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One, I suppose.

Oh, you are previous.

One thou, dear boy.

Well, I'll make it one more.

And I'll cover.

And raise it two.

You're too rich for my blood.

Faint heart never won fair lady.

I'll make it two thou more.

And I'll see you.

So you will and so you shall.

Full house.

- Seven thou! - Have you done?

Four sevens, and it's all mine.

Kelly's back. Kelly's back.

Kelly's back.

Hey, Johnny.

Here.

He's down at reception, waiting for his cocoa and slice.

Well, don't keep him hanging about.

OK, Johnny.

I'm relying on you to make Kelly feel at home.

OK, Johnny.

What is it? What does he want? What is he saying?

- There's nothing for you to worry about. - It's Kelly, isn't it?

- He's back... Kelly's back! - Oh, stop steaming yourself up.

- Look, Johnny, he... - Here!

Here, Humpty Dumpty.

Have yourself a smoke.

After tomorrow, you can keep 'em. I won't need 'em.

Thanks, Johnny.

Johnny, you are going to do that job, aren't you?

You promised me a cut, didn't you?

- I gave you the idea! - Right, right.

It was your idea. I'll look after you.

But shut up about it!

OK, sailor, OK?

OK, sailor.

Clobber, what do you think John Bannion will do about Kelly?

Ah, don't you worry, boy, like about Kelly.

If it wasn't for Kelly, young Bryant would still be alive today, like.

- No, you don't know that, Clobber. - Oh, you're too trusting, Pauley.

They got some terrible villains in this nick.

And that Kelly.

He's shopped more fellas than I've done.

I wish you wouldn't talk that way, Clobber.

You always make yourself out to be a terrible man.

Well, I am, like.

On a preliminary evaluation of the evidence,

advanced and withheld...

and in the light of the event of both your innocence and guilt...

my considered opinion is that your legal adviser should've copped a plea of guilty.

Smartish.

That would have halved your time and perhaps his fee.

During the last race, they'll bring all the money over to the members' club.

Near on £40,000.

He's just made it in time, hasn't he?

Who do you mean, Kelly?

- Maybe it was fixed. - Of course it was.

Look...

Excuse me butting in.

But didn't this Kelly chap used to be one of Frank Saffrion's mob over in A block?

Yeah, but, uh, Saffrion doesn't want to know from Kelly anymore.

Why?

He give him to our Johnny, as a going-away present.

Yeah!

- Yes, but... - Look, Kelly's a wrong 'un.

That's enough.

Yeah, but he's a marshal, ain't he?

So he gets a posse together, like.

And they all go up to this, um, canyon sort of thing.

You know, up in the hills, like.

Clobber, I wonder if you could try a wee experiment for me.

Oh, yeah, I'll do anything for you, like, Pauley.

I mean, you're my mate, ain't you, like?

Well... Well, would you just try to complete a sentence without saying "like".

You mean, like, uh...

- you don't want me to say "like"? - Aye. Aye.

- Look after Pauley. Barrows make him nervous. - Crikey, yes.

- Stay where you are. - But, Mr Barrows...

Belt up.

I want no trouble with your lot over Kelly, Bannion.

I don't know what you mean, Mr Barrows.

- Don't come it clever with me, Bannion, - Ah, as if I'd do that.

Sir.

You're going out tomorrow.

Isn't too late to lose your remission.

- Don't think I don't know it. - Just so we understand each other.

You can give him the silent treatment, but no rough stuff.

Ah, wouldn't Frank Saffrion like that?

Saffrion's a prisoner, same as you are.

I've no favourites.

- Is that why you're giving me Kelly? - I'm not giving you anything, Bannion.

I'm warning you.

No rough stuff or your feet don't touch.

Understand?

I... I'm with you, Mr Barrows.

Good.

Sit down, Snipe.

Leave him!

He doesn't exist.

Quite right, Johnny.

- He's not even there. - Right, come on, you, upstairs.

So they're sending him to Coventry, eh?

You might say that, sir.

Do you think it's alright then?

I've Bannion's word for it, sir.

I suppose that will have to satisfy us.

Oh, don't you worry about Barrows, boy.

That's a top man, like.

Like Johnny, like.

Oh, do me a favour, boy.

You can't talk, like...

without like.

Well, can you?

You've been having me on, haven't you?

Aye. Aye, I have!

Johnny, are you gonna have him tonight, are you? Tonight, is it?

I'm not gonna have him.

But, uh...

if some naughty villain had lost his remission anyway,

wanted to do me a favour.

