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Two large bushmills, please, darling.

Do you want another drink?

I'll buy you.

Leave me, will ya?

- What is it? - Get in the car!

All right. All right.

Get in!

- Get in! Inside! - All right.

- Harold will be well pleased. - When is he back?

Today.

Highly confidential.

I need them tomorrow, Jeff for a council meeting.

No sweat. I'll get them photocopied.

And the Americans?

- I'll reckon they're coming. - Good.

About the nosh: on the corporation?

Course, Councilor.

- See you, Jeff. - See you.

Wait a minute!

These are plans. He needs them back by this afternoon.

Good old George.

Everything all right while I was away?

Yeah. The new casino has gone through.

- No problems? - No.

No. Everything's all right.

Did anyone guess where I was?

Alan reckoned a health farm.

One or two rumours about New York.

- But nobody guessed? - No.

Should have left ten minutes ago. I'll be late for church.

- I hate being late for church. - Come on.

There you are.

Bye bye. Have a nice Easter.

God rot your soul.

Oh, Christ, Harold. She's always worst when she's going to church.

Yeah, Mother's got really religious in her old age, hasn't she?

Church three times today. It's Good Friday.

Have a Bloody Mary.

She thinks Paula is an angel and I'm the devil in disguise.

Ah, well, me and Paula have only been divorced ten years,

give her a chance to get used to it.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Have you organized everything?

Yeah, it's coming along.

Charlie should be landing about now.

Here.

Maybe we should have gone to the airport to meet him.

No. Play it cool.

When the governor of Coca-Cola drops in to London

the Queen don't go dashing off to Heathrow, does she?

- The Queen? - Yeah, you know what I mean.

All plated up, right?

You went to school with Princess Anne, played hockey with her, all that.

Lacrosse at Benenden. Hockey's frightfully vulgar.

Yeah, yeah. Plenty of that. The Yanks love snobbery.

They really feel they've arrived in England if the upper classes treat them like shit.

Gives them a sense of history.

- Yeah. - We'd better check how the chef's progressing.

Yeah, that geezer don't half know about grub.

The smells that've been coming up from the galley all morning

have been driving me potty.

You lay off the vodka.

Oi.

- It's going well? - Madam, look at this.

These blue plates with these white plates, it's ridiculous.

That's a right awful ponce.

Well, he's French, ain't he?

It's really splendid.

- We thank you very much. - Thank you.

Very nice.

These French geezers really know their stuff, eh?

That new?

Bought them yesterday. 20 quid a piece.

Yeah, I bet Harold was reluctant to take the labels off, aye?

He broke two of them demonstrating their exquisite delicacy.

He doesn't know his own strength.

Have you sorted out immigration for the Yank?

Yeah. Parky's dealt with that.

Then you may go on and have a drink on deck.

- Hello, are you all right? - Hello, Harold.

Having a good time? Enjoy yourselves.

Councilor Harris. Excuse me. I won't keep him long.

Those plans came in very handy, my son. Much obliged.

- No sweat, Harold. - The license on the casino,

- that go through all right? No problems? - Yes. A slight one.

- What's that? - Councilor Taylor seems to think you're a gangster.

- Leave off. - What's the SP on the American?

Just pump him full of information, everything you've got.

- Instant planning permission, all that sort of chat? - Yeah, plenty of...

The Yanks think we're a cock handed corner shop over here.

- Exude efficiency, right? - Yeah, right.

I'll tell them how quickly my little enterprises are springing up. That should up to you?

Yeah, sure, sure.

Parky. You're not drinking?

Harold, you know I only drink when I'm on duty.

- How's business, you all right? - Yeah, a drizzle of complaints.

A lot of that in your game, eh?

- Hello, Dave. - Hello, Mr. Shand.

Last time I saw you, you had spots.

Thanks very much. Even I notice the copper's are getting younger now.

He's a Detective Sergeant now, Harold.

Is he? Celebration. Come here.

- Champagne, my son. Here's to you. - Thanks very much.

- Nice to see real friends doing well. - Yeah.

- Here's to real friends. - Real friends.

Hi, George.

Jeff. It won't be a minute. I see you in a minute.

Keep your eyes on the boy's behavior, will you?

I don't want any of them acting like delinquents.

No chance, they know it's important.

I told them to put their wedding suits on.

I think you're going to like Charlie.

So what's the plan?

A cocktail here so we can clog the marina, then...

off down the river so they can see the scope of the whole project.

- Terrific. Have you fixed the moorings? - It's all under control.

Oh, another thing.

Harris has got a lot of talking to do this afternoon.

Can you keep him off the booze? Top him off with Perrier water.

Harold. He's here.

You two pipe him aboard and I'll be up, right?

I can't believe you're here.

Yeah. You came from New Jersey, eh?

A boy from Stepney.

Charlie, have some Champagne.

You should be the captain of this boat. Great timing.

Listen, I wanna propose a toast.

- Hands across the ocean, right? - To the future.

To the future here, yeah?

Harold, I don't think you've met Tony, did you, when you were over there?

- Tony who? - Tony Giovacchi, my lawyer.

- Mr. Shand, Tony. - Very nice to meet you.

Charlie, Tony, would you like to come and meet some people now?

- Good. - They're important, but they're nice.

Keep your eye on that Tony.

He never said he was gonna bring anybody.

They always come in twos, like the bailiffs. Means they mean business.

