Villain (1971) - full transcript

- Goodnight, Patti.

- Good morning.

Oh, got the keys?

Come on, Benny. I'm tired.

I wanna get home.

How about that?

I wonder how many push-ups

she does every morning.

- That's all you think about.

- '12 shillings, this magazine.'

'Bloody cheats.'

'Wish I had a paper.'

You think he's got

something to eat.

I don't know.

Have a look.

I must have something.

I've only had a bag of chips

since yesterday afternoon.

Here's Benny now.

He can tell you.

- He's picked up a girl.

- That's a pretty bird.

Well, I'd give her one.

What are you doing?

Please leave this place

as you'd expect to find it.

'Vic.'

'Vic.'

- The light's on.

- Good morning.

- What's the game?

- In there.

Don't you stand there,

girl. Come in.

Why don't you go

make a cup of tea?

Hello, Benny.

Look, Vic. Vic..

Oh!

Pick him up.

Pick him up.

Oh!

Oh!

Benny...Benny,

you've been talking too much.

This will help you to get

the chow down quicker.

Please.

Careful, Vic.

Bleeding pigeons.

Hi, there, mom.

- Bought you a nice cup of tea.

- Thank you.

- Good sleep?

- Yeah. Must've done.

- What time is it?

- It's half past eight.

Hmm. You're up early.

Yeah. I had a night out

with the boys.

Looks like it's

gonna be a nice day.

Might go for

a room near the coast.

- Get a breath of sea air.

- Brighton?

- Well, I guess.

- Oh, I'd enjoy it.

Drink your lemon tea

while it's hot.

Morning.

Hello, Tom.

Ha ha ha. How's my

favorite girl at, eh?

She never hugs me like that.

I think she saves them for you.

Her Uncle Tom's

her favorite. Isn't he?

Aren't I your favorite, eh?

Oh, lovely new dress.

It's lovely, that.

You've come to help me

with the gardening?

Benny Thompson

got done last night.

- Is he dead?

- No, poor lad. They cut him.

Here and here,

and most other places.

- Uh...Jill, love.

- Yes?

Ask mummy to make us

a cup of coffee, will you?

- Thank you, darling.

- And some biscuits.

Yeah, they strung him up

like a bleeding cock.

As in hung him

from a window, five stories up.

Benny Thompson. He didn't

give us much, did he?

No, nothing special.

Just gossip.

- Smells like Vic Dakin to me.

- Can't think why he bothered.

I better come in.

Oh, you're alright.

I just dropped by.

Anything to stop

bloody gardening.

Good morning, Vic.

See the match?

How terrible.

They shouldn't have taken

it out. Should they?

He's looking well. Where've you

been, Tommy? South of France?

He's playing very well, eh?

- Weller.

- Yeah. God, give him a drink.

Cheer him up with it.

Yeah. How is Mrs. Dakin

these days?

She's well. Thank you.

Very nice of you to ask.

- Give him a drink.

- Yeah, sure.

Morning, Vic. How you been?

How's mum?

Goodnight on the box tonight.

Donald O' Connor and Vera-Ellen.

What's the score then, Danny?

Bit of aggravation at the club.

'Well, Danny's got

a bit of business.'

Oh, yes?

Well, it's not quite your line,

Vic, but, uh, bit of money.

- How much money?

- Sixty or seventy thousand.

Here you are, boys.

- I'm listening.

- A plastic factory.

Huge place, big payroll.

No armored van.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I know a guy, see? He

works in the wages department.

'Sees the money being delivered

every week while he's there.'

Why's he telling you

about it?

Well, he comes down

to the club, you see.

You know the type.

Pathetic.

'Comes down to the club

most Saturdays.'

Tells his wife

he's seeing football.

- That makes him bent.

- No, no.

He's screwed up by

one of the broads there.

Well, he only wants

to take care of her.

You know what I mean. Well, he's

a bit mental for start.

Bitter, you know, thinks

the world owes him something.

A weirdo.

Worth a paid perk.

Sounds a bit tasty.