Here, Clobber.

You never cared for Kelly, eh? You don't care for Kelly, huh?

- Don't I then? - No, you're angry with him.

You've got the needle. You're a wild man.

You don't care. You're liable to switch cells.

Like, who with?

Oh, anybody. Even Hanson.

No... No, you wouldn't want to do that, Clobber.

Yes, I would, boy.

Ah, but you'll be alright. Nicholls will look after you.

Hanson's a nice little fella.

It'll only be for the night, like.

- Eh, tell Johnny... - Oh, oh. Oh...

Johnny doesn't know anything about it.

- I'll need a bit of noise. - Who said you wouldn't?

Course you'll need a bit of noise.

Full orchestra?

With strings.

Association over!

Association over!

Association over!

Association over!

Association over!

Come on, Bannion! You're still a prisoner, you know.

Just.

Back to your cells!

- Back to your cells! - Back to your cells!

Back to your cells!

Hey, Hanson.

Clobber? Uhh!

- Checked them all, mister? - Well, I'm just doing it, sir.

- Well, get on with it. - Yes, sir.

Alright, mister?

Perfectly, sir.

But, Johnny, I promised Clobber noise.

Well, give it to him.

Knick-knack paddywhack give a dog a bone!

Knick-knack paddywhack give a dog a bone!

Knick-knack paddywhack give a dog a bone!

This time tomorrow you'll be out, Johnny.

- Then I'll be in business. - You'll be having a drink.

Have on for me. Chatting to girls. Playing the piano.

Boogie-woogie.

Snipe, there's only one thing that worries me about this job.

- What's the problem, Johnny? - How many security guards do they really have?

- It doesn't matter. - It does matter!

I can split the difference in your mistakes.

I'll get the picture.

I can...

I can feel it.

- Where did your mob get Bryant? Here! - Uhh! Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

I hope he doesn't mark his face.

Clobber's a neat worker.

- Or here! - Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Let me out!

Let me out!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Are you worried, mister?

- Well, listen to that noise, sir! - It gets like that, mister.

It'll quieten down.

Yeah, it'll quieten alright.

You keep your mouth to yourself.

You'll get used to it, mister.

You've got to get used to it.

Come in.

They didn't have no digestives this morning, sir, only thin arrowroot.

Thank you, Scout.

- Bannion, sir. - Skidaddle, Scout.

You've got everything, Bannion?

Ah, just about.

- You've got all your personal effects? - Yes, sir.

Well, I'm glad you decided to co-operate with us this time, Bannion.

As you see, it has advantages.

Uh, 20 months remission, sir.

That's one way of looking at it. Have you got a job to go to?

I'm in touch.

Well, don't come back here again, Bannion.

You're worth better things.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I'd... I'd like to thank you, too, Mr Barrows.

Right you are. Wheel him out.

Governor... it's happened again.

- What has, doctor? - It's, uh, Kelly, sir.

- He fell down the stairs. - Now, Barrows, don't start that.

This man has been systematically beaten from neck to feet.

- What does Kelly say? - Well, he says he fell downstairs.

And what do you think, Mr Barrows?

It isn't what I think, sir, or what I can say, sir.

- It's what I can prove. - And?

The only evidence is he did fall down the stairs.

Can I go, sir?

Skidaddle, Bannion, skidaddle.

You told me they'd be no rough stuff.

And then you believed me... sir.

I might've known.

You're telling me that you didn't?

- What's that, Bannion? - Ah, pull the other one.

It's got bells on it... Mr Barrows.

There's no hurry.

He'll be back.

Good luck.

- Taking a chance, aren't you? - Same old Johnny.

Are you nervous?

Car's round the corner, sport.

It'd better be.

Hey, John.

Six and five and eight and ten and six and four,

divide by three and double it.

Twenty-six.

Same old Johnny, huh?

Same old act of faith.

Give us a smoke.

Act of faith?

Well, how do you know that the answer was right?

Well...

Well, you see what I mean?

- Act of faith. - Ah.

Six, five, eight.

Answer twenty-six.

You rascal!

Oh!

I hear you're planning an early start.

Yeah.

They say it's big. Very big?

- Are we in? - Yeah, yeah.

Uh... Well, John, what's the deal, huh? What's the set-up, the split?

You don't have to worry, you'll get yours. Snipe's in.

It was his idea. And, of course, our mutual friend in Hampstead gets his ten per cent.

Give me some money.

- Two hundred? - Mm.

You're on your own.

- Same old... - Johnny. I know. Give me the keys.

- But I... - The keys.

