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How about going over the details again?

Hey, Nim?

Yeah, can't hurt.

Best be sure.

The fifth time.

Her name's Jean Roberts. She's 32.

Lives alone in a flat. Not many friends.

Her parents live in the country. They never come to town. Too old. She visits

them regular.

Main interest music. She goes to a concert of some kind or other every

week.

She's had three men friends.

Three? Two?

Yeah, that's right. Two.

First one wasn't anything, second she fell for in a big way.

Promised to marry her, she lived with him, then he let her down.

She's never got over it.

It's made her shy with men, reserved, sort of inferiority complex.

That's fine, Johnny.

Great. Hey, Nim.

Yeah? How do you get hold of all this stuff?

Caretaker, char, all kinds of people.

You've got to know how to get information.

Clark is his middle name.

Might as well be.

I've been casing her all my life. The only trade I know.

Hey, better be off.

She'll be right on time. Regular as clockwork, she is.

That's her, Johnny.

Get going, kid.

Excuse me, is this Italian?

Oh, no, sir.

White coffee, please.

I think someone ought to start an anti-coffee bar campaign, don't you?

I mean, the food's all right, but they don't give you enough space to eat it

in, do they?

No, I suppose they don't.

That says you'll get out as soon as you've finished.

Thanks.

I haven't quite finished with that yet.

See what I mean?

They can't wait to get rid of you.

How was he, kid?

Okay. Good.

Don't forget the music, Johnny. It'll pay off.

She's nuts about music.

Yeah, go to one of these record shops and get yourself ginned up. Yeah,

classical music, mind. You don't have to know much. Just make a show of being

interested. Yeah, okay.

Right. I'll show you where she works and then we'll drive you back to your place.

Hold it, hold it. Oh, now what? Now what, she says. Do you know what this

place is?

I should.

Well, in case you've forgotten, it's a high-class striptease club.

A place where tired businessmen come to relax and forget their worries.

You're supposed to entertain them.

So what?

So what?

So give.

They want to see something.

Little bit of the old come on. Let's try again and give it a bit of zip.

Two gents asking for you. Oh, yes.

Take over, Ted. I'll be back in a minute.

Okay. All right, Dolores. Try again and make it good.

Ready, Dolores?

One, two, three.

Hi, Nemo. Hi, Amara. How's the girl? Fine. Front of mine, Harry Garland. Hi.

Any friend of Nemo's is always welcome.

Come on in and sit down.

Make yourselves at home.

Let's do it again. Don't mind us. We've got a rehearsal up.

We've got a couple of friends joining us. They'll ask for Harry here.

Okay, dear.

What do you think of the kid, then?

Who, Johnny? Who else?

Oh, he's a nice boy.

You'll never find one half as good, however hard you tried.

Honest as the day is long.

Oh, he looks it.

That's my only worry.

That he don't only look it, but is.

Now, listen, then. You know what the kids are like down my way. They're

always on the neck. Johnny was the same.

Lead pipe out of empty houses, canned stuff out of the back of lorries. To

look at him, you'd think the butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Isn't that why I picked him?

That and his clean record.

Well, he's your brother-in-law, Harry.

Everything depends on him now. This job means as much to me as it does to you.

Your friends are here.

Oh, thanks, dear.

Hey, Kate. Hey, Danny.

Hello, Harry boy.

How's it going?

Oh, not so bad. Sit down.

Friend of mine.

Nemo, Kate, Danny.

Hi. Hi.

What's the pitch?

500,000 smackers worth of ice, that's all.

500,000 pounds worth of sparks.

Cut, polished, ready to go, but unset.

Where are you going to salvage them?

Black called Bamont, the jeweller.

Oh, no, no, no.

Not our sort of job, really.

Bit out of our class.

That's where you're wrong.

Unless this job's a walkover, it's not on.

I always wanted to be in the big time. Let's have it.

It's like this.

Bamont's a small firm.

But top bracket, Beaumont himself is considered one of the finest designers

and jewelers in the world.

He's got this order for a matching set.

Tiara, necklace, earrings, bracelets, rings, the lot.

All perfect stones.

It's taken him about six months to get them together.

Now he's given them to four different lapidaries. Four different what?

Lapidaries, you ignorant clot.

Diamond cutters, polishers.

Like I said.

