm not going to leave you.

I swear.

I swear.

So please, go and look after yourself how you should.

Eh?

Sid, tell them Alan's coming out.

Don't forget when they debrief you, you know.

Hedley, I'm going to wait.

We've got a pregnant woman here.

We just found her, so we're letting her out.

Goodwill gesture!

You couldn't send in some fried chicken, could you?

Reciprocal, you know.

OK. Send her home.

Are you all right?

Well, what about you?

I'm all right forever now.

time settling

Hey, I think the press are here.

This way, why not?

This way.

Hey, hey.

Yes?

Nick.

Where is he? What's happened?

What do you mean, how's my hearing? It's fine.

Why?

It didn't hurt you? No.

Thank God. Could you wait for your sister behind the line?

What kind of people are they?

Australian.

Madam, please.

Look, I haven't finished my debrief yet. I really want to help as much as I can.

Of course.

It's OK. They're working a plan.

What did they say?

Madam? They want.

No.

Just have to wait.

No. All right, then, love. That's it.

Here we go.

Please stay behind the line for your own safety.

Thank you.

It's very welcome.

Fantastic value as well.

Well, I don't suppose they're worried about the cost.

Oh, look, another fan.

How's that gonna affect things, Mo?

Huh? The grand plan?

Have you got any ready? I smell of that.

Do you know what? I wish you'd never been to see that flipping doctor!

What are you talking about? Oh, you know! Look at you! You have not stopped

since we got in here! And it's crazy! The whole thing is crazy, man!

I mean, the fact that you think by not eating a little bit of southern fried

fat now or easing back on the stress levels or walking into the arms of the

cops with your hands in the air, it's going to make a blind bit of difference

to how long you live.

It's genetic.

Your health is.

Look at my dad.

If it weren't for the fire, strong as an ox.

Same as my granddad, same as my great-granddad.

Oh, so it's all right for you, then?

And you're not?

No, I'm not!

I come from a long line of... ...aesthetes and depressives.

None of us have gone much beyond 60, apart from Uncle Barry, who claims he's

98, but then he's a pathological liar.

No, he is! He's in a secure hospital.

So in terms of raw materials, Headley, I have to be very careful indeed!

Well, you're doing that all right! That's enough!

Both of you!

Oh.

Now, come on.

Why don't we all have a drink and clear the air? You what?

We'll be seized in a bar, Mo.

We might as well take advantage of it.

A drink?

Yeah.

A drink.

All right?

Flip it, eh? Don't make me a bad man.

I never said it did.

You inferred it.

I... I implied it. You inferred it. Yeah.

There you go.

You can't help it, can you?

Whenever you get a bit tense, you always do it.

No matter how much I try and support you, you dump on me. Why can't you just

chill a bit?

You chill when you're on holiday, when you're having an Indian scalp massage,

not when you're in the middle of a police siege!

Leave it!

They just...

We'll find out what the situation is, we'll have a mental state we're all in.

So they can gauge whether we're gonna storm the place.

Storm it?

We need to, uh, set up a... a... rotor.

Keep an eye out the window.

In case they rush us before we're ready. Ready for what, exactly?

Huh?

Well, you're not gonna do anything, are you? You're gonna take your chances in

the courts.

Keep it low from here on in.

Okay.

Death in Venice.

What? This is death in Venice.

I thought it said Elvis in Vegas.

You've done that deliberately.

Just because I decided to play the longer game, you thought you'd rub my

nose in it a bit. What are you on about?

I wanted something louder.

You deliberately put on something funereal and depressing.

It's not depressing. In your opinion. Yes.

It is not depressing! It's depressing me!

Really? Well...

I suspect that if Joanna Lumley walked in here now, naked, with the winning

lottery ticket rolled up behind either ear, holding a great big prawn cocktail

in one hand and a pint of best bitter in the other, whilst balancing a TV set on

her head, which is showing Bobby Moore nick the ball off Pele over and over

again, at the same time as she looked at you, lid to lips, and said, Marius

Reilly, you're a very handsome man and I'm a bendy woman, you'd still feel

depressed.

Because that's how you are!

You're a miserable, cantankerous, pessimistic git who never

appreciates just how lucky he is.

Please.

Can I remind you, Sid, that you and I have been joined at the hip now.

Mano a mano.

Two sides of the same coin for almost 40 years.

Is it any wonder that I tend towards the negative?

Me?

Who else?

I mean, let's be straight.

Who was it who did the pursuing?

You needed me around.

How many times did I change my phone number in the 70s? That was security.

I wanted you to leave me alone.

Oh, come on.

The two of you.

What about the first time when you were ill?

What about the bullet?

I took a bullet for you.

You shot yourself in the foot.

I'd wrestle the gun free first.

You're a menace, Sid.

Do you know why?

Because you've never grown up. You refuse to acknowledge that you're a man

of 60.

Says the man who's been 57 for about 11 years.

That's crazy.

Look at you. Look at you today.

Dressing up like a 20-year-old, out on the lash with your lad, picking fights.

I never threw a single punch. Wake up and smell the coffee, Sid.