- We're giving you a party tonight. - Yeah?

- Where's the party? - Your place.

Uh, of course.

How's the wife, Ted?

Johnny! Johnny!

I could eat you! Look who's here!

Johnny, Chas. Bannion's here. Come on.

Hello.

- Fancy a game, Johnny? - Do you know something?

I don't.

Go ahead, John. Wrap your laughing gear around this lot.

You're pushing it a bit, aren't you?

- Did you line up any recruits? - Yeah, Ted's in, so is his cousin.

You see that kid over there?

Name of Quantock.

Yeah, looks good.

He's the best up-and-coming driver in the game.

No record either.

Probably nicked it.

He's only been around a few months.

- I'll get him over. - You won't, you know. Shtum, don't forget.

Enjoy yourself. It's a party.

The Queen has arrived.

Good evening, Johnny, darling.

You're not welcome, Maggie.

I go where I please.

Well, make up your mind and get out of here.

No.

Get rid of her.

Don't let that thing touch me.

Oh, be a good girl and go. You're not wanted!

Big Johnny Bannion says, "Go!" So I've got to go!

Do you hear that, everybody? He's had enough of me. I embarrass him!

Quiet down, honey.

Oh, but you should have seen him when the priest

wouldn't take the candlesticks he bought for Saint Pat's.

Only Maggie could help him then!

Get rid of her.

- Come on. - Let me go! Let me go!

Maggie'll look after you! Maggie's the only one!

Let me go! Let me go! Maggie!

- Maggie's the only one, the only one! - We'll see her off.

It doesn't have to be rough.

We'll go. Come on, everybody, let's go.

- Sorry, Johnny. - Wrap it up. We're going home.

What can I say?

- What can I say? - I know.

Goodbye.

That lamp will hurt my eyes, Mr Bannion.

What the hell are...

Don't turn round, for God's sake, the light's too strong.

That's more the job.

Oh, no, no, no! That's too bright!

What's your caper then?

How kind you are?

Am I just.

Mm-hm.

Oh, I think I must have passed out.

Before or after you got undressed?

I was beginning to think you hadn't noticed.

This is yours?

Take it and go.

I'm sorry you didn't believe me.

I did pass out, Mr Bannion.

Stop the "Mr Bannion" stuff! Now what's your game?

I just wanted to be alone with John Bannion.

- Yeah, well, I've got a girlfriend. - Yes?

- You know Maggie? - I shared this flat with her.

Well, maybe you shared the flat with Maggie,

but not with me.

I didn't think of you as being crude.

Violent, yes.

Full of strength and power.

But not crude.

Maybe you are crude only in fear.

If you're Maggie's friend, she should know about you.

I don't care about Maggie.

She's nice, but foolish.

Oh, you take your chances.

Calculated twists are not chances.

You look ridiculous in that thing!

- I never saw you around before. - You went to prison.

Well...

you must remember that I am younger than Maggie.

She'd love you for that.

Well...

Sit down or something.

Or something?

Have a drink.

I don't need it.

You're being a bit bold, aren't you?

I rob you of that.

It's my defence.

Haven't got your line yet.

Ah, forget it.

It will take time.

I promise you.

What are... What are you?

My name is Suzanne Hart.

A girl who wants to be alone with John Bannion.

- I thought... - Yes?

Oh, never mind what I thought.

You were wrong.

I must go now.

What about your dress?

I will get it.

There's no hurry, is there?

Is there?

No.

Hello, Mr Bannion.

- You're early. - Just a bit.

You got a cigarette?

Nice weather for brass monkeys.

Well, let's not waste any time now. Are we all in?

It's a simple caper. That's why it can't miss.

What's the loot neighbourhood?

- What would you say to 40,000? - Hello.

I thought so.

We're all in, John. What is it?

It's the Members' Tote at Tennant's Park on Silver Stakes Day.

I spent three years working this out, that's why it can't miss.

We've only got 14 days to go then.

You lot don't have to worry about the details cos I'm not giving you any.

- Uh? - Yet.

Anybody want to know something?

Can I ask about cars, Mr Bannion?

You can, it's your trade.

Will anybody be leaving anywhere in a hurry?

That they will.

In that case, I'd like a hand in the choosing.

I've been lumbered before and it doubles the odds against us.

You will have. Let's keep the odds down.

Thank you, Mr Bannion.

- We gonna use any artillery, Johnny? - Not unless we have to.

Not unless somebody gets a bit naughty like, eh?

Who'd want to get naughty with you two?

John.