Nice of you

to think of us, Danny.

I will think.

- I'll see you.

- Oh, yes.

Well, cheers, Vic.

Anytime, you know.

Yes. Yes.

Uh, no need to collect

off Danny for a couple of weeks.

Reward initiative.

Well, I don't know.

It's not our sort of, well,

I mean it's not your sort..

Well, what I mean is

a bit of robbery these days..

Well, I mean...you can't tell.

We're being very erudite today,

aren't we?

Bit of blazing eloquence there.

Give me the keys.

I'll take mum for a run.

See if you can find Wolfe.

I wanna talk to him.

I wanna see what he's up to.

It's just a favor, love.

Yes, well, I don't like

some of your favors.

Look, we'll take a nice drive

in the country, right?

Fresh air, posh house,

lovely way to spend a Sunday.

And who's going to be there?

Some friends of mine.

You've just got to be

nice to them.

You know it's important

to me, love.

And you'll meet a nice type

of person. Generous as well.

He's got his own plane.

Land in the back garden, goes to

Scotland, shoots his own deer.

Yes, it has a certain

style about it.

Some place though, isn't it?

Fit for a king.

The baths

are undoubtedly freezing.

The rich don't need bathrooms.

Wolfe, I'm so glad

you could come. How terrific.

Hello, Vivian.

This is Venetia.

- Hello, Venetia.

- Hello.

Look, we're all drinking

in here, so come on through.

I do wish you'd been

down here last night.

Some lovely faces came down.

Anyway, please circulate. I'll

organize some champagne for you.

And do help yourself

to what you want.

Fine.

- Who is she?

- Sshh. Cut it out.

He's only a marquis, isn't he.

Influencing friends

and making people.

- Thank you, squires.

- Oh, thank you.

Cheers.

- I know his face, don't I?

- Should do.

You've seen it

often enough on the telly.

Stirring the conscience

of the nation. He's an MP.

'I wouldn't vote him

member of parliament.'

'It's not your vote he's after.'

Hello, Wolfe.

Venetia, this is

Gerald Draycott.

- Hello, Venetia.

- Hello.

'Vivian tells me

you're not staying, Wolfe.'

What do you mean

you're not staying?

I've got to get back.

Got things to do.

I'll take your car, okay?

Someone will give you

a lift back in the morning.

Yes. I'm going back myself.

Got things to do, pet.

- You are a louse, Wolfe.

- What can I do?

What a shame.

Still, I hope you might enter

into the spirit of things,

Venetia. Hmm?

Hello, boy.

- Hello, Wolfe.

- Hello, Ken.

Did your friends find you?

Friends?

What friends?

Yes, two of them asking for you

about, about an hour ago.

Hey.

You're just gonna

take him for a walk?

I'm going down

to The Potter for a drink.

Bring him upstairs.

I've got something for him.

Okay. Come on.

Terry. Duncan.

Sshh, boy. Sshh.

Well, what's the scene?

Vic's missed you, Wolfe.

He wants to see you.

Just friendly like.

He's very fond of you, Wolfe.

Well, how's his mum?

Is she okay?

Alright. Mustn't grumble,

Wolfie boy.

Gettin' old.

You know what I mean?

He wants to see you.

Well, I'll give him

a call, alright?

Right.

What's your name?

Kenneth.

That's a nice dog

you got there, Ken.

A friend of mine

had one like it.

He got run over.

A few times.

What was all that about then?

Nothing to worry about.

Just couple of friends I met.

Come on.

I'll give you that meat, eh?

Okay.

I'm back.

You might have put

the kettle on.

What do you want?

Cheddar cheese or ham?

- Uh..

- I told you to stay at home.

You could've been still

in your garden.

I was going to do it last week,

but it poured.

The girl didn't say

anything, sir.

Well, you're a very

lucky lad, constable.

No, sir. I mean Benny Thompson's

girlfriend, sir.

She said she came home

and found him there.

What, at six o'clock

in the morning?

What about Thompson?

He's still on the critical list.

