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You've had your breakfast, Timmy.

You know you have.

You need to make notes to yourself like

I do, so you'll remember.

Eggs, cheese, cotton wool, savings book.

Now, why did I put that, Timmy?

Oh, of course, so I remember.

To take a tea, a floor cloth.

Right, shan't be long, Timmy.

Oh, you're as bad as me, Timmy.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Jackson.

Not so cold, is it?

And how's Kieran?

Still good as gold?

Oh, yeah.

He's got another tooth.

He is.

Clever boy.

Yeah, move on, missus.

Bye.

Oh, no.

Yes, I have.

I forget my head next.

What will Timmy say?

My purse and my savings book.

Oh, no.

My key, too.

I'll soon be a candidate for the Fonny

farm.

I did remember to give Mrs. Jackson back

my key, didn't I?

What are you doing?

You get away from there!

Oh!

We may thank our lucky stars Kieran wasn't

injured.

It's your ankle.

Would you go ace over diamond?

Yeah.

You panicked, you see.

You weren't expecting me back, were you?

And I'm forgetting my purse and it's sitting

on the table just waiting for you.

Can you move?

I wouldn't be sitting here, would I, if

I could?

I reckon I've bust it.

Oh!

It mayn't be as bad as you think.

But we can't just leave you sitting here,

can we?

Come on.

Up, Sir Daisy.

Oh, Timmy.

Oh!

I'll say one thing for you.

You saved me the trouble of bothering Mrs.

Jackson for my spare key.

And that's rather a relief, because I've had

to ask for it five times in the

past three weeks.

She says she doesn't mind, but I think

I'm in trouble, too.

What are you going to do?

Call the police?

We'll talk about that later.

First we must see to your poor ankle.

That's the most important thing, surely, isn't it?

Oh, you young people today.

Desperate, aren't you?

Come on, in we go.

Oh, dear.

Hang on.

Here we are.

That's better.

Oh, dear.

It's swollen already.

It'll be as big as a football if

we don't play it.

A bleeding thing?

No, it's not bleeding.

There's no abrasion at all.

Now, you sit still.

What are you going to do?

Call the law?

No, I'm not.

Hot water, Epsom salts.

You just rest.

Oh.

Typical young man, Timmy.

Rootless.

A dandle.

But we must do our best for him.

As Mr Grady always said, there's some good

somewhere in everyone.

Is that your old man?

Yes.

That's Oliver, my late husband.

He died two years ago this April.

Oh, such a good man.

He was a social worker.

A soft cop.

I beg your pardon?

That's what they call all them people from

the welfare.

Soft cops.

In we go.

Ow!

A grown lad like you, it's not that

hot.

It is.

Oh!

Sit still.

Oh, dear.

That's mine.

Indeed it is.

And sadly so.

Oh, what an awful thing.

You're getting used to the hot water?

Sort of, yeah.

Good.

You put cold water on sprains.

I don't.

Everybody I know does.

Now, why?

Is a nice lad like you carrying a

weapon like this?

Protection.

Is that so?

And from what, may I ask?

Old ladies like me, hmm?

No.

But...

Well...

That's the trouble with you young people today.

Knives, gangs, violence.

Whatever goes on in your heads, I don't

know.

It was never like that when I was

young.

Oh, we had our share of crime.

But it was never so brutal.

My husband was brutally mugged.

He died of a heart attack three days

later.

I didn't do it.

Did I say you did?

But the police never caught them.

I thought you recognised Oliver.

I didn't.

When did I?

Just now.

I didn't.

Well...

Now we can dry your foot and strap

it up.

How does it feel?

A bit better.

Good.

I was old lady Sisson's housekeeper.

I used to nurse her sometimes.

Who?

You never heard of them?

Oliver Sisson's Lord Sisson, the merchant banker.

Quite one of the richest men in Britain.

In later life he took up prison reform,

but after a time he gave it up.

Appalled by human nature, he said to me,

Mrs Grady, it's no use.

The prisoners are vicious, unrepentant.

But so are we.

It's a vicious circle, vicious.

That's what he said to me.

They were very kind to me, the Sissons.

You want to know if I'm going to

tell the police, don't you?

Suppose I don't.

You reckon you won't?

Oh, I'm not saying that.

Not just yet.

I don't want to.

I want to believe the best of you.

I don't even know your name.

Rex.

Rex what?

Tobin.

Well, Mr Tobin, if I let you go,

how do I know you won't rob someone

else?

Possibly commit grievous bodily harm as well?

On your way home?

Well, I mightn't.

You mean you could reform?

Don't know.

Would you like to?

What?

I think you're halfway there.

Now, how would you feel, for example, if

I were to take a club and beat

you?

I shan't.