You know you've got to get a clearance from our mutual friend from Highgate?

I thought you'd cleared that.

- He just wants a few more details. - Well, he can want!

John, boy!

He's got a right. He's in.

It was his 200 I gave you when you came out.

You never told me that.

- Well, there was nothing in your kitty. - Oh, shut up!

Listen, he knows me. He's never had any trouble.

Things have go tighter since you've been away. He's got to be careful.

You tell him the take, the place and the personnel.

He'll buy it.

But do we need anybody else?

Yes, we do, son.

Mr Carter's friend in Highgate will change the money.

And take a percentage of the gross.

Well, what's all this about clearance?

Well, without his nod we're left holding the hot money.

He's the distributor.

- The money! - John...

Save the day. I'll keep in touch.

He's a dazzling wonder.

John!

Yes, it's me himself! Your man, John Bannion!

- My man? I do not think so. - No, no, no. It's just an expression.

- I don't need "my man, Bannion." - No, you don't need "your man, Bannion."

- That's I mean! - You didn't, but you do.

- Do what? - Need Bannion.

Come on!

- Ah! - Oh!

John!

I lift you up!

Lift you up!

It's my father with the special licence.

Oh! You lack dignity!

John!

I need Bannion!

I need Bannion!

Oh, no!

Mr Able.

- Why, uh, I spoke to... - It'll keep.

- It'll have to. - Alright, carry on, Mr Able.

- You don't look well. - John!

Well, you're team-handed today. Anybody I know?

I hope not.

Hey, are you nearly finished, Mr Able?

Nearly, sir.

- You're not helping me, sir. - Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Shh!

It's not your day today, is it?

- I don't think it'll be too bad, John, really. - Well, then...

- We'll see. - Suzanne.

- Mmm? - This is Michael Carter.

I've seen her around.

But we have never met, Mr Carter.

I want a word alone with Mike. You stay here.

Well, what's your problem?

Hmm?

Oh, sorry.

Well, John, I'm afraid things have changed a bit.

How much?

Double, twenty per cent.

You've got some explaining to do, haven't you?

Well, John, he's got very big overheads.

And he says it'll be very hot gilts.

You've got to understand his situation, too, John.

Anyway, half of it's only Snipe's share.

You tell him I'll see him in six months.

By that time, the heat will be off the money

and he can have it.

At five per cent.

And I said to her on the Wednesday, "Just you phone him, just you phone him up on Sunday."

Oh, no, it must've been the Friday, cos they gave us fish for our dinner.

You know, lunch. Well, she wouldn't cos he said to her he'd been unlucky with girls.

- Unlucky? - Yes, he let on to her

that some girl he'd been going about with had let him down, like.

Well, I went mad. I went balmy. Well, he was only 15 at the time.

My cousin knew them before they moved into that new house.

He's 38 now and he had the cheek

to tell this one he's got a heart that had never healed.

So I said to her, "Phone him up on Sunday and if a woman answers, don't speak to her.

If it's a woman's voice, put the phone down."

Well, that's what I said. Well, you would, wouldn't you?

Hey, Maggie, you're not listening to me.

So then it is true.

Oh, yes, we all knew, but no one liked to tell you.

I've had told you, but no one liked to tell you.

Hey, Maggie, where are you going? What about the tip? Have I to pay?

Maggie.

- Hello, Suzanne. - Hello.

- Where's John? - He's gone. You have just missed him.

Just as well.

It's all over.

How sensible you are.

If I were you, I couldn't feel so much peace about it.

What's done.

I'm glad.

- About a fortnight then? - That's what the gentleman said.

Goodbye, Maggie.

Goodbye, Suzanne.

Oh, don't put them away. Let me have a look, please.

- They're lovely, aren't they? - Which one is my friend having?

Only £500, miss.

Now, what can I do for you?

- Did you get your car alright? - Yeah.

A lad told me how you and Frank Saffrion had the nick sewn up.

They lock Frank Saffrion up 11 hours a day.

He's captured, you know.

Yeah, but you were big inside.

Oh, yeah.

Big enough to be three in a cell all through last year's stinking summer.

-- Couldn't you fix it to be on your own? - Oh, sure.

And that way there are only 660 minutes to 11 hours.

I've counted them.

I've got a horse!

They're off!

Take me to the station!

Hey, driver, take me to the station!

- I'm waiting for a fare. - I am a fare!

Look, there are plenty of others. Try one of them, mate.

Don't you try that mate stuff with me! I know me rights!

- Is your flag up? - Yes, but...

Right then! You just open that door!