Oh, he'll live, just.

But he'll live.

Alright, Len, thanks.

Would Dakin be there himself?

Be there himself?

He'd have done it himself.

He'd have enjoyed it.

Doesn't give a damn, you know.

Helps him to relax. Do you know

what he does on a Sunday, Tom?

If it's fine, he takes his mum

down to Brighton

walks around the seafront,

up the pier

buys a plate of whelks, then

drives home at 30 miles an hour

so she doesn't get hiccups.

He can't be all bad then,

can he?

- I brought you some Earl tea.

- Yes, thank you, dear.

- I didn't want the biscuits.

- Oh, sure you did.

Well, I'm off to bed.

It's been a long day.

- I did enjoy it.

- Yes, so did I, so did I.

Well, God bless.

- Goodnight. God bless, son.

- Goodnight, sweetheart.

How are you, Danny?

Nice weekend?

I gotta pack this in,

Mr. Matthews.

Benny Thompson.

Oh, Benny. Benny was flashy.

He bragged a bit too much.

Not like you, Danny.

- You use a bit of common sense.

- Not funny, is it though?

Occupational hazard, isn't it?

- Pardon?

- You're a stoolie, Danny.

'And informers

don't pack it in.'

I've got these off, haven't I?

Or I'll never last the distance.

I'll tell you, if I can get

a good year at the club

I'd chuck everything in.

Sell it.

Go abroad in the sun.

Spain. Will that do much good?

What's Dakin doing?

'Apart from

carving up croquettes.'

I don't know, do I?

When do I see Dakin?

- You pay him protection money.

- 'He's crazy.'

He's a psychopath.

A few years ago, when he was

small-town, just a bouncer

down at the clubs,

do you know what he'd done?

'He tied this pimp

to a lamppost and cut off--'

Yes, I know.

You're going to need...money.

For Spain, Danny.

- Hello, how was he?

- Quiet.

They'll all be shit scared

for a couple of weeks.

Oh, he did recommend

SilverMine the 3:30 at Sandown.

Oh, come on.

He must be joking.

Diabolical, this traffic.

See that mad bugger?

Go on, get out of here.

'That's the bank.'

Got a hard on, have you?

Bloody drive.

Time us to the factory.

Just want a rough idea.

Then we'll time them out

and when they next pick up.

'There it is.'

Pull up at that phone box.

Go and make a phone call, Terry.

Who to?

Your fairy-sodding-godmother.

I don't know.

Go and make a phone call.

My godmother?

So it appears that we three

are loitering here with intent

to commit a telephone call.

- Fancy living here.

- Oh, nice and quiet.

Stupid punters.

Telly all the week,

screw the wife on Saturday.

'What do you reckon, Vic?'

Looks sweet enough.

- Out of order.

- Hooligans.

Lot to find out.

What cars, how many people,

what day

how they carry the greens.

That geese

in the wages department

I'd like to have

a chat with him.

I'm a clerk and a clerk,

Mr. Bellamy, is nothing now.

Of course, before the war,

he was important.

He gave the orders.

He could rise to 400 a year.

A modest sedan

by the time he was 40.

Your working man stayed at

3 quid a week.

Not now. My wife knows it.

She said to our kids, "You won't

be a failure like your father."

Sounds a right cow.

- We need lots of details.

- Yes, of course.

Forty six and married to work.

I'm human.

I want a bit of love, see?

Not content.

Girls. Things I've missed.

- I found one though. Nice girl.

- Good. Good.

We'll get you some money,

you can buy some nice things.

Well, who cares about the firm?

They turn over millions.

Don't think I'll talk,

Mr. Bellamy.

You'll get the wind up

and go to the law.

If they get it, I'll enjoy

every minute of it.

Could you draw us a diagram of

where the wages department is?

Yes, of course, of course.

I've worked there 17 years.

Filling in silly little forms

and pink carbon copies.

I want to know all about cars

and pickups and people.

Varies.

You've got four weeks to do it.

Why?

They're waiting delivery

of an armored van.