Hi.

Hi.

The Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.

Happy are those who are called to his supper.

Lord, I am not worthy to receive you,

but only say the word and I shall be healed.

Oh my God!

Ladies and gentlemen!

I'm not a politician.

I'm a businessman,

with a sense of history

and I'm also a Londoner.

And today is a clay of great

historical significance for London.

Our country is not an island anymore.

We're a leading European states.

- Yes! - Ancl I believe

that this is the decade in which London will become

Europe's capital.

Having cleared away the out dated

we've got mile after mile, and acre after acre of land

for our future prosperity.

No other city in the world

has got right in its center

such an opportunity for profitable progress.

So it's important that the right people

mastermind the new London.

Proven people, with nerve,

knowledge and expertise.

That, ladies and gentlemen,

is why you are all here today.

All trusted friends.

And why Charlie and Tony are here today,

our American friends,

to endorse the global nature of this venture.

Let's hear it, ladies and gentlemen,

hands across the ocean.

(all) Hands across the ocean.

There used to be 80 or 90 ships in here at one time.

They used to cue up to get in.

All the way from Gallion's Reach right the way down to Tilbury.

Used to be the greatest docks in the world at one time, this.

Things change, Harold, don't get nostalgic.

Look to the future. You realize you're 35 minutes away from Europe?

Great potential.

I live in a new country and I respect the past,

but I always keep my eye on the future.

Don't touch. I'll take care of that.

You've got to go to sleep Charlie, we've got a tight schedule.

I want you to meet my property lawyers. The best.

And then there's an accountant who specializes in gambling tax.

This isn't a horse race. Don't rush me Harold.

- Then there's someone you have got to meet. - Harold, I said, don't rush me.

I hate tight schedules.

I get everything covered that I have to cover,

but in my own time.

We're just docking now, it'll be nice and quiet if you want to sleep.

Come on, Harold.

Let's leave Charlie alone for a while.

Bad luck putting a hat on the bed.

Relax.

He'll be all right.

Yeah, poor old sod is tired.

Look out for the boys in blue.

Yeah?

Yeah.

What?

Right.

This is

diabolical liberty.

What is it?

Blown up.

He's dead.

Eric is dead. Car bomb.

What?

Mother's all right. Suffering from shock. She's in the London hospital.

I don't understand.

You'd need a million dollar computer to understand this!

Who would do such a thing? It's outrageous!

Outside a church.

You don't crucifying people outside a church on Good Friday.

- What's the matter, Harold? - Eric's been blown up.

- A bomb? - Yeah, in the Rolls.

- I don't believe it. When? - Just now.

Mother's in hospital, suffering from shock. I'm not surprised.

She went to church to say her prayers, not to get blown up.

But why?

Someone tried to discredit you in front of...

The Yanks?

No,no,no. Nobody knew, did they?

- Now they mustn't find out. - No, they're sleeping.

Right, I want everybody in the corporation working on this

fast, right? And I want Colin here.

Where is he? He should have been here. Where is he?

- He went swimming. - Swimming?

He should have been here. I want everybody working. Jeff, get on the blower.

Razors, you round them all up, and you get them moving, fast.

Keep them on their toes. I want this settled. Tonight.

And you better see your mother.

Yeah.

Listen, if anyone hears anything, anything at all,

I'll be at the Mayfair Casino, right?

It's the work of a maniac.

I'll have his carcass dripping blood by midnight.

More bad news.

- Colin. - Colin?

Yeah. Dead.

I did my National Service with Colin.

We did six months in the glass house together.

Two kids of 18. Six months.

They put us right through it, the bastards.

Salisbury Plain maneuvers.

Used to have to hump this bleeding great wireless about.

One winter,

snows, blizzards,

freezing the bollocks off the ponies.

I got lost.

In them clays you stayed lost, until they nicked you for being AWOL.

And Colin, on a 24 hour pass,

he came out looking for me on his own.

It was lucky he found me. I would have froze to death.

Yeah.

Colin never hurt a fly.

Well, only when it was necessary.

He was always clean, wasn't he?

Wasn't anything malicious about Colin.

- Why slice him up? - Mind my grief?

Sorry, H.

Me...

Me and Colin was very close.

I've known him since we was at school.

What's going on?

They try and blow up me mum, wipe out me best mate.

What are they trying to do?

Put the frighteners on me? Wind me up, what?

Harold.

To keep it all incognito, they're gonna collect the body in an ice cream van.

There's a lot of dignity in that, isn't there? Going out like a raspberry ripple.

They're gonna store the body in the freezer down the abattoir.

All right, granddad.

Thanks for the call.

- Anyone see anything? - Not what happened.

The pool attendant found him but I told her it was a hemorrhage.

- Good lad. - Better close the baths, Harold.

No, open up, let them enjoy the holiday.

If you hear anything, anything at all, you give me a bell, all right?

Come on.

- Oh, thank Christ you're here. - Any news?

- No. - Colin's murdered.

- Colin's what? - Dead.

- Where? - In the swimming pool.

- Drowned? - Don't be stupid, he did life saving.

What's it all mean? A bomb in here and...

- A what? - There's a bomb in the casino.

- You'd better show us. - Yeah.

I wonder how it got disconnected.

Well, the wire must have come loose when Lil opened it.

Yeah. A stroke of luck though, wasn't it?

Last night,

were there any peculiarities?