Now, open that door or I'm going to fetch a policeman.

- What's your number? - Look, I've tried explaining to you.

- Look, he's gotta take me, hasn't he? - Take him. I'll look after your fare for you.

Look, I won't! Who the hell does he think he is?

First, number 14. Second, number three.

Third, number one.

- Look, I'm from the North myself. - Then you ought to be ashamed of yourself!

- What's happening here? - He won't take me to the station.

He will, you know. He'll take the both of us. Go on, get in.

Yes, sir.

John!

- There's men here. - Yeah, yeah, it's alright.

I know them.

Good evening, Mr Town.

It didn't work, John.

Come on, now, Mr Town. I'm tidy and you know it.

Stand up straight and put your hands on your head!

Didn't they tell you about me...

at police college?

- Do as your told, thief! - Now, now, now, now, now, now.

Now, now, now, now.

He's young.

Come on, John, turn out your pockets, like a good boy.

Oh.

You have been quick.

- I don't know what you mean. - You changed them quickly.

The ones from the Tote.

Oh, it's a fair cop, John.

We picked up a bloke half an hour ago, you changed 500 with.

Bit careless of you, wasn't it?

Why only 500?

Must have wanted it for something very special.

Come on now, Mr Town, you're trying hard.

- We've had help. - First, a girl...

Oh, no, no, not her.

No, this other lady said she thought you were up to something.

Then a man told us you'd changed 550 for 500.

Gave us the time, place and the money changer's name.

You do have unfortunate friends, John boy.

Shall we go?

Yeah, why not?

John, what's happening? What do they want?

- Me. - Go on, try...

Shut up!

You know...

if I could say it, I would.

Well, I love you, John.

Come on, John.

She's quite a girl, that Maggie, isn't she?

Who's the fella?

Ooh, just a voice on the phone.

But he said he was a friend of yours.

One pair of cuff links, fancy with a red stone.

One chain

and one badge.

- One holy medal. - Yes, sir.

- Do you want something? - Governor wants to see him.

Get him up there and watch it.

Yes, sir.

I've had this letter from Charles.

And he asks for the fullest possible co-operation with the Yard

over this Bannion business.

All these people at the Secretary's office.

I'd like to write to... Charles and tell him...

I appreciate your feelings, doctor, but that would hardly solve the situation.

- Bannion, sir. - Right.

- Six weeks, eh, Bannion? - It was worth it.

Was it?

- Well, £40,000 can't be bad. - Watch it, Bannion!

Alright, Bannion, you'll be in A block.

Fresh faces, a new start.

Oh, yeah, and maybe in ten years I'll get to be a red band.

Stranger things have happened at sea.

Wheel him out, Mr Barrows.

- Is this going on all the time? - Rich men always have bodyguards.

What sort of a pension will you get?

40,000 will make it look pretty small.

Sir.

Home sweet home, Johnny boy!

Find me that man, mister!

Find me that man!

Find me that man, mister!

Shut up!

Association hour.

Johnny!

That's my bed you're standing on, Mr Bannion.

Oh, go on, boast about it, Goldilocks!

You're welcome.

- I can't go on like this, can I, Pauley? - No. No, Johnny, you can't.

- How long have you done now? - Only ten years.

Let's take a wee walk, Johnny.

Yeah.

- Yeah, it has to be done. - Aye.

Aye, you must play with your play fellows, Johnny.

Aagh!

Come on! Come on!

Break it up!

Break it up here.

You've seen a man with belly ache before, haven't you?

Come on.

Governor's report, you!

Where's, uh...

- Where's Frank Saffrion? - Up at the end.

He opens up his shop around about now.

Let's go and see him.

Hello, Johnny.

Come over.

I'm nearly through with him.

You see, I fixed for his daughter's Confirmation days on the instalment plan.

Now he's complaining.

You know Alfredo?

Alfredo?

My sister's boy. Carlo Fanucci's son.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we met.

I'm teaching him the business.

You're marked, Johnny. The law wants the money back.

How do you feel about it?

We're old friends. Ask me a favour.

I want to get back into B block.

You can afford anything.

I'm on my uppers.

Look, the money's where I can't get at it. Now, would you help me?

You're like one of my own people, Johnny.

Eh, Alfredo, ain't he just like one of us?

Well, will you fix it?

- Sure. - And for Pauley too.

Johnny.

Same old Johnny.

Yeah.

How is Mike Carter?

Funny you should ask.

He's grateful, but he wants his share.

Yeah, he'll have to wait.

I have to.