He's given them to four different lapidaries, all in the same area, to cut

and polish.

When they're finished, a van with one guard will call on each lapidary to

collect.

We jump it after the last call.

Before you say any more, where does your friend here fit in?

Never. He fingered the job.

Anyhow, on the day, it'll be forehanded.

You done much of this kind of work, Dad?

Now, where was I?

He was talking about me.

Nemo's done more big jobs than you and me. He's had hot dinners.

I cased it myself.

A tip coming from the inside.

Cost a packet, too.

But it's dead right.

Nemo's old mob turned it down. They couldn't see it. They said it couldn't

be done. That's how I come into it.

Here's how it goes.

This barman's no monk.

For the last couple of weeks, his van's been calling at the lapidaries every

morning. Seven days a week.

Sundays included.

That's how the stones were delivered.

They'll be picked up the same way, on one of these regular trips.

Only Bowman and his secretary know when that's going to be.

Not even the driver or the guard will know which run is the real thing.

Who says the stuff's not been collected already?

Me. That's for sure.

It won't move for quite some time yet.

And when it does, I've got a friend that'll tip me off.

Where are you going to find a buyer for that much stuff?

I've got one already.

Friend of Nimmo's. A big operator.

He'll give us a hundred thousand.

A hundred thousand split four ways is okay with me, but... It looks too dicey.

Five ways, Kegs.

There's another bloke in this.

You'll not be meeting him.

What does Mr. Fitzgerald do, the mystery man?

He's the key.

He'll tip me off when the stuff's going to move.

Sounds okay to me, Kegs.

Okay, Harry.

Help me in.

Good.

Now, we've got to be ready to go as soon as I get the word.

Meanwhile, there's some work to be done.

We need some runners.

An old lorry and a good fast car. Now, that's up to you two.

When you've knocked them off, Kiggs, take them up to your place, spray them,

put some plates on.

Then come round to my place and we'll go over the route and choose the best spot

for the job. Okay?

Okay.

I'm just out of interest, Harry.

Who's going to tell the mystery man when the staff's moving?

And what secretary?

Who else?

I don't think this waitress likes us.

Well, they're always very busy at this time of day, aren't they?

You haven't ordered, have you? No.

One white coffee, please, and a black.

Thank you.

What do you do when you're not working?

Do you go to the theatre a lot?

No, I go to concerts mostly.

Classical music?

Yes, I love it.

Symphony's a man.

Do you like that sort of music?

Oh, yes. I don't know much about it, though. I've got a few records at home.

Oh, really? What have you got?

Well, um...

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, the Pastoral.

It's a bit harder.

The Pastoral's the sixth, actually, but it is glorious.

It takes a bit of understanding, though, doesn't it? Oh, not really.

You ought to try and go to a concert and hear it played.

You'd enjoy the record much more then. One white, one black.

Thank you.

What do you do weekends?

I go to the country whenever I can. I love the country.

But lately I've had to work weekends.

What, Sundays too?

Sundays too.

You must manage your babysitting agent.

No, I work for a jeweller.

Look, how would you like to go for a picnic?

Well, I don't know.

I tell you what, tomorrow, instead of going for lunch, let's have a picnic in

the park.

Well... Oh, come on, say yes.

It'll be fun, like going into the country.

Yes, all right, I'd like that.

Well, let's settle there. I'll meet you at the park gate's north entrance, one o

'clock, all right?

Yes, fine, thank you very much. I'll bring the food. Oh, no, let me do

something. Well, I suggest it.

All right.

It's time I was going back to work.

Look, I'll do that. Oh, no, no, no. Please.

See you tomorrow.

Oh, we forgot something.

My name is Jean Roberts.

Mine's Alec.

How do you do?

How do you do?

No sign of Kix's car.

Hello, Ann.

Hello, now.

It's your Uncle Nim.

Hi, Kath.

Hello, Nim.

How's Kath?

Life treating you all right? Up and down, you know.

Any Guinness left, though? I suppose so.

You're the only one what drinks it.

Come on, Nim. There must be a bottle in the house.

Nice day again today, eh, Kath?

Too nice.

Too nice to be stuck in here.

You ought to take her for a run down to the sea, Harry. Her and the kid. Do them

good. Yeah.

Might do that Sunday if it stays fine.

Here, Arnim.

Make yourself at home.

Show me a minute.