The usual crowd, the regular punters, nothing really.

What, no strangers?

A few Arabs,

it was a good night, nothing unusual.

Nothing unusual, he says?

Eric's been blown to smithereens,

Colin's been carved out and I've got a bomb in me casino!

- And you say nothing unusual? - Well, you know what I mean, Harold.

Parky, meet him King George V dock, now.

He's put out a story the bomb in the car was a gas leak.

- Buy us some time. - Nice one. Come here.

There was nothing unusual when I was in New York, was there?

- No, nothing at all. - Nothing alien?

No.

How much did we pay Parky last year? 20 grand?

- More. - Right.

He can start earning his bloody money.

Who's having a go at me?

Can you think of anybody who might have an old score to settle or something?

Who's big enough to take you on?

Well, there was a few.

Like who?

Yeah,

they're all dead.

Go on.

Let's walk.

We can't have bombs going off, Harold. We can't have corpses.

I had to stick my neck right out to keep this out of the forensic blokes' hands.

- Did you come up with anything? - Nothing, I thought you were gonna tell me.

- What? No whispers? - Not a thing.

Look at this place.

You know I once caught the pox off some Indonesian bird here?

I was just a bobby on the beat, then.

So this is where you're gonna build the 1988 Olympic Stadium.

Can you imagine nig-nogs doing the long jump along these quays?

Stick a rocket up their arsehole, they'll jump all right.

I want action on this, Parky.

Well, the Yanks are clean, we checked them out.

You got to go down to a third division messenger

to even come up with a sniff of villainy with that lot.

What about Tottenham?

He can't even nick car batteries without getting electrocuted.

- Some of the Clancy mob are out. - Nah.

This is too accomplished for them.

- Besides, no one's had their teeth pulled out. - Yeah.

The spades?

Would they overlap?

I've never dealt in narcotics.

How do I know? I don't know what they're after, do I?

I'll check it out.

- I'm sorry about Colin. - Yeah.

I'll put him on the missing persons list, that should hold it off for a while.

It's just as well, the commissioner will be poking around.

Well, stall him.

We should have this sorted out by this afternoon, I'm hoping.

We're looking forward to this deal of yours, Harold, with the Yanks.

The legitimization of your corporation.

I don't like fuss. Calm exteriors.

For ten years there's been no aggro, and it's all been down to you, Harold.

You've had it under control. Now do yourself a favor.

Get this lot under control before the heavy mob is on you like a ton of horse shit.

Here. Give us that case.

Here, get that checked out, will you?

- What is it? - It's the bomb from the casino.

- You riding around with a bleedin' bomb? - It's all right, it's been disconnected.

- I'll get the bomb people to have a look at it. - No, Parky, get it checked out privately, right?

- Cheers. - Cheers.

I want the name of your top grass.

No way, Harold.

- I can get more out of him than you can. - That's true.

You do realize, how much this deal is going to be worth in 1988, do you?

Billions.

I'll cut you in for a percentage. Now name me your grass.

- He trusts me, Harold. - I trust you.

I've known him a lot of years.

Then you should remember his name, shouldn't you?

- If I give it to you... - No "ifs", Parky.

A Percentage?

- Erroll. - Erroll the Ponce from Brixton?

Yeah.

Can't trust nobody. Did you hear all that?

- Yeah. - Brixton. Come on.

Oi.

Which one's Erroll's house?

Never heard of him, mate.

Razors, a little bit of respect here, I think.

Fucking hell!

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

I don't like people looking up my nose when I'm talking to them.

He could have killed me.

The way things have been going today, I'll probably got you a cut price funeral.

Now Erroll's house. Which one is it?

Number 33.

Used to be a nice street, this. Decent families.

No scum.

Beauty and the beast.

- Blow his head off. - Hey.

Are you in training or are you doing this for pleasure?

We had a party last night.

Booze, bins and pox.

Harold, get him to get that metal out of my ear 'ole.

No, I'm disgusted.

Shoot him. Let's put some muck on the ceiling.

Please! What do you want?

You seen anything of my Eric flying past your window about two hours ago?

What are you talking about?

You're coming downstairs, you. Down to the kitchen for some verbals with you.

Put some deodorant on.

I'm heavily into personal protection.

Filth.

Is there no decency in this disgusting world?

Here. While he's with us, give yourself another prick.

Tell him what your name is.

Razors.

Otherwise known as Clapham Junction.

Or as the youth of today call him: The Human Spirograph.

65 inches of stitching.

Now you're going to feel what it's like, boy.

He was a very popular fellow.

Harold, what do you want?

Well,

I have it from a very reliable source that you know what's what.

And you have ears and I wanna know what you've heard.

Look, am I supposed to know something?

Razors.

- What do you know about Colin? - What about Colin?

I don't know nothing about Colin! Look, Harold, I've been here all night.

Look, what's up?

Someone's been playing Guy Fawkes with my Rolls

and a touch of Jaws in the Lido, that's what's up, mate.

- What about Eric? - Eric?

You heard.

Well, he doesn't like Colin.

I mean, queers get right up his hooter, you know.

After what happened this morning you'd have to find his hooter to get up it.

Is something up with him then?

Well, let's put it this way.

Apart from his arsehole being about 50 yards away from his brains,

and the choir boys playing hunt the thimble for the rest of him, he ain't too happy!