Clever boy, you are, Johnny.

Have a nut.

Alfredo...

give Johnny and his friend some snout.

- It's a gift. - Thanks, Frank.

Ciao.

See you at mass, Johnny.

What next?

Like our mutual friend said, we wait.

You wanted me?

Oh, yes, sir.

It's about Bannion and Saffrion.

Doctor, you're as bad as the prisoners.

Look, I run this prison and Bannion's no problem.

If he were, I would never have had him back.

- Isn't that my New Statesman? - Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, Mr Barrows?

- It's about Bannion, sir. - What now?

- The way I hear it, sir, Saffrion... - Yes?

Bannion won't pay up for some tobacco he and Pauley Larkin got from Saffrion.

But if he doesn't pay for it, it will cut Saffrion down to size.

In other circumstances, it might be just what we want.

It'll mean a lot of trouble, sir.

I'm under-staffed. They know it.

I don't seem to have any choice.

- Move Bannion and the other fellow to B block. - Yes, sir.

There's some confusion in the mail department, Mr Barrows.

Look to it.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Two for you, mister.

Bannion and Larkin.

Right, over here, you two. Table number six.

Wait and see.

Come on, get the lead out of your breeches.

You know, Pauley, I think I'll have his ears.

For my wall.

- OK, sailor. - OK, sailor.

You made it then, Johnny? Back to the boys, eh?

Alright, take it easy. It was only a matter of time.

- So how's your headaches, Pauley? - I got one the moment I saw you.

It's not bad scoff, eh?

Here you are.

Eh, Johnny, that Barrows pulled a stroke on you.

- How's that? - He's got you in a cell

with O'Hara and Flynn, with you all three being RC's.

Who's O'Hara and whatsit?

Two harmless lads the world hasn't treated very kindly.

Rough exteriors but hearts of gold.

They'd kick your head in for half a snout

and be so sorry afterwards.

Where are they?

Next table. They're looking at you.

Charming.

Yeah, that's them. They reckon they own the place.

But I own it.

All correct, sir.

Very sorry it's a bit chilly, miss. Fire's only just been lit.

Miserable time of the year.

We usually have some flowers.

Down there.

In summer, it's a blaze of colour.

Well, I'll be slipping along.

Enjoy your visit.

No touching!

Hello.

Hello.

Are you alright then?

You look like a soldier.

Well...

It doesn't have stripes or arrows.

I think of you all the time.

You preoccupy me.

No, you don't mean that. "Preoccupy" is...

Well, it's like I take your mind off everything else.

That's what I mean.

Did you do like I said? Did you go away from London?

No. I stay in the flat.

Well, leave.

It won't be safe.

I've put a bolster in bed to lie by.

I must stay there.

You're the girl alright.

Mr Town still wants the money.

What money?

That Carter phones me too.

Look, I'll say this now and you must listen to it.

Go away from London!

Write to me, but go away!

Don't do your nut!

- One away, sir. - Right, sir.

Say, we should take a look at that, Mick.

Right, he's a big old scout.

He's... He's a bit of a hard knock, you know.

Your man's Bannion, you know. The fella with all them pound notes.

He had a visitor today too.

Eh, fella, are you an Irishman at all?

Are you?

Dublin's pride.

You are.

Then I'm Chinese.

He's ashamed of being a red-neck.

If you think a couple of shebeen rats like you could frighten me...

Come on...

and learn.

Ooh!

Uhh!

Aagh!

Uhh!

Aagh! Oh!

I'll make tripe out of you!

Uhh!

Agh!

Uhh! Agh!

Aagh!

Don't do it! Don't do it!

Don't do it! Uhh!

Evening, sir.

- All tucked up, mister? - Yes, sir.

- Looked after Bannion? - Yes, sir.

Put him where you said, sir, in with O'Hara and Flynn.

I told you not to put him with them.

- Oh... Oh, no, sir, I made a note... - Then you've made a mistake.

- Haven't you, mister? - Yes, sir.

We all do.

- Better get him out of there. - Yes, sir.

No need to run!

Good evening...

Mr Barrows.

Right, Flynn, you're moving.

Bring another fellow in.

Come on, Flynn, you're moving. Get your stuff.

Sir...

Yes, Flynn.

Something to say to me?

No, sir.

Get a move on then.

What's the matter with you?

Cramp, sir.

OK, sailor, OK?

OK, sailor.

'Ere, Saffrion's raising his prices again.

Eh, w...

Well, he says his outside man's overheads have gone up.

That'll be Carter.