Tell her.

You spoiled that kid. Oh, I only did it to get her out of the way.

Look, Kath, that job I told you about, the one that Nimmo put me onto it, it's

moving. Kegs and Danny are coming round later.

Look, it's like I said, it's just the last one.

It's not the first time I heard that.

It's the first time I've ever told you I was going to do a job. I usually find

out when I open the door to a bogey. Oh, I'm telling you this time because win or

lose, this is the last one.

No more little jobs for us, Kath.

This one will set us up.

Could you swear on your child's life it's the last?

Sure, kiddo.

I swear.

Will the boys want something to eat?

Don't bother yourself. They won't be staying long.

I can have my supper later.

I'd better go and keep Nimmo company.

Yeah.

Oh, just in time, eh?

Anyone of them.

That'll be the boys.

Hello, darling.

How's Kat? Not so bad.

Ain't seen so much of you lately.

Well, I've got this lovely little girl. Real cracker she is. Keeps me busy.

Hello, Kat. You're looking well.

That's all the stout she drinks.

Get him?

Sure, no trouble.

What's the lorry like?

Old Austin, real solid job.

Good. And the car?

New man.

Guns like a bomb.

Working on it now. Should be finished by tomorrow night.

Good. Then we're all set to go.

I should be hearing something from our friend soon.

You know, there's something that's been bothering me.

What? This doll, Bowman's secretary.

What makes you so sure she's going to tell your mystery man when the staff's

moving?

I mean, what does he do exactly?

Tell this bird he's skint, and will she be so kind as to tell him when he can

collect 500,000 niggers' worth of stuff?

I mean, what is she, a mug?

And there's another thing.

Suppose she guesses what he's after before we even find out what day it

moves.

The law might cop him, then you, then us, and all we've done so far is to

mooch a car in a lorry.

Or they might even just wait for us to walk into a trap.

Well, you see what I mean, Harry. It's all a bit dicey.

After all, you're asking a lot of this bloke.

You want out?

No, I'm not saying that.

But?

Okay.

I'll tell you why our bloke will get us the tip we want and why no one will ever

trace it back to us.

First, I know him better than I know you, even.

Sorry, Harry, but I promised you could say good night to everyone.

Yeah, sure, of course you can.

Good night, Anne, my love.

Lovely, ain't she?

Wish I were a family man.

Good night, Anne.

By the way, Harry, does she know about the job?

Sure. Why?

Oh, nothing. I thought you looked, you know, surprised as she came in.

Well, she knows about this one.

Now, where was I?

About this bloke?

Oh, yes.

Well, now, he's been seeing a lot of her.

He's got real friendly.

She's already told him a good deal about herself.

When he gets real close, she's bound to say something about this job.

And our bloke will know what to listen for.

What makes you think he'll get that close to her?

He's younger than she is.

She's bound to be flattered.

He's nice and shy-looking.

Nobody I know.

Right. Suppose this bloke finds out when the stuff's going to move and we mooch

it. Like I said, she'll guess it was him that gave us the word.

She might.

She might not.

Won't make no difference.

As soon as he's certain of the date and the time, he'll have a row with her.

She's older than he is and proud and dignified.

If he drops her like that when they've been close to each other, she won't talk

about him to anyone.

Not even the law.

And if she does?

Won't make no difference.

He won't have told her his real name, or where he lives, or anything about

himself.

Besides, he ain't got no record.

Definitely nobody I know.

Satisfied?

Right, then you two work on the lorry and the Merc tomorrow.

And don't forget to black out the rear window of the Merc.

Look, I didn't come up yesterday, you know.

Okay, okay.

The following day, get a self-drive car and call for me here at 9 o'clock.

We'll drive over the route and pick the best place.

All clear?

Yeah.

Happy, Danny? Yeah, sure, Al.

Here.

Haven't I seen this face somewhere? You should have. That's my kid brother,

Johnny. Ah, so it is. My old mate. What's he doing there? He's a freelance

window dresser.

Making good money, too.

Well, he's working. He lives on his own now, but he drops in now and then. Oh,

good old Johnny. Well, come on then, Danny. Let's go.

Yeah.

Well, then.

We're away.

Oh, it was a lovely picnic.

Delicious. All the things I like. I do think you're clever.

Glad you enjoyed it. No, I did. It's the nicest thing I've done for a long time.