- Well, I haven't heard anything. - Then use your scarce ears.

Listen, Erroll. The only decent grass is the grass that grasses to me, right?

Harold, if I knew something...

Colin's been stabbed!

Well, his boyfriend used to come here to score,

but he never said nothing so I know nothing.

I mean, a lot of people come here to score but

- we sell very good shit. - What, like you?

- Who's got it in for me? - I don't know.

Cut him.

I still can't hear anything.

I don't fucking know!

- Minded your car, mister. - You should've asked for the money first.

I could've sliced the tires.

Here you are.

Go and get drunk.

- Little acorns. - Eh?

- From little acorns grow. - Exactly.

That's how I started.

- Didn't we all? - Not Jeff.

Busy getting himself an education, weren't you?

A different generation. That's all.

Billiard Halls was my game.

You remember old Sammy? Sammy?

I tore up two of his tables in a week. He used to pay me not to play.

What do you think?

Look, you told the Yanks you control it here.

If they're sticking, how many million here?

Perhaps they want to test if you do control it.

No, no, it's way off their mark. Leave off.

Well, they might check books and finances,

but they're not gonna start wiping off me firm, are they?

They don't want anarchy.

These people deserve something better than this.

Not dog shit on the doorstep.

So nothing?

Not a word. No one's heard.

No one's heard nothing? That's just ain't natural.

It's like one of them silent, deadly farts.

No clues, and then pow, you go cross-eyed.

We've asked all the usual.

Maybe it's about time you ask the unusual.

Like who? All the chaps are out asking, H.

What, you've given up?

- Where are they? - Down at the casino.

Well, get them off their arses and make them start again, right?

Go on, what are you waiting for?

All right.

Have you heard from Parky?

Not yet.

Eugene will phone the minute he checks in.

- Razors is back with the car. - Eh?

Dinner at the pub.

Oh, Christ.

You've got to entertain them a bit, haven't you?

- You refreshed? - You bet, I'm ready for your tightest schedule.

No. Like you said, Charlie, it's not a horse race. Relax.

Sorry to hear the news, Harold.

Victoria was just telling us about it.

Yes, well, she hasn't been well for a long time, has she, Harold?

- Poor mother. - Don't worry.

She'll be all right. She's a fire, you know.

Well, I had to spend some time with her, you understand.

- That's nice. - Well, shall we go? Dinner?

It's my favorite pub, Charlie. You're gonna love it, I tell you.

I bought this pub about two years ago, Charlie.

Stop the breweries turning it into a slum.

It's got real old London character, you'll love it.

- Nice. - I'll take the Councilor in the Merc.

Oh, God help me, have you seen him drive?

Always walk, sunshine.

- Let me out! - Charlie! Stay back! Stay back!

It might still be dangerous, stay back!

- Are you all right, Pete? - I'm all right, H.

- What about your customers? - I don't know, I think they're alright.

It blew upstairs, there was no one up there.

Jesus.

If we'd been five minutes earlier...

Yeah.

What the hell's going on?

- Get them in there, Jeff. It's a lot safer. - Yeah. All right.

- What is it? What is it? - You go and help Pete, right?

Occupy them.

Anything that's necessary. Just buy me some time, right?

- Yeah. I'll take them to Justine's. - Terrific.

- Get Razors to book a table. - Yeah.

- It was the gas! - Gas?

This natural gas causes dangerous leaks sometimes.

Harold wants us to go onto a restaurant, while he's dealing with it.

He'll join us later. Jeff, stay with Harold, will you? I'll drive.

I thought that French cook was taking a lot of trouble. This is ridiculous.

- How did it get in here in the first place? - Ah, leave off, H.

You know how many people come here in the night.

Nobody spotted nothing? Nothing at all?

Nothing happened tonight, mate.

Mind you a couple of days ago two guys came up, they wanted protection.

I thought they were comedians. They had big hats, sunglasses.

I thought the agency had sent them down for cabaret.

Protection? Out of my boozer?

They actually made threats?

Well, yeah. I told them to piss off, I took no notice of them.

- Much obliged. - I'm sorry mate, you know...

I didn't want to worry you, sorry.

Razors, come here.

Get on the trumpet. I want all the corporation

at the Mayfair Casino in half an hour.

Right? And I want them all there!

I don't want any excuses. I'm gonna nail these bastards, right?

- You don't know who they are, H. - Well, we're gonna find out, aren't we?

It's getting dark. People get frightened in the dark.

They talk, don't they?

Hello, Parky.

I'm afraid the dinner's got a little bit burnt.

What did these comedians look like?

I don't know, H. I've never seen them before.

They just looked like any other Micks, heavy Micks.

- Micks? - Yeah, you know, Irish.

Quite hard looking Paddies.

I'd never dreamed they'd do this, mate. I'm sorry.

Harold.

Irish, he said. Irish.

This is Special Branch, Harold. It ain't normal villainy.

It's indecently abnormal. That was meant for me.

It's serious.

Listen.

Check out all the Micks in the heavy mob that are working on my manor.

I want names and addresses, right?

Will you listen to what I'm trying to tell you?

- This is very serious. - Oh, leave off.

It's just villains trying to find their way into a few quid.

Harold, we're talking about bombs. Two bleeding bombs.

Did you get that one checked out, by the way?

- Still waiting for the report. - Get a fucking move on.

Harold, if that bomb is Irish,

it's a different game. Now, those boys don't know the rules.