'They'll have it then.'

Oh.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, sir.

And goodnight, gentlemen.

Alright, here we go again.

Thank you, Wolfe,

for the weekend.

She was marvelous

when she got started--

Spare me the organ recital.

- What?

- Spare me the organ recital.

Now, that's very nice.

That is nice.

- Do you know her?

- By sight.

How do I meet her?

Ask for it, but piss off,

will you?

Thompson just worked here.

I was his employer,

not his guardian.

You'd have known something about

your employee's personal lives.

No reason to.

As long as they have

no criminal records.

As long as they're courteous,

honest, and well groomed.

We take great care with the type

of clientele we have here.

And what type is that?

Distinguished.

Hmm. Like the well known

East End sporting personality.

Mr. Dakin never gambles

actually.

He comes here

for our excellent restaurant.

And to collect the insurance.

- I don't quite follow you.

- Bulls, Mr. Barzun.

Frank, my handsome.

How are you?

Fine, Vic.

You're looking fit.

Oh, feel fine.

Feel fine.

You know Ed Lowis.

Yes.

- How was Mr. Barzun?

- His usual well-groomed self.

- Dakin's here, you know.

- Yes. I saw him.

- Get him the big hello.

- You know who he's with?

Frank Fletcher

and this other fellow.

Lowis, isn't it?

Hmm.

Summit conference.

I'll just have

a couple of poached eggs.

Poached eggs? Poached eg..

What're you doing

with poached eggs?

They got one of the best

French menus.

Can't help it.

I've got this ulcer.

Needs food every two hours.

Comes from worrying, eh, Ed.

Frank, reason

why I called you

we got a bit of business,

but it's in your manor.

'I thought it'd be nice

to let you know.'

Nice business?

Well, a big payroll.

Be good drinkin' it for you.

How much you think

you'll take, Vic?

Well, let's say 60-70,000.

Hmm. It's quite a take.

Well, since it's in my manor,

how about putting my boys on it?

Well, I don't know your boys,

do I? I mean, I got my own boys.

'I got my own people

to look after, Frank.'

Frank has a reliable firm too,

you know, Vic.

That's not the point.

I don't know them, do I?

You know me, Vic.

And Ed.

I know he's your brother-in-law.

I guarantee Eddie.

Alright.

Tell you what I'll do

I'll take two boys..

...you two.

Us? Come on, Vic, come on.

We don't crap on our own hands.

Frank, we're doing alright,

aren't we?

We're both kings of our castles,

aren't we?

You got that

little semi out in Epsom

but you won't keep it if you sit

in front of the telly..

...delegating.

'If it is big enough

and good enough'

you'd do it yourself.

'Cause you know why 'cause

nobody else can do it better.

- Thank you, my son.

- There are some cops here.

That's important filth,

that's regional crime squad.

Well, worried about being seen

in bad company?

No. But I know what it means.

You know what the word is, Vic?

They say Matthews has just got

the one piece of work.

He doesn't have to bother

with prostitution or dope.

He's just got the one job.

You.

Take it easy, Edgar.

It might perforate your ulcer.

Hello, Vicky.

What you doing?

Playing with yourself.

Excuse me.

What are you so nervous about?

Got a hangover from your

last kinky weekend, have you?

Please..

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic,

that's what you are.

Pathetic.

Get out of here.

So what's he doing here?

He's an MP, isn't he?

I mean, the whole country

looks up to him, right?

So what's he doing here?

Gambling, whoring, boozing.

Can't even wash his hands

when he goes to the bowl.

Makes you think, doesn't it?

Why did your firm

cut up Benny Thompson?

Who is he?

I don't know what

you're hoping to achieve

except perhaps an orgasm.

Don't be a burke all your life.

Take a day off, sergeant.

Inspector.

Oh, it's come through, has it?

That's nice.

Bit more

on your widow's pension.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Bob

- See you in the morning.

- Righto.

Oh, come on.

Bob.

I met our son downstairs.

I left you a sandwich.

Brian's just come back.