The way I hear it, Carter's getting so big, Saffrion's only a sideline with him now.

You'd know, of course!

Oh, come on, Johnny.

- Johnny, Johnny, it's not going to help. - They can't do this to me, I won't wear it!

You're being punished, Johnny.

What about all the other villains who get away with it?

You're only a villain when you get caught, Johnny.

- Then are you a villain? - Oh, no. No, I'm... I'm just...

I'm different.

I... I'm insane.

- Now, Pauley, come on. - Oh, not, not... not always. That...

That's just the trouble. I...

I'm not consistent.

If... If... If I was, they'd either hang me or put me in Broadmoor.

Johnny.

Johnny, does it help if I...

if I tell you I...

I know how you feel.

It's...

It's when you suddenly realise that it's...

it's 15 years.

And...

And you can see the days.

Feel them.

But I... I... I promise you

that'll pass. You...

You'll accept it. You...

You have to.

Hey. Hey. I'd hate to see you miss out. Come on.

He's forgotten they did away with the no-talking rule.

You dirty old man.

All this up.

You can have all this lot after a four or five stretch.

Look, I've got a message for you from Frank Saffrion.

He thought you ought to know.

Ted and Chas have sold out their shares to Carter.

- Go on. - Well, they didn't want to.

They only got 400 quid between 'em.

But young Quantock wouldn't sell

and what happened to him changed their minds.

He got run over.

- Dead? - It was a ten-ton lorry.

Anyway, Frank said he'll see you at mass on Sunday.

By God...

he will.

Orate fratres.

- Amen. - Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

What's happening with Mike Carter?

Why do you ask?

I've got a feeling about Carter.

Nothing I could put my finger on. Just got a feeling.

So you've heard?

Heard what?

About the girl.

Maggie?

No.

Your new girl, Suzanne Hart.

He's taken here away to the country. He thinks she knows where the money is.

You've gotta do something about Carter.

- What can I do? - He can't do this to me.

- See him off. - But just, uh...

How much to get out?

- A lot. - How much?

A lot. £40,000.

Snipe's share.

Who's Snipe?

Alright, the 40,000.

But make it quick.

Get fell in! Get fell in!

One on, sir.

- No whispering in the choir. Get picking. - Ah, get...

Now then, Bannion.

I've always been square with you. Don't mess me about, boy.

Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry, Mr Edwards.

Well, get on with it, man.

Yes, Mr Edwards.

OK, sailor, OK?

Too right.

I've just been chatted by the Governor.

He reckons if I'm not naughty, I'll get out.

Gave me a biscuit. That was one for old Barrows.

- Nice biscuit, it was. - When do you get out?

End of two months.

Johnny.

What about my share?

- What does that mean? - Where do I collect?

Looks like none of the boys have been paid out yet, including me.

You know me. Time will come.

Alright, if you say so.

End of two months, eh?

- Gave me a biscuit. OK, Taylor? - OK.

End of two months, Johnny, eh?

You will see me alright, won't you?

Sure, sure.

Did you hear that Barrows nicked Flynn for having a knife?

Ah, he don't use a shiv.

Cos he don't.

It was a plant.

Somebody must have planted it.

Oh, well, they're likely to do that sort of thing, aren't they?

New load!

Bannion, Judas, out!

What's the matter with you two?

Come on! You're like a couple of big soft girls there!

- Association's over! - Alright, that's the lot.

Back to your cells.

Hold those men, mister!

Line them up!

Get in line! Line up!

- Line up! - Fall in! Fall in!

Search those men, mister.

What again?

I heard that, Bannion.

You're a liar, a thief, a waste of time.

Crook scum.

Go on.

Go on, try it.

I'm opposed to physical violence,

Mr Barrows.

Sir.

On with the searching.

You call that searching, mister?

Sir.

That's you, isn't it, Larkin?

It... It's not mine.

Keeping it for a friend, eh?

You mustn't do that.

- What's that?! - You mustn't destroy.

Don't tell me what to do. You're in a lot of trouble, mister.

I'll settle your hash. Take him downstairs.

No!!

No!!!

No!!!

- No, you don't! - Help!

No!! No!!

- No! - Uh!

Aaaagh!

They've killed him!

They've killed him!

Come on! Have you seen what they've done?

Pauley!

Watch it!

The screws have pulled the mains.

He's better out of it, Johnny.

You've got to stay out of it too.

Did you not get that chocolate yet?

Hey, look here, O'Hara, we've got to have a system otherwise everything will go at once.

- Yeah, he's right. - Come on, let's move the table.