Names and addresses of the Micks, right?

Two or three Micks have been very busy,

covering a lot of ground here since yesterday,

and not one of you lot has turned up with a thing.

It's impossible no one knows nothing.

Someone, somewhere knows, right?

And we're gonna find him.

I want a top catcher from every manor,

and I don't want no punters, this is personal.

I want the man who knows.

Right.

Who fancies what?

Well, me and Chris will take Soho. We're gonna see Maltese Charlie,

a couple of drinks and he'll talk.

Use that, it's cheaper. Oh, remember the license is in the post.

Well, I only use it to get the pigeons off the caravan roof, don't I?

H 6Y1

I don't want none of you playing Roy Rogers with is lot, right?

Soon as you've finished with them, you give them back to Razors.

How about the Finsbury Park Hillbillies?

I like the singsong but who do you fancy for a lullaby?

Well, Chopper's in the boob.

Harry and Pinchers?

- Both of them? - Why not?

They're like Siamese Twins them two.

Pick them up together, then split them apart.

We'd interfere with their telepathy, right?

Has anybody seen the Major lately?

I've heard he's a sick man. Bedridden.

Oh, it'll make a nice change for him, a night out, eh?

Right. Arm up and get going.

And use the butcher's truck, right?

And me and Razors will take the trip to the Elephant and Castle.

- Where do we meet? - Two hours from now at the abattoir.

And remember, scare the shit out of them but don't damage them.

I want them conscious and talkative.

And lads,

try and be discrete, eh?

I think we'd employ your talents better if you went to help Victoria with the Yanks.

- Are you sure? - Oh yeah.

Do you reckon

Colin was jealous of you?

Come again?

Well, I was trying to ease him out,

you know how potty he could go.

So?

Well, is Colin the reason for all this?

You know how bitchy queers get when their looks start fading.

I don't know. He wasn't my type.

How do you stay so cool?

I'm on the winning side.

Yeah.

- Help Vicky out, right? - Yeah.

But I want you at the abattoir by midnight.

- Right? - All right.

I didn't know Mr. Shand wanted this table tonight.

Well, there was a change of plan.

You can say that again.

Would you care for a drink before you order?

Charlie?

Yeah, bourbon on the rocks.

- I'll have the same, please. - Screwdriver, lots of vodka.

San Pellegrino for me, please.

I think we should skip the flambé cooking, considering the gas situation in London.

That sort of thing doesn't happen twice in one day.

You should level with us.

We're not just a pair of jerks out of college, you know.

No, absolutely not.

Two bombs. That affects everyone.

Let's order, shall we?

Soup du jour and chef's special.

I'll have my usual.

No soup, hors d'oeuvres and the special.

I'll have the same.

50, Charlie,

- how did you know about the bombs? - It's our business to know these things.

Ancl Ricardo, a bottle of champagne, very cold.

Harold has got bad problems, eh?

But he's dealing with them right now.

He's been dealing with them all clay.

He's very thorough.

I like your loyalty.

I'm being frank.

Victoria, unless you tell us what Harold's bad problems are

and how he's dealing with them,

I'm gonna tell you what we're gonna do.

Tony and me we're gonna leave the table,

we're gonna check out of the Savoy,

and grab the first plane home.

There will be no deal.

It's not a good idea to bullshit us, Victoria.

Cheers.

Well?

A car was blown up.

Then a bomb was found at the Mayfair Casino. It hadn't detonated.

One of our men was found dead in a swimming pool.

Yeah, he was stabbed.

I'm giving Charlie all the essential details.

Well, I think that is an essential detail.

Auto, casino, a stabbing, a bar blown up.

- What is this? A gang war? - No.

- No question. - Then what?

Isn't it obvious, Charlie?

This deal is very big, someone is envious.

Harold and I have no doubt that by tomorrow the problem will be settled.

You sound very confident.

I am.

Tony, you're the lawyer. Tell me what you think.

I think we can afford to give you 24 hours to resolve your problems

before we make a final decision.

Okay, Victoria, I'll give you till tomorrow.

But just one more foul up

- and we 're on our way back home. - That goes without saying.

Nothing personal, Victoria, but business is business.

I understand.

Harold, what are you doing this side of the river? Straying a bit, ain't you?

- How are you doing, Billy? - Scotch?

Sorry to hear about your mother.

That car blew up, didn't it? That's what I heard.

What's up, Harold? You got a spot of bother?

No, no. The music is loud in here, ain't it?

- I'll get him to turn it down a bit. - No, listen, Billy.

I got a little bit of business I wanna drop your way.

- Can we talk in the other bar? - Right.

- Nice one. - Jimmy, bring the drinks round the back.

I heard about this American number, Harold, if there's anything going, put me in.

The thing is, Billy, there's plenty of money for everybody.

I just need the right people.

Well, I'm your man. You know?

Walk to the car, Billy, or I'll blow your spine off.

- It's not a shooter, is it Harold? - Oh, don't be silly, Billy.

Would I come hunting for you with me fingers?

If you're looking for a gilt edged investment, you've come to the right place.

It's all going to happen, with or without Harold.

My hotels are gonna be there.

- Will you get us a cab to the Savoy? - You'll see them.

I'll show you the plans tomorrow. Magnificent!

High in the sky hotels, if you know what I mean.

Something to be proud of.