Do you know it's 3 o'clock

in the morning?

I'm fast asleep.

I'm just trying to tell you

our son's been out

half the night.

And who the hell is Brenda?

His girlfriend.

'Mommy.'

Oh.

'Mommy.'

Alright. I'm coming.

The whole household is awake.

'Mommy.'

What's the matter?

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Hi, Wolfe.

I ain't seen you for a bit.

Know what I lost a bit tonight,

Joe. Think you can help me?

Are you, uh, carrying?

Two thousand red ones

in the car.

- Right. Well, fetch it, man.

- Yeah?

Some of the kids are feeling a

bit brittle, know what I mean?

Come on, Wolfie.

No messing around.

Terry.

- Duncan.

- In the front.

- See you later, Joe.

- 'Yeah.'

Close the door, Wolfie.

I was gonna call, Vic.

But, uh..

I, uh..

...I lost a bit of money.

Had to do a bit of dealing.

Back to that, are you?

It's a bit sordid.

No ties, Vic.

What did I do?

Keep you in a lead?

I used to give you

hundred a week.

- Flash car, good clothes.

- I know.

You didn't have to push paupers

at four in the morning

to small timers, did you?

Did you?

No.

Bit sordid.

The boys told me

you asked about mum.

Very nice of you.

Nice of you, Wolfie.

No more hustling.

Sordid.

Not too much noise.

Unh!

I'll take you up

to town tomorrow.

And get you some good suits.

How's it going?

Very nice.

Thank you.

'This is Clarks.

This is the factory.'

'Now, here we go then.'

'That's them.'

'Frank's car following from

the back overtakes them.'

By the time they get there

Lowis comes along here.

Boxed in.

We come up here.

Boxed in and buggered.

What is it?

Toys, Vic.

Just toys.

What is it, Frank?

What's the matter?

I got to say it,

we got doubts.

Feelings.

We've seen the turf. I know

it looks like a walk-in, but..

But what?

It's not our game, it is, Vic?

Robbery is not our way.

People like the Jock

and Billy Feather

that's their game.

Armed robbery

Even Billy's got clobbered.

Fifteen years.

Tragic.

Two lovely kids he's got.

And old Tom's got your mark,

Vic. Like a bleedin' hor--

I was talking to

Frank, wasn't I?

Look, Vic, I just don't

want to be reckless.

Frank.

Frank.

We're the boys, aren't we?

Aren't we the boys?

Always have been.

Ever since we were kids.

Hardly got off our mother's tit

when we had 'em

quaking down in Hackney.

Should've seen him go.

Set him alive,

didn't you, my son?

Be your age, Vic. We were kids

then. Got away with blue murder.

Got away with it.

That's the point, Frank.

Always did, Always have.

Knew how to do it. Took care.

But now we gotta take

even more care. We got to.

We got homes, we got families

to think of, dependents, Frank.

So we can't afford

to be reckless

like a bunch of bleedin'

billiard old cowboys.

We're the governors, Frank.

Aren't we the governors?

Terry, get the lads a drink.

We'll all have a drink.

Come on, Edgar.

You can have a whiskey

in your milk.

I can't think of that.

Well, never mind

about that.

Webb.

Now, tomorrow is Wednesday.

Hey, Wolfe.

Wolfe. Can I have word?

Come on.

Just want a word, you know.

- Afternoon.

- Afternoon.

What's all the...

what's the problem about?

What's all the

rough stuff about?

- Alright.

- What's the rough stuff for?

What's the matter?

Do you bruise easy?

What you lookin' for?

What're you gonna find?

Never know till we look.

C'mon, that's not my game.

I'm not a dream merchant.

No, we know

what your game is.

You get people anything.

Young boys, call girls,

whippings, professional virgins.

Look, can you--

How do you smoke

these things?

I'm a nice Jewish boy, alright.

A nice Jewish peasant boy.

There is not much

delinquency among the Jews

'cause of

the family life.

We survive, that's all.

Oh, you survive.

That's what you're good at.

in and out without

getting your feet wet..