Don't worry.

But I'd have every justification, wouldn't I?

You tried to break in.

Indeed, you succeeded.

My purse and savings book were in the

kitchen.

If you had taken them, oh, what would

I have done?

Yeah, well, I didn't, did I?

You intended to.

Can't help it.

But you can.

It's the way things are.

I mean, that's how it is, the luck

of the draw.

Has it never occurred to you, Mr Tobin,

you might try to make the world a

better place rather than a worse one?

But, Al, these things happen, don't they?

Of course.

Crime is as old as Cain and Abel.

But what I'm saying is there's no need.

There.

That'll give you some support.

Can you stand, do you think?

Come on.

Have a go.

Still tender.

You just rest it and I'll make you

a nice cup of tea.

Hang on a minute, Mrs. What?

Well, no-one's ever talked to me like

that, you know.

Yeah, I mean, the teachers and that, they

talked.

But it was easy for them, wasn't it?

But you, I was going to rob you,

wasn't I?

Will it be bad for you if I

turn you over to the police?

Shop you, isn't that what you say?

My meaning is...

I dare say you have a record.

Ah.

But you've given me hope, Mrs. Do you

really mean that?

Yeah.

Well, I never...

I mean, you didn't preach.

Not really.

I mean, you helped me hanker all this.

How old are you?

19.

19?

That wasn't me, I swear.

Oh, I'm so glad.

19.

All your life ahead of you.

But if I let you go, how can

I be sure that some innocent person won't

suffer?

Well, I don't know.

But I could try, couldn't I?

If you believed in me.

Nobody ever has before.

But are you man enough to keep a

promise?

All I'm saying is I'd try.

Try to mend your ways.

Lead a decent life.

Yeah, I will.

You see, you're right, I know you are.

I've got someone now who really wants me

to go straight, haven't I?

Yes.

Like Mr Grady, my late husband.

I'm looking for the good in you.

And I think I can see it.

So you ain't gonna turn me in then?

Not if you promise.

Promise me...

Right, it's a deal, I promise.

Cross me out and hope to die.

No more flick knives, no more violence, no

more thieving.

That's asking a lot.

The excitement's like a drug, I believe.

That's what Lord Sisson told me about those

unfortunates he used to visit in prison.

I'm going straight.

How's that?

Oh, that's nice.

Well done, Rex.

I may call you Rex, hmm?

Course you can, yeah.

And any time you feel like going back

to your old ways, you'll come and have

a chat with me, hmm?

Yeah, good idea.

I will.

You'll see me, right?

Right.

I'll make that tea then.

Stupid old cow.

Unreformed young man.

Do you take

sugar, Rex?

You won't wait for your tea?

No.

But why?

You can't go like that.

I can.

I can walk on the bandage.

Are you all right?

What is it?

I've got to go.

Oh, no, you...

Oh, yeah, missus.

Put that terrible thing away.

You promised.

I don't want to hurt you.

Get out of the way.

I'm off, right?

On me way.

Leave him nice and quiet, right?

You keep your mouth shut till I'm away.

You gave me a break, now I'm giving

you one, OK?

But...

You haven't...

You say anything to the cops and I'll

come back and carve you, right?

Rex, you promised.

Get away.

Oh, no.

Oh, damn.

No.

He was tempted.

And fell.

And I ask you, Timmy, who wouldn't be

tempted?

Right.

That's him.

That's the kid who stole the milk.

Black jacket, beige strides.

That's him.

You were clean this morning, weren't you?

Bottle of milk.

Crime's crime.

The lady in those flats was right to

report him.

He threw the empty over a wall.

It could have hit someone.

Charmer, isn't he?

All right, sonny.

Well, what happened to your foot, son?

Dorky.

Offensive weapon.

Money.

Gum.

Chewy.

Boot.

One.

And...

What the heck's this?

Well, well.

Here, let's have a look at that, Sarge.

All that from a bottle of milk?

Oh, just check this.

Yes.

You can sit down now, son.

I've never seen any of that stuff.

Wait.

Picked him up in Askin Street.

Sir.

Come on, Sergeant, sit down.

So, you pulled the Sisson's job, eh?

You what?

Oh, come on, son.

This.

This belonged to Lady Sisson in Grosvenor Square.

Where's that?

Mayfair.

Me do a job in Mayfair?

Yes, you.

Why not?

Never.

Tough luck, son.

Start talking.

I've never seen it before.

Try another.

Look, I told you, I've never seen it

before.

I found it in the street.

I was going to hand it in.

You found it in the street?

I remember Lady Sisson wearing this.

And I remember thinking, Timmy, one must have

a nest egg in this uncertain world.

Poor Rex.

All bash and bang, Timmy.

No...

finesse at all.

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