- Yes, I think it's time to go home. - No, no, come on, Victoria,

Charlie understands. You understand, don't you?

We're two of a kind me and him.

We've had to claw our way out from the gutter.

We're self-made men, right, Charles?

I don't think Mr. Restivo is as familiar with the gutter as you assume.

If you don't watch your fucking step, Councilor, you'll be right back in it.

Come on, Vicky, don't be like that.

I'll tell you what,

we'll have some more brandies at the bar, eh?

I'll tell you all about my plans, Charlie.

- Cool it, man, cool it. - Don't be hostile, Vicky.

- Jeff. - Hello, Jeff.

Charlie, Tony.

- Everything all right? - You tell me.

I've put our American friends in the picture about today, Jeff.

Oh, then you'll understand why Harold couldn't make it.

- It's all under control. - Oh, I'm sure Harold Shand

can find a way out of this one. Meantime, I'm going for a piss.

Stay right where you are, Charles.

- That guy's a loud-mouth. - I don't like drunks.

You trust him?

Harold can handle him.

A city councilor is a very wise investment at the moment.

We'll talk about that tomorrow.

- Good night, Victoria. - Good night.

Good night.

- Good night. Thanks for the dinner. - Good night, Charlie.

Good night.

Oh, Christ, am I pleased to see you.

That bloody Harris is a liability.

Any news?

- No, not yet. - Where are the Yanks gone?

- I've just brought more brandies. - Go home, Harris. Go home.

Don't look down your nose at me, Victoria, it makes you go cross-eyed.

You can't even see that I'm not the real bastard, he is.

Aren't you?

I'll get you a cab home, Councilor.

I'll talk to you later.

Okay,

bastard.

God, I don't think I've ever been so pleased to see anyone in my life.

It's been a hard night.

You did a good job.

Without the help of Councilor Harris.

He fancies you, you know?

Then a lot of people do.

Well, yeah.

It must be my sparkling personality.

I'll see you to your door.

Just in case.

Thanks.

If you miss it, it's unlucky.

It won't move unless you press the button, you know.

It's not moving.

It's temperamental, I'll do it.

I hate lifts.

It gets really claustrophobic in here with a lot of people.

Depends on the people.

I wanna lick every inch of you.

Saved by the bell. Good night.

Bastard'.!

It's a long time since I've been to a funeral.

That's a strange thing.

Did Jeff tell you about the funeral the clay you got back?

Funeral every half hour down the East India Dock Road.

Yeah, a woman got out of the funeral car and gobbed at him.

- Eh? - I didn't see it properly, H.

I didn't crack on.

You're gonna love this here. Come on out.

You're gonna love this.

All right, shut up, all of you!

For more than ten years there's been peace.

Everyone to his own patch.

We've all had it sweet.

I've done every single one of you favors in the past,

I've put money in all your pockets,

I've treated you lot well, even when you was out of order, right?

Well, now there's been an eruption!

It's like fucking Belfast on a bad night.

One of my closest friends is lying out there in the freezer.

And believe me all of you,

nobody goes home until I find out who done it.

- And why. - Harold, believe me,

if I knew, I'd say!

Look, the last thing I want is any trouble.

- Everything's going too well for us. - You lying bastard.

Am I? Look, things have never been so good between South London and the East End.

You bastard!

- Hold it. Calm down, Jeff! - You lying bastard. Of course he knows.

- Alan, get him out of there. - You lying bastard!

- Jeff, leave him off! - You lying bastard!

Hey!

Jeff, you behave yourself!

All right, lads.

It's your decision.

Frostbite or verbals. One of the two, right?

What's the matter with you? That's enough of that.

- You want to kill him? - Leave it, Harold.

Listen.

If you kill him, we've got a gang war on our hands, right?

We already have!

- They're walking all over you. - That's because we ain't got no lead!

Ah.

Parky!

About time! Well?

You've got to drop it, Harold.

It's not that lot. I've got the bomb checked.

- And? - It's the same sort of device the IRA use.

This is Special Branch now, Harold. I'm turning it over to them.

What the Irish got to do with me?

- It's just a bunch of hoods trying to muscle in. - For Christ's sake, they're not just gangsters.

They run half of Londonderry on terror.

- Could be London next. - Oh no, I run London.

Not now, Harold. They're taking it away from you.

It's Special Branch now and I'm getting out.

Remember who pays your wages, Parky. You ain't going nowhere.

NOW!

Tell me something worthwhile.

There was a robbery at councilor Harris' demolition yard. Explosives.

We brought in the security guard, Flynn. We grilled him for hours,

but he just wouldn't crack, he was too scared.

Alan, check out this geezer Flynn.

- Bring him in. - Harold, you can't do that!

Don't you ever tell me what I can or can't do.

Bent law can be tolerated for as long as they're lubricating,

but you have become definitely parched!

If I was you I'd run for cover and close the hatch

'cause you're gonna wind up on one of those meat hooks, my son.

Right. Let them go. They don't know nothing.

Jeff, clean them up and get them home. Give them a grand each expenses,

- just keep them sweet, right? - What you doing?

I'm gonna go home, I need some time to think.

Alan, first thing in the morning that security geezer, right?

- Razors, come on, son. - See you.

Dave, do as he says, put them in a bubble bath.

- Eh? - You heard.

Come on, lads, cut them down. You heard what he said, cut them down.

How did it go with Charlie?