...up until now.

What's wrong with now?

You're a very good friend...

..of Dakin's.

Dangerous.

Pack it in

before it's too late.

Do you self a favor.

Or do you want,

is that it?

You might be in a

position to, you might...

..be able to tell us something.

You know where we live.

You can't be serious, sir.

I could get shot

just talking to you.

That's a great way

to survive, that is.

Can I go now?

- What about this?

- Oh, yeah.

He hasn't a chance.

Here you are, son.

Pikey here will never

stay the course.

Hello.

- Well, what's the matter?

- Tell him what's the matter.

They're already goin'

on strike, they are.

- Who?

- Bleedin' clocks.

- Oh.

- What for?

I don't know.

I'm not a mind reader.

Maybe they want folks

in the bicycle shirts. Why?

It's a bleedin' outrage,

the workers.

No wonder this country's

economy is in the shit.

A lovely bit of nonsense.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

- You realize, Vic--

- It helps the gut ache.

By the time

the strike's over

they'll have the bleeding

armored van.

Yes, yes.

Unless of course,

we do it tomorrow.

- Why me?

- 'It's bit of a rush.'

What about the murders?

- Can do.

- Alright.

They didn't pick up today,

they have to pick up tomorrow.

If we don't do tomorrow, we

might as well forget about it.

Right, Frank?

Very nice car, Terry.

Very good steel.

Wouldn't mind one myself.

Buy one yourself tomorrow.

They're there.

Want one?

What flavor?

Super fruit.

Yeah, I'll have one.

What's the time?

It's just 11:00.

Watch your tea break.

Perfect.

He's bloody late.

Balls, he's right

on the button.

Big. Big tough lads.

From the local rugby club.

Yeah.

Well, it'll be short

on Saturday.

Hang on.

Don't push it.

Plenty of time.

Wipe the wheel.

Okay.

Alright, this is it.

Hold tight.

Go.

Let's go!

They're on to us.

Come on, come on,

get past him.

C'mon, you child.

C'mon you, get in front.

Go, move it!

Brown, you'll fuck it.

Stay there!

'Terry.'

We've got to get out of here.

There it is.

Take it easy. You'll

bloody kill us all.

Don't speak with

your mouth full.

Crazy going into town

like this.

Put your face down.

You got claret all over it.

Nothing like a flat tire to make

you feel being conspicuous.

- Wanna have a chat about it?

- Well, it's buggered, Vic.

So we get another car,

don't we?

Excuse me, as you can see,

my friend is sick and..

...we've got a bit a problem.

I wonder if you could uh..

- Did you get a look at 'em?

- Yeah.

Alright, you two,

get out.

We can't transfer the stuff

here, it's like rush hour.

I'm bloody dying.

He's losing a lot of claret.

Look, Dakin, we got to

get him to a doctor.

Needle it.

You take this car.

Meet us tonight.

Bring the money with you.

All the money.

Come on, Terry.

Are we having

dinner later?

Love, I've got things

to do, people to see.

- What people?

- Just people, people.

Oh, so that's why we're

making love at 6 o'clock.

It's as good a time as any.

- 'Oh, thanks.'

- Can I..

Can I do anything?

That's alright, love.

You do enough as it is.

'Yeah.'

Why else would I put up

with a shit like you?

Yeah, well, I must

have something.

'Energy.'

- Well, doesn't everybody?

- Not the spastics I meet.

You mean the sort of geezers

you'd call first class fellows?

Oh, that crowd. Just because

I get a quick feel

and can do a four-wheel drift

in a Mini Cooper.

'That he would have approved

to Draycott though.'

'They belong

to the same club.'

Oh, don't talk

about Draycott.

No more favors, eh, love?

Alright, just the one.

Take your hat off, will ya?

Thank you.

Oh no.

Oh, don't answer

the door, don't.

I can't, Patt.

No, you're out.

Things to do,

people to see.

Vic.

I thought you said

about 10 o'clock.

So what? A bit early.

Don't worry about it.

Well, uh..