What are you doing Saturday?

Oh, well, I work Saturday morning. Well, what about Saturday afternoon?

No, no, I don't think so.

Well, I've got an idea.

I don't know what you'll think of it.

What is it?

Look at that.

Go on, read it.

Saturday matinee concert.

Conductor Alex Kusovsky.

Tchaikovsky, Romeo and Juliet.

Wagner, Siegfried, Idle.

Rossini, The Ladder of Silk.

Beethoven's Sixth Symphony.

Pastoral.

One I've got a record of, remember?

You said I ought to go to a concert and hear it. Yes, that's right, I did. So

you should. You'd enjoy it.

But I don't suppose you'll get a seat.

I've already got one.

Two, in fact.

I hoped you might come with me. Oh, Alex, I'd love to.

But, um... Oh, come on, be nice, say yes.

You could explain everything to me.

All right, I'd love to.

Thank you very much for the opportunity.

Oh, you're sweet.

Well, I'd better be getting back.

I'll help you pack up.

Hi, kid.

Hello, Harry.

Everything all right?

How did the picnic go?

Oh, okay.

Nothing new.

No, I'm taking her to a concert on Saturday. Good.

Look, Harry, I've been thinking.

How about you need me on this job? Oh, about as bad as you need the dough, kid.

It'll take us months to find someone else we can trust, someone without a

record. We haven't got the time, you know that?

What's on your mind, kid?

I don't know.

I don't like it. Look, son, I didn't ask you to do this just for me.

It's for Kath and the kid.

You and Kath have done a lot for me, I know that.

Even if she is my sister.

That was nothing. You could still be living with us if you wanted to.

Yeah, if it wasn't for the look on Kath's face every time there's a knock

at the door.

I told you before, this is my last job.

That's what you said the first time it went up.

The day you came up, we had a party, remember?

While Kath was in the kitchen cutting sandwiches, thinking how honest you was

gonna be, you were busy in the next room chatting some villain about that Swiss

watch Fiddley was onto. Well, maybe I was. But this is my last job.

Win, lose or draw, this is it.

Harry. I'm not gonna need to do another one. This'll set me up for life.

And it'll be the making of you too, kid, if we get this one in the bag. You can

do what you like. You can go abroad, live somewhere posh, get yourself a car,

the lot.

Besides, you've got the soft end.

You don't have to take no risks.

Maybe.

I don't like it, that's all.

This girl, she's a decent girl.

Look, Harry, I want out.

So that's it.

Well, you can't, see?

You'd be in a pretty nasty position if someone tipped off the law about that

Vauxhall job, eh?

You wouldn't have. Not me, no.

But I've got some pretty hard men with me.

You gave your word, Johnny, they won't like it if you back out now.

Take Kegs, for example.

A good man and a good pal.

But I'd hate to be the bloke that let him down.

Kegs can be real nasty.

Now, come on, kid.

Everything will be okay. It's a piece of cake.

When did you say you were taking her to the concert?

Saturday?

I'll see you here Sunday morning, then.

Supposing I can't get the info? Supposing she won't open up? She will if

you play it right, kid. And you'd better, or it might be real nasty for

you.

See you Sunday morning, as arranged.

Okay?

Okay.

See you Sunday, then.

That's it.

Four calls and they're finished.

Drive on, Kegs. Pull up somewhere quiet.

Well, look.

Here's Leopard Street.

Here's Boyer's Lane crossing.

The van makes its course.

On its way back, it comes along Carlisle Street and turns down Leopard Street

here. We take it.

Just here before it gets to Boyer's Lane.

Now, Kegs, you're in the lorry about here.

Danny, you and me has a nice quiet chat about here.

Nemo, you've got the Merc with the engine running already here.

As soon as the van shows up, I'll give the signal.

Kegs, you pull the lorry out of here and block the road.

Danny and I dive in.

The whole thing should be over in a second.

Seems all right.

Let's drive around it again.

Yeah. Okay.

Let's do it.

Come on.

Right, this is it.

As soon as the van shows up, we block the road across before it gets to the

lane.

Everyone satisfied?

Quite, yeah.

Good, then we're all set.

All we've got to do is to wait for my pal to give us the word.

See you Saturday night in the pub.

Okay? Yeah, sure, that's fine.