Well, I stopped him going home.

Going home?

Yeah, they were going home.

They're not stupid.

They knew it was a bomb.

- And now they know the rest. - How?

- I told them. - You did what?

I told them everything, Harold.

I had to.

Victoria,

listen, sweetheart,

I'm setting up the biggest deal in Europe

with the hardest organization since Hitler stuck a swastika on his jockstrap.

I've been to incredible lengths all day to keep it incognito,

and now you, over a sherry, calmly told the whole story.

I had to tell them everything or the deal would have been finished.

Harold, your trouble is you just don't understand their psychology.

Bollocks, you smart-arse prat.

I can't talk to you.

- I'm going to bed. Good night. - What? Come here, I'm talking to you.

Don't treat me like on of your thugs.

What's happening to me?

I'm sorry.

For ten years it's been calm.

No trouble.

And now this.

Listen, I wouldn't hurt you for the world. Come here.

I'm so scared, Harold.

I don't want to die.

Don't let them kill us.

It's all right.

It'll be all right. Believe me.

What is it, Shane? What is it, boy?

For Christ sake.

Help me.

Sherry.

I'm sorry, H.

It's all right, Alan, it's not your fault, you weren't to blame.

There's some fresh coffee in the kitchen, go make yourself some breakfast.

Ta.

So someone got to him before you could.

How did they know?

Or was it a coincidence?

That's stretching it a bit, ain't it?

That means it's someone close to home.

You know, last night at the restaurant I had a funny feeling,

Harris

was being really strange.

He said something to Jeff, just as we were leaving.

He said that I got it all wrong, that Jeff was the real bastard.

Why should he say that?

Razors?

That funeral you told me about,

something about a bird gobbing in Jeff's face.

That's right.

Find that woman, I want to talk to her.

Well, get her name and address off the undertakers.

How do I know? I wasn't there, was I?

Look up the Yellow Pages. There can't be that many undertakers in the area.

Right. As soon as you've found her, come and pick me up.

Right. I'll see you. Ta-ta.

Mrs. Benson?

You're a bastard, Harold Shand.

A vicious bastard.

You deserted him and left him to die in a stinking ditch,

and you didn't have the decency to get in touch.

When did he die?

- Ten days ago. You should know. - Where?

Belfast.

Belfast?

- What was he doing there? - That Jeff Hughes sent him.

- What? - He was hired.

The blond one, that Colin,

always asked him to do the chauffeuring on the long runs.

A chauffeur?

A mini cab.

Your husband drove Colin,

and he got topped in Belfast?

Left there.

I was left with all the arrangements.

I had to bring the body back here,

and not so much as a penny for me and the kids.

And Jeff Hughes hired him?

Yes.

And that bastard hasn't paid me any compensation.

All right, all right, all right.

You'll get some compensation. The corporation will look after you.

- Is there anything you need? - I'll need 100 quid a week.

All right.

Anything else you want?

I just want him back.

I just want him back.

Get him a decent stone.

Send me the bill.

I want Donny.

A stone means nothing.

Drink?

Yeah.

You ever worry about your liver?

No, we're just good friends.

My mum used to have a go at my old man about his boozing.

He always used to say, if you drink less than your doctor, you're all right.

It's hot in here, shall we go on deck?

Hot?

Are you hot?

This will cool you down.

What do you want to talk about?

Shouldn't we be, well,

all what's going on.

Everything's all right.

All right?

I'm using the word the way you use it.

What?

- All right? - I remember vividly,

when you met me at Heathrow off the plane from New York,

I said how's things been, and you said all right.

- I'm not with you. - Aren't you?

Top UP-

Quite frankly, I'm a bit flabbergasted you forgot to mention

this carry on in Belfast while I've been away.

Oh, that.

Yeah, that.

What about this mini cab driver, Phil Benson?

He is, well, he was a friend of Colin's.

Got killed.

It's a long story.

- I know, I should have told you but... - Well, tell me now.

What the bloody hell was Colin doing with a Limehouse mini cab driver in Belfast?

Colin can't drive.

Oh, that makes sense.

Second question: Belfast, what was he doing there?

I know Colin fancies soldiers but that's taking his buggery a bit far, ain't it?

He had to make a delivery.

A delivery of what?

Come on, I'm curious. Chieftain tanks,

bars of chocolate, Fiesta Durexes, what?

- Money. - Well, ain't they got any banks out there?

Well, what money? What for and who to?

He was delivering for Harris.

He had a problem. He was being leaned on to deliver.

To deliver money, I mean, to Belfast.

Leaned on by who?

He's got a hundred Micks on his labor force, he's out of business without them.

He was being leaned on to organize a delivery.

He asked me.

So you got my Colin

to deliver for Harris money to Belfast?

Yeah.

Well, that is irregular.

I don't approve of my men delivering funds for the IRA.

He had no choice. He has to do what they ask.

Otherwise his buildings don't get built.

That's why he never has a strike. That's why we use Harris.

Jesus Christ!

Of all the faces here you could have used, of all of them,

you have to pick Colin for a job like that?

So he took a dip, yeah?

Yeah, he stupidly helped himself.

How much?

- Five grand. - What?

You mean all this anarchy is for five poxy grand?

And three of their top men were wiped out,

the night Colin delivered.

So they put 2 and 2 together and come up with and answer, didn't they?

As Colin's my man, it's down to me.