You want some drinks?

Oh. Have a cup of tea.

- Anybody else here?

- Huh?

Anybody else here?

A girl.

Just a girl, Vic.

'He was having a party, Vic.'

Oh, she's nothing, Vic.

She's just a high class

piece of ass.

I rang you, didn't I, Wolfe?

Told you I had friends.

Things to discuss, you know.

Things in confidence.

- Vic, honestly, I--

- Get her outta here!

Get her outta here.

before my colleagues arrive.

- Good evening, Mrs. Lowis.

- What do you want?

- Where's Edgar?

- He's not here.

Oh, yes indeed, he is.

Come on, Edgar.

You might as well come

inside. It's warmer there.

You haven't finished

your milk.

- How's your tum, Edgar?

- You're not helpin' it any.

Oh, you'll get

indigestion

if you swallowed your

Wheaties too quickly.

I'm supposed to avoid

anxiety and aggravation.

Any doctor

will tell you that.

You shouldn't go to

work on an egg, Edgar.

Your prints were all over,

there's egg shells.

Well, it's not

ketchup, is it, love?

What's all these, Edgar?

Cut yourself shaving, did you?

'Ed's been here.

He's been here all day.'

And Frankie Fletcher's

upstairs with a sour head.

Edgar! Oh my god!

Edgar. He's having

one of his attacks.

'Don't just stand there.

Can't you see he's ill?'

Does he often get tooth ache?

'Edgar.'

Next time you have

one of your attacks

do remember not to

fall hands first.

'Knock it off.'

Hello, yes. No,

he's not here. So sorry.

Err, I mean he's ill.

You want to leave

a message?

Alright, what is it?

Some fella answered.

First, some women.

Probably Lowis's Mistress.

And this fella said

he wasn't there.

Maybe, he's,

he's on his way over.

No, no, he's

over an hour late.

Well, I don't know.

Would it be the law?

Well, it wouldn't be

the boy scouts, would it?

Maybe they crossed us, Vic.

No, no. Frank

wouldn't do it.

Lowis hasn't got the guts.

If they don't call up,

it would seem..

I mean, I don't really know

how to think of it. All for--

I won't strain myself

thinking if I was you.

Just found out there

has been a pinch.

Lie low.

Shut up, and wait.

Yeah.

Call Wolfe if you wanna find me.

He'll know where I am.

Well, Wolfe.

Can I help, Vic?

Yes, yes. I want an alibi.

Something good.

Not just like "He was here

all day playing poker."

You know, something good,

something really good.

Huh? Something good.

Wolfe.

Whose frightened?

Hello, miss.

We met before.

Wait in the car.

I'd rather wait

and have a cup of tea.

She's got the message. Right?

Now, is it Patricia

or is it Patt?

Patti.

I'm sorry, love,

I can't hear you.

Patti.

Patti.

Don't panic, Patti.

There's nothing to worry about.

I'm not a hard case.

- Do you want a cigarette?

- I don't.

Very sensible.

How's Binney?

He won't let me see him.

He says, you know,

for my sake, best not to..

I never said anything.

Oh, I wouldn't. Not a word.

Very sensible.

Quit your job,

haven't you?

Quit your job..

...living here.

You're scared witless.

Bet your scared to go to

the super market. Right, Patti?

I hate this place,

but it's safer, I thought.

You're off the hook.

Haven't got a worry

in the world.

Live happily ever after.

Just one small favor.

What do you

want me to do?

Well, it..

Sit down, love, will you?

There's this marquis.

And he gives parties

for his friends

down at the old stately mansion.

Whore sorts.

Straights, freaks.

And I supply him with..

'..new faces.'

You mean, girls?

Mostly, but not exclusively.

It takes all sorts.

'Sounds disgusting.'

Degenerate.

But at least,

they do it in comfort.

Now, listen, love.

I'm offering you a weekend of

gracious living in the country.

Butler at the door

clothes all laid out

for breakfast.

All the trimmings,

but not strictly kosher.

It's just for once,

and it doesn't hurt.