Take her away, Keggs, but drop me and Nemo at the top of Carlisle Street.

We've got a bit of business.

Over here, quick.

What's that, then?

That crate.

The Yankee job.

That's Big George's car.

So? He turned this job down, didn't he? Yeah, that's for sure.

Said it wasn't wrong, especially with the law watching the way it does.

Well, if he's not interested in the job, why the flap?

Unless he's interested in you, Lim.

No, he's got nothing against me.

Dropped me because he reckoned I was too old.

That's all.

I don't think he'd fancy the idea of me passing the tip on to you.

Yeah, maybe he wouldn't.

Could be he's got ideas again.

Could be.

But he won't get the info.

We will.

Look, we'd better not take any more chances.

Then let's be seen together.

He was coming down to the pub on Saturday, eh? Yes.

Well, don't.

I'll tell the boys something.

Okay, anything to say, Daddy?

Well, we're split up now, but keep in touch.

And him, it'll take more than Big George to stop me now.

See you.

I'm, uh...

What are you going to have? Oh, tomato juice, please.

No, really, go on. No, honestly, just the tomato juice.

That'll be one tomato juice and one gin and lime, please.

Well, what's the verdict?

The concert, I mean. Did you enjoy it? Oh, yes.

Yes, I think so.

I enjoyed being with you.

I thought it was glorious.

Yes, it was a bit long, though, for a first time.

Thank you. Thanks.

Gina... How'd you like to go to the country tomorrow for lunch?

Oh, Alec, I'd love to, but I have to work tomorrow.

But tomorrow's Sunday.

Of course, I remember you told me you have to work Sundays sometimes.

But you can't work every Sunday, not for a jeweller.

No, of course not.

Why this Sunday, then?

Well, it's something that's come up.

We've got to reorganise our filing system.

As a matter of fact, I've worked for the last three Sundays in succession.

Then for a few hours.

That's pity.

Papers reckon it'll be a real fine day tomorrow.

Perhaps next Sunday.

Maybe I won't have to go in then.

Have another, something a bit stronger this time. No, really, thank you.

Me too.

As a matter of fact, what I'm dying for is a cup of tea.

Oh, yes, that would be nice.

There'll be queues everywhere at this time.

Alec, we could... Well,

I live just across the park.

We could go and have tea in my place, if you like.

That sounds wonderful.

Come on.

What are we waiting for?

I visit them fairly often, but I wouldn't like to live there.

Can't get lonely in a big city.

But there's always something to do. There's always a play or a concert or

something. But it can get lonely even with thousands of people around.

Yes. Yes, it can.

I'll help you wash up.

Oh, don't be silly. I wouldn't dream of it. You can put another record on for

me.

Hello, John.

You can steal anything you like except him.

He's very dear to me.

Saw you looking at everything.

What do you think of my little home?

Are my parents and brother still alive?

Just after the war.

We lived in a room half the size of this one.

All of us. In one room.

Things aren't so bad now.

Perhaps not.

Not for me.

He's got a funny face, that bear.

Isn't he? He's a lovely face.

You just say that because you love him.

Well.

Still Joe gave me that for eyeing his girl.

30 year ago.

I knew him. Knew him well. All right, villain.

Mind you, Myra, you got a booting for it from my lot.

Yet the following week he was buying me a drink.

Different class of people about nowadays.

Certainly see it in this place.

All the top mobs used to come here.

I've seen five of us going across this bar like confetti.

Got a riff-raff in here now.

It's strange.

Since I met you, it's been like... Like what?

Like a dream.

Jean.

Couldn't you give work a miss?

Just for tomorrow?

Only I could.

But I can't.

Really.

I suppose we can meet in the afternoon, then.

Yes.

Yes, of course. I shall be finished by 11.

It seems worth going in at all.

You said you didn't have to start until 10 o'clock.

But I have to.

Why?

Mr. Bowman, my boss, will be there.

Couldn't you ring him in the morning, say you're not well?

I couldn't do that.

Could I?

You don't really want to go out with me, do you?

But I do.

Of course I do.

But I must be there. Well, if it's just a matter of being there. It's not.

I mean, there's the filing to do. Well, that's only paperwork, isn't it?

Oh, darling, please try and understand.

Understand? Understand what?

You're talking to me as if I'm dim or something. Oh, you're sure you don't

think that? Look, let's not kid ourselves. It's obvious, isn't it?