- Come on then. - Make a queue.

Get your share! Start up!

Let's make the demands while we've still got them with us.

Yeah, sure.

Formby, you take some of that chocolate and start away down till I've got the door.

Is he gonna be alright, like, Johnny?

He needs a doctor.

Sailor!

Sailor!

You'll have to stop this lot! It's mutiny! I'll lose me remission!

It's all up, Snipe. It's too late. Now you'll have to wait.

Why? Why?

I've got to tell Barrows I had nothing to do with it.

If you do, they'll tear you to pieces.

- Where is Barrows? - Across, further down.

O'Hara says he's going to give him a going over later on.

Right. Now, wait here and keep quiet.

You got Barrows in there?

Yeah, I'm making sure nothing happens to him. I've got the keys.

- Johnny, I want to show you something. - What?

Open the door.

Uncle Franco wants you out of this.

- Bannion's let the screws in! - Hey!

Bannion's let the screws in!

Bannion's let the screws in!

Bannion's let the screws in!

- Bannion's let the screws in! - Bannion's let the screws in!

Bannion's let the screws in!

Bannion's let the screws in!

Bannion's let the screws in! Bannion's let the screws in!

All the arrangements are fixed up.

Bannion's outside in his civilians, sir.

- Wheel him in then. - Let's send him in.

I wanted to have a word with you before you go, Bannion.

As you know, you're being transferred to an easier prison on my personal recommendation.

And if you come to your senses about the money,

it could mean a further transfer to an open prison and even speed up your release.

Well, think it over and thank you once more for your help.

Wheel him out, Mr Barrows.

- He thinks I saved your life. - No, I did save yours.

- What's that mean? - The Governor wanted to hang on to you.

Make you a red band.

But I told him every man in the place wanted personally to kill you.

And do you really think I opened that door to let the screws in?

I don't know why you or Saffrion do anything.

But I'm not having a killing in my prison.

It could look bad on my record.

Yeah.

That's you.

That's just about you!

Do you want a fag?

Thanks.

They've made a right mug out of you, haven't they, Bannion?

Why don't you stop rabbiting?

All right, brother, don't mess me about. Let Bannion out.

Aagh!

- Take this key and open these. - Not now.

Take this key and open 'em!

Hello, John.

Hello.

Michael.

Uhh!

Yes, sir.

Right on schedule, sir.

I'll get you.

Uh, uh, uh!

Oh, I will.

He's very pleased with you, Ted.

Well, all things being equal, we should have a capital gain in a few hours.

Yes. Well, thank you.

Well, thank you very much, sir.

Get up, John.

You and I must have a little talk.

So you and Saffrion were working together.

Oh, it's not just Saffrion, John.

We belong to a proper set-up.

We're important, yes, but things would go on without us.

With us, it's a team, it's business.

But your sort doesn't fit into an organisation.

So, we can't have you running about, messing things up now, can we, John?

What's the deal?

There isn't any deal, John.

You hand over the money and you'll be helped out of the country.

One passport.

One airline ticket to...

nowhere.

By a very discreet route.

We've been to a lot of trouble, John, to get you to want to escape.

Yes, and even more getting you out.

So, you see, now we really must collect.

What about Suzanne?

I'm afraid he says there's no place for her in the scheme of things.

It's unfortunate, but...

If I give you the money, will you let her go and settle for me?

No, that wouldn't work out, John.

You're a professional. She's just a...

Well, a bad risk.

No, I'm afraid it's got to be his way.

Give him the money and go, John.

I'd take her offer if I were you, John, before she changes her mind.

I need a drink.

You don't know your own strength, Ted. Give him one, Chas.

Lights!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Out!

Cast off in front.

Go on!

Go on!

We seem to be alright.

John!

The passport.

I got the passport, but not the ticket.

I can get money.

So can I.

There's no hurry. I'll pigeon will lead us home.

I'm alright. Look after yourself!

Come on!

Don't be a silly boy, John! You can't win!

Get away!

Go away.

Go away!

Go away!

Go away!!

Go away.

Go away!

Please!

Please!

O, my God, I am mortally sorry for having offended thee.

- John, Johnny, where is it? - I detest my sins most sincerely.

- The money! Johnny! Johnny, the money! - Because they displease Thee, my God.

- Thy infinite goodness... - Johnny.

- deserves all my love. - Johnny.

Johnny.

- I dread the loss of Heaven... - Johnny.

- and the pains of Hell. - Where is it? Where is it, Johnny baby?

I do firmly resolve nevermore to offend thee.