How's this a favor

for you and the others?

Well that, girl, is something

you need never know.

Hello, Mr. Bellamy.

Enjoying yourself?

I suppose, isn't it?

Can I have a little

chat with you?

What's the matter?

Uh, I-I just want

to go to the lavatory.

Can I buy you a drink?

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

When you come back.

I haven't said anything.

I wouldn't.

I mean, you have

no worries from me

from this end.

No, I'm sure

I have, Mr. Brown.

I...just want to press

upon you not to, uh..

...get too silly, you know.

Not to do anything heroic.

Oh, you know me.

No fear.

Yeah.

Just wanted to, uh..

...press it upon you.

Here's a couple of centries.

Try the Manhattan Club

in Greenfield.

Or the Sunburn Hills.

For 20 quid,

they'll do anything.

Enjoy yourself.

Oh god..

What's happening?

The day is happening.

Day shouldn't happen

until noon.

Not until an extremely..

...large, and extremely

spicy Bloody Mary.

Do you have any aspirin?

Must get something

for the head.

'You alright?'

'You didn't enjoy it

last night, did you?'

You joined in the games,

but you..

...you didn't enjoy it,

did you?

Doesn't matter.

It does, to me.

You married?

Huh?

Yes.

'Family?'

I have a daughter.

She's about...

About my age?

It's a bit early in

the morning to have a..

...soul searching

discussion, isn't it?

'Rather get back to sleep.'

There you are,

Mrs. Dakin.

Prawns and cockles,

fresh in today.

Thank you.

Cover your shoulders up, mom.

It's gettin' a bit nippy.

Thank you.

Having a lovely time,

wish we here?

What do you want?

How do you do, Mrs. Dakin?

Enjoying the air?

Yes. Lucky in the weather.

Especially for

the time of year.

Subtle, aren't you, copper?

Subtle as a bleedin' air-raid.

- What's all this crap?

- You want in front of mum, Vic?

Old funneled. Alright.

- Victor Dakin, I must caution--

- Alright, that'll do.

Mum, got some business.

Duncan'll take you back to town.

Drive carefully.

Morning.

Well, go on, Mrs. Dakin.

Eat up.

There's plenty more

where that came from.

Nice feeling, isn't it?

All warm and nice inside.

I mean, you've got

an audience.

Look, all these poor people

watching Vic Dakin

being taken in.

Time me face things, my son.

Well, make the most of it.

I mean, this is what it's about.

This is what you sweat for.

This is what you work for.

Your wife will be delighted.

It'll make up for

that fridge she hasn't got.

The fridge is alright.

It's a new lawn motor.

You can't see the nose

in front of your face.

The last thing I want

is a foot tall our imagination.

I don't want to be

confused by excuses.

I don't want to know

who's fault it is.

We're a very narrow-minded lot,

us coppers.

We wanna catch villains.

If I ever do have any doubts

you'd bark them

right out the window.

I don't know

what you'd do without me.

Well, if I do get this

talk to your group

I only hope they turn out to be

half as charming as you are.

Excuse me, sir.

This is urgent I believe.

Oh, will you

excuse me a minute?

On the other hand, whether

I am qualified to talk on..

- This is the man.

- Alright. Come along.

Not bad for a boxed-brownie

though, eh?

I mean, considering

the lighting and everything.

Caused a few raised eyebrows

at the camera shop.

Hey, you should see the movie.

Got an offer from Denmark.

Look, I can't help..

I can't help Dakin.

Gerald Dracyott.

M.P., full of noble causes.

You used to march with the kids,

but now you tires easy

so he just sleeps with 'em.

It's just a girl.

Can't be used against me.

Oh, no, not just a girl.

Benny Thompson's girlfriend.

Can't you just see

the columns?

Gang war victim's

girlfriend and M.P.

Constituents the man probe.

Wolfe, I can't help Dakin.

Not this time.

Don't be silly, Gerald.

Alibi? I don't believe it.

What alibi?

We don't even get him

into court.

Why not?