I mean, look at this place.

It's a palace to what I've been used to.

You know, me, we're from different worlds.

I know you don't exactly look down on me or anything like that, but you don't

expect me to understand anything, music, anything.

Please. That's okay, fair enough.

I enjoyed the concert, believe it or not. I got something out of it.

So we'll let it go at that.

Alec, this is childish.

All right, I'll tell you why. No, don't.

Don't tell me anything.

Nice girl, Lily. Yeah, I wonder how long she'll put up with Nature Boy.

He's well away.

His face goes blood red every time he's had a few.

Pipe down, Val.

It's hot in here.

Here he comes.

Come on, then, you two. Give the girls a dance.

Sit down, Danny, and have another Guinness. You'll run Lily into the

ground. Come on, Cat.

Lily's shoes are pinching. For Lily's sake, I'll do it.

Now, don't be like that, darling. Don't you love me anymore?

Come on, Cates.

Give me a hand with this round.

Three Guinness, one whiskey, one gin, one port, please.

Are you and Val likely to make a go of it sometime?

Maybe.

Depends on you know what.

Then you've got it made.

Yeah.

When are you seeing this pep again?

Tomorrow morning.

Think you'll come through with her? How's your father?

Yeah, well, if anybody can.

even if he can, will he?

I mean, you said yourself, he's got a clean sheet, he's got everything to

lose. He's even been seen with this bird. Look, Kegs, I told you, I know

this boy like he was my own son.

He's like the rest of us.

He wants the guilt.

Jean.

Oh, Jean.

Oh, Alex. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's all right.

It's all right now.

I dare say you got a bit put away, Myra.

I'm sure.

I'm not found me. Stay when I need it.

But you're all right, too, eh?

More or less.

It's just coming to the boil, as you might say.

Good for you.

Well, since I left Big George...

Things ain't been too easy for me, you know. Well, after all, name, you're not

getting any younger.

No, it's not that.

I know my stuff.

I shan't want.

Yes, the ticket.

No, it's like you say.

Different crowd around.

Not like the old days.

Not long after this.

Hello, boys.

How's Big George?

It's a real cloudburst.

It's dried up now, though.

Hold the line, please.

Someone all out of breath.

Called Alec. Oh, him.

Fine time to ring up about business.

Hello, Harry.

Listen, this is a ratty fine time to ring up. I've got a kid asleep in the

next room.

What?

Today?

But it's Sunday.

You sure?

That was Johnny's voice.

We're in, Kath. It's today.

Did Johnny find out for you? He did it. I knew he would.

Hey! This is my brother.

What might have you got to ruin his life, same as you've done mine? Don't be

a fool, Kath. He never was in any danger. You don't think I'd let him take

any risk, do you?

He's like my own son.

Son?

You'd raise up a son in a business like this?

Thank God I never had one.

I'm going to stop Johnny.

Find somebody else to do your dirty work, do you understand?

Yeah, wasting your time. All he had to do was to give me the tip. Now he's gone

off home to bed.

Oh, come on, Cat.

The job's today, this morning.

I've got to go and warn the others and shut up.

Hello, Val.

Dead urgent.

Harry, if anything happens to Johnny... Look, his job's done, Kath. It's

finished.

Kegs?

Yeah, get Danny and get over here as soon as you can.

And I'll tell you all about it when you get here.

Okay?

I've got to get dressed and go out. I've got to dig Nemo out.

What shall we do this afternoon?

I don't mind.

You can come here to lunch, if you like.

Oh, yeah, that'd be nice.

And there's a concert in the afternoon.

For Pete's sake, no, not another concert. Don't you ever think of

anything but concerts? All right.

I thought you were interested in music.

It's not the music, it's... What is it, Eric?

Well, if you must know, it's you.

Me?

What do you mean?

I just don't feel right being seen around with you when there's other

people about, that's all.

It's the way you natter all the time.

Sounds as if you're trying to educate me or something.

Alec, you're being very silly and not very kind.

Well, it's true, isn't it? What about those people sitting in front of us at

the concert yesterday?

I didn't even notice them.

Oh, no, you wouldn't. Every time the music stopped, you were too busy talking

away in that posh voice of yours. But I did.

I'm sure they weren't taking any notice of us.

Oh, no, I saw the schneid looks we were getting, even if you didn't.