We're old, we're ill, and we're running out of time.

We're not.

That's Morris.

We've all had a tough day, yeah? Yeah.

Some more than others, sadly.

I mean, you know, a man nearly dropped dead in front of me, you were worried

about your pregnant wife, but what else it?

Hmm? What's he done? Other than the beer and the tattoo parlour and the... Leave

it!

You know, you'd want to know what I've been doing, Maurice, today.

I've been arriving...

which is what the French bird says when she passes go and collects the 200.

Isn't that funny?

No.

Not really.

I don't feel funny.

I feel dead.

I'm not nearly there, Maurice.

I'm there already.

I've arrived.

About a month ago, actually, I dropped a glass at home.

I've got these pains.

I think nothing of them.

But they don't go away.

So I nip to the docks.

When I see you, it's arthritis.

That's all.

So I get up to leave.

And he stops me.

Tells me how I'm not understanding him.

How? Tells me how hard it's going to get.

How, if I'm unlucky, I'll not be able to take the top of a jam jar, do a button,

hold a steering wheel.

Even then, I think, nah, be positive.

You'll be all right.

Then that trip to the hospital happens.

The wheel goes through me hands.

Which it shouldn't have.

And I nearly kill us.

That's right, Morris.

You've no idea.

I nearly kill us all.

You're right, Boris.

We're ill.

And I decided that... what little I've got left...

are the joy.

Isn't it?

Nick's feeding into the system.

Put that down.

He's ready.

Ready for what?

Well, that's up to us.

Eddie, would you get that golf cart of yours?

What? We're leaving.

Get it, now!

Joe, wake up.

Ah, please, no, it hurts.

It's all right, it's me.

Oh, come on.

Shh, listen.

We're in a siege.

Police are outside.

You know nothing.

You've been comatose throughout.

Which is true, actually.

Sorry.

See you.

CO2 cylinders from the lager.

And get all the spirit bottles off the shelves.

Find Barbara, yeah?

Tell her this.

The Hungarian geese fly south across the tundra, only in winter.

You got that?

Nice.

Just leave it by the bar and help sit out with the cylinders.

You can do this, can't you?

Okay? Yeah.

All right. Now, tell Babs after they've checked you out.

Checked out for what, man?

Pendicitis. Well, I haven't got a penisitis.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

It bounced someone else! Mummy is ill!

Appendix. So we're letting him go.

Okay. Send him out.

I'm proud of you, son.

It's all right. He's my son. Baby.

Like a Hungarian geese flying.

Are you sure?

All right, then. Come on. Here we go.

Right back, Pete.

This is your final warning.

Will someone explain what we're doing? I told you, we're getting out of here.

We need to take a proper look.

Come on.

We have you surrounded.

We are armed.

There's hundreds of them.

Maybe he couldn't get to her.

I never thought it would end like this.

It's a bolt.

And a tape.

How's that a sign? You really have to be there, Hedley.

But it is, trust me.

Another one.

Going in five.

What is happening?!

The Savoy Grill.

What, the extra Savoy Grill? Anyone?

Anyone? Give it your hands.

What? Put them together.

You're the hostage.

Remember?

Make sure.

Headly. It'll be fine.

All you need to know is that the Savoy Grill is the criminal equivalent of the

Book of Revelations. You consult it only at the final reckoning.

Well, that's good enough for me.

I'm in.

Lads, before you... I'm sorry.

Whatever happens, I... For the way that I behaved, I don't know, I'd lost my

nerve.

That my heart beats at all, Sid, it wouldn't if you weren't around.

And whatever else I said, it was nonsense.

Except you were wrong about one thing.

We both were.

This illness, ageing thing, it's... You can't... You can't disregard it.

One last hurrah. You can't avoid it and just wrap yourself up in cotton wool.

Neither way is right.

There's only one way, and that's to keep on, exactly as you are.

You take your pills, you grit your teeth, and you just keep on.

Don't kiss

The

blind

the blind

That is the woman I married.

Come on, now. You can't sit there, please. Get off. Come on. Come on, now.

Come on!

Bing Crosby.

Are we drinking floor cleaner or something?

Now!

Get back, everyone!

Get back!

Now!

Headley, just do it.

It's a suit box.

For England.

And infirmity.

Sid. What? I'd cover up the distinguishing mark if I were you. You

what? Bing. Oh.

It's all right. It's a great room.

You fit?

Yeah.

Right.

Don't ask me.

That was the cops.

Courtesy call.

Any sign?

Nah, reckon they got clean away.

Reported the bike at a convent in Dusseldorf.

Oh, yeah, and they've offered me counselling.

You need it.

Oi. Joe.

Ladies, this is for you. Oh, yes.

Or shouldn't really.

Oh, you can have one.

Anyway, after the 48 hours he's had, he needs a bit of calming.

All right, then. And as for you, my love, what a sight.

Nice.

Not a bad thing.

Retirement.

Retirement, eh?

Retirement. Retirement, eh?

Retirement.

Cheers.

Joe.

Have we got any nuts?

Joe?