I'm the one that's grassed them up, didn't I?

This is all revenge.

Yeah.

Revenge. Shit.

I'll fucking show them.

That security guard.

He could give us a clue, couldn't he?

- Does he say anything? - No, not much when Alan got to him.

No?

No, Alan found him dying. He'd been nailed to the floor.

- When was this then? - Well, it must've been just after you saw him

and before Alan saw him. Otherwise, you'd have noticed, wouldn't you?

I mean, a geezer nailed to the floor.

A man of your education would have spotted that, wouldn't he?

- Now, look... You traitor! Fucking Judas!

I didn't do nothing.

Maybe you didn't nail the geezer, but it's down to you all the same, ain't it?

- What had it to do with me? - Don't lie to me, boy,

I can smell your lies and I can smell something else and all.

I can smell your greed and ambition

and something disgusting like betrayal.

Why, Jeff? Why?

They threatened to kill me. I was scared.

- You put the finger on me, didn't you? - I didn't.

- It was Harris. - For Micks.

Pig-eyed Micks.

That Mick terrorist scum.

Don't blame me. Blame Colin.

Revenge.

It's me that's gonna take revenge.

I'll crush them like beetles.

- Never. - You watch, I'm gonna annihilate them.

- You can't wipe them out. - You just watch me.

Kill 10, 20.

Bring out the tanks and the flame throwers.

They pour back like an army of ants.

Work with them.

It's my manor!

Jesus Christ.

The British Army has been diving a battle with shit-frying at them from all angles,

for the last ten years and you're not impressed.

They can take over here any time they want.

- Just shut up. - You won't stop them.

To them you're nothing. Nothing! The shit on their shoes.

Bastard! You bastard!

Jeff.

He was with Harris.

He's done me over.

I'm gonna kill him.

Razors!

- Give me that fucking gun! - Harold!

- Razors! - Harold!

I'll kill him!

Calm down, I'll shoot him.

- Harold, stop it! - Give me the gun!

Now you've got Harris, right?

You've got him.

Now you use him.

You use him to stop this bloody havoc! Right?

- Councilor Harris' office, please. - Yes.

- I'll show you the way. - Thank you.

- He is on the second floor. - Terrific.

- Friend of yours, sir? - Yes, a very old friend.

Yeah, nice man, Councilor Harris. And a hard worker.

- Been on the ruddy phone all afternoon. - Has he?

He's clone a lot for the Irish community around here, hasn't he?

So they tell me.

It's three weeks since they turned over the pages of the Book of Remembrance.

There's a work to rule.

I said to the union bloke, it's a good job they didn't work to rule

in 1418 in the trenches in France.

- This is it? - The very same.

- Do you gonna need me to show the way down? - No, I think I can manage, thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Harold, how unexpected.

Harold, call it off.

You can't do it!

You can't deal with these people!

Christ, they're not interested in money. They're political, they're fanatics!

Come on, George.

Come in.

O'Flaherty, Harold Shand.

There's 60 grand there.

To make sure there's no more aggro.

We'll have to wait and see the boss about that.

- Where is he? - He's out there.

He just won the last race. He'll be back in a minute.

This is Mr. Shand.

He's brought the money, and he wants an answer.

- How much is there? - 60 grand.

It's in the case.

You'd better count it.

If you don't mind, I will.

You wait here. I'll go and get them. I won't be a minute.

Mr. Restivo, please.

Where's Charlie?

Everything's all right.

All the troubles are over.

What did he say?

Sorry, Harold.

But I'm glad you dropped in to say goodbye. That's real nice.

- What, you leaving? - Yeah.

- You're not going back to New York? - Next flight out.

Come on, Charlie.

I know we've had a few problems. You've only been here a couple of clays.

Yeah, a couple of clays that turned out to be another St. Valentine's Massacre.

But that settled it, once and for all.

Yes, I 'cl like a porter to suite 513, please, and we'd like a cab, right away.

Thank you.

You two can't wait to get out of here, can you?

I always react like that to bombs blowing up, mass murders,

it's a hang-up of mine.

It's coming to something when the Mafia can't handle a little problem, ain't it?

A little problem? Tony, did you hear what he said? A little problem.

Harold, this is like a bad night in Vietnam.

But it's over. I've pulled the plug on them.

We do not deal with gangsters, period.

This country is a worse risk than Cuba was.

It's a banana republic. You're a mess.

Ciao, Harold.

Ben voyage, then.

I'll tell you something.

I'm glad I found out in time just what a partnership

with a pair of wankers like you would have been.

A sleeping partner's one thing, but you're in a fucking coma.

No wonder you got an energy crises on your side of the water.

But us British,

we're used to a bit more vitality,

imagination, touch of the Dunkirk spirit, know what I mean?

The clays when Yanks would come over here and buy up Nelson's column

and a Harley Street surgeon, and a couple of Windmill girls are definitely over.

- Now look... - Shut up you long streak of paralysed piss.

What I'm looking for is someone who can contribute

to what England has giving to the world.

Culture. Sophistication. Genius.

A little bit more than a hot dog. You know what I mean?

We're in the Common Market now.

And my new deal is with Europe.

I'm going into partnership with a German organization. Yeah!

The Krauts!

They've got ambition, know-how,

and they don't lose their bottle.

Look at you.

The Mafia.

I've shit them.

Hey, hold up, where's Victoria?