Must have thought you were slumming or something.

Whispering away to each other.

I can see him trying to work it out.

Ali, please.

I must have thought you were keeping me or something.

I shouldn't have listened anymore. I think I'd better go now.

Johnny?

Who is it?

It's me, Harry.

Can I see you for a minute, kid?

Yeah.

Marvellous job you did on that dame. Real professional.

I thought I wasn't supposed to see you till after you'd sold the stuff.

A spot of trouble. I'll give it to you straight, Johnny.

Nimmo's been put away.

The police?

How? Some mobster called Big George.

A couple of his jobs gave Mimmo a going over and took him away somewhere.

Probably a bit of the old boy's past catching up with him.

Anyway, all he had to do was to sit in the car and keep the engine running.

No risks.

Kegs takes over when we've got the stuff.

So?

Well, I'll be honest with you, Johnny.

Trying to find somebody we can trust in a matter of hours is hopeless.

How are you going to manage, then?

Well, we'll just have to do the job three-handed.

Unless you care to help out?

Me? Oh, look, I know you've done your whack, kid, but the fact is we're

desperate.

Oh, come on, there's nothing to it. All you've got to do is to sit there and

look respectable. Your tip makes the whole thing a walkover.

Look, we can't just leave the car there empty and risk coming back and finding a

copper draped all over it when we've got the stuff. No, can we?

Oh, come on, kid.

Our boy's expected of you.

You wouldn't want them to turn awkward, would you?

Harry, I'll do it.

But not because I'm scared of the boys, see?

It's because I... Will?

I'll be... doing nothing.

Look, one condition, though. What? No rough stuff, no guns, okay?

Oh, you know me, kid. That stuff's strictly for amateurs.

Now, look, the plan's dead simple, see?

45 minutes is now an hour.

Well, didn't she say anything to you?

Only that he was going to get Nimmo.

Do you reckon it's about what we think? Well, what else?

Perhaps the mystery man's heard something.

Must be tomorrow or Tuesday.

Bit of breakfast, Danny?

Ta, Kath, but not for me, thanks.

Cakes? No, thanks, Kath.

Had a bit too much last night, though. Here, that's the buddy.

Here, it's them.

Nimmo's gone.

Done what?

I looked for him all over.

Last night, three blokes went down to the club, took him out into a back alley

and gave him a going over. Then they shoved him in the back of a car and

drove off. He hasn't been seen since.

Who was it?

Oh, Myra says it might have been Big George's boys, but she can't be certain.

Yeah, sure, but just in case she is, I'm standing down from this one right now.

I see.

Danny? Look, Harry, with this mob, things can get rough.

Big stuff's their line.

Look, what sort of mugs am I hooked up with?

Sure, somebody put the arm on them open.

Look, he's been in this game so long, he must have a thousand enemies. Do me a

favour, Harry. Don't tell me it's a coincidence.

Oh, right.

Suppose it isn't a private matter between Nemo and Big George. Suppose

even the Big George knows as much about the job as you do. How does that help?

Who knows when the flaming stuff is going to move?

You don't.

I do.

What?

When?

Forget it.

I don't want to get you into no danger by telling him.

It won't worry me to know.

You see, Big George is watched so carefully these days, he can't even make

a telephone call without the law knowing about it.

Oh, sure, he can send some blokes down to take care of Nemo.

But if he puts a foot within a mile of Beaumont and the law sees him, he's had

it.

That's why I'm not worried.

Stone me.

A hundred grand on the move.

Okay, okay, fair enough.

But who's going to keep the mark running?

It'll take time to find someone we can trust.

That's all been taken care of, boys.

You see, there isn't much time.

The job's today.

Today? Well, who is it?

The fifth man.

He's in the car outside.

Go on, Danny.

Go out and have a look.

He's an old pal of yours.

I shan't be second.

Here, take this briefcase.

Sure.

Well, bye, Kath. Thanks for the tea.

See you tonight.

We'll have a rare old neezer.

Bye, Kath.

So it was just like all the rest of your promises.

Oh, now, look, Kath, you know how it is. We had to have somebody.

But he's not taking any risks. All he's got to do is to sit there in the car.

He's only doing it for you and for Anne.

Oh, now, listen, Kath, be sensible.

I've got enough on my plate right now.

Sensible?

You've ruined our lives, but I'm not going to let you ruin his.

I'm going to stop them. Oh, no, you don't. Let me go. Listen to me, Kath.

This is my great chance. I'm not going to let you nor anybody else spoil it.

I'm going to be rich. I'm going to have all the things I ever wanted. You?

You've never made a success of anything yet. You never will. Shut up!

All right, then.

There's a good girl.

We're going away for a few days.

Come along.

Hello, Mrs. Garland.

I'm a friend of her husband.

George is the name.

Big George.

That chain, I thought we'd had it.

So much for Nimmo, the cater.

We missed it too, you know.

You all right, Johnny?

What happened?

Van tried to swerve instead of pulling up, hit the lorry. Knocked the two

blokes cold.

Saved us the job.

There they are, the little beauties.

Another couple of hours and they'll be changed into new blue fibers.

Hello, boys.

Thought we'd let him rest his old feet.

Hand over.

The stuff's no good to you now.

I've had a word with your contact who's buying the stuff.

We're evenly matched.

No, Harry, we ain't.

You're a family man.

Look.

Come on, Harry, don't be silly. Hand over.

I'll give you a couple of quid for expenses.

Anne. They took her.

They just walked in and took her.

She's all right, Cass. She's all right. Harry's got her.

She cried, but they didn't care.

They said it'd be all right if I didn't tell the police.

Cass, she's okay. Harry's got her.

Harry.

Oh, thank God.

What happened?

Where is he? Why isn't he here?

The Catholic.

He's on the run. It all went wrong. George's mum was waiting for us.

There was a fight, and Harry grabbed the kid and made off.

But she's all right. Yeah, she's okay. Harry.

It's all right, Kathy. It's all right.

How did he talk you into it?

Listen, Kathy.

We're doing all right. You had a decent job.

Never in trouble with the police.

Now you've messed it all up.

Listen, Kathy, I haven't got much time. The law will be here any minute.

I've got to find Harry and get the kid.

Kathy, do you hear me? We've got to get Anne.

It's all over, Johnny.

We're finished.

Look, where would Harry go?

To the old British Legion hostel on Court Street, probably.

It's a side out.

Court Street, you sure of that?

All right, now, look, pull yourself together.

Look, if the cops arrive, get rid of him somehow. Tell him he's gone up north on

business or something, hey?

And then join me there.

Have you got that?

It's a fag kit.

I'm dying for a smoke.

It's her.

How's Kath?

Oh, it's all right.

I could read you like a book.

I knew you'd go there first.

How's she taking it?

She's taking it pretty bad, Harry.

That's how it goes.

I'm taking the kit back.

Yeah. Yeah, sooner the better.

It's a right mess, isn't it, kid?

Why'd you run out on us, Harry?

I don't know, kid.

I must have just lost my head.

Oh, you know how it is.

You all knew the risks.

And Danny?

Danny?

Oh, that was hard.

That was a real bit of bad luck.

Still, I'll see he gets his share.

If he lives.

Don't be a fool, Harry.

Everything's gone wrong that can go wrong.

Why do you even put your own wife and kid in danger?

No, you're going to shoot your way out. Oh, for fuck's sake!

Look, kid, this is mine now.

I've done more for it than any millionaire.

Big George just stabbed me. He'll be his own boy.

He didn't collect any.

I'm the one that's got the sugar.

What was that?

Hey, maybe outside and have a deco through the windows and see if there's

anything moving.

Your mum's downstairs.

You come with me and I'll show you where she is and how to get to her, all right?

There's a police car at the front and a cat and two bogeys at the back.

It's time we were out of here, kid.

We're not going.

Are you nuts or something?

There's only a few unarmed coppers outside. I can deal with them easy.

We're through, Harry. The game's up.

Look, kid, you don't want to be counting pennies all your life. You're like me.

You're like the big money that's here in this case.

Here. Take this other gun.

You're wrong, Harry. I'm not like you.

Yeah, I wanted money, but I'm not killing anyone for it.

We could get away after dark. We could go to Ireland. I can send for Anne and

Kat. You can have my share for your other gun.

Don't be a mug, kid.

You'll get us both into trouble.

Old Hedgy.

My favorite copper.

It's not worth it, you know, Harry.

It tis to me.

Have you seen one of these men before, miss?

No.

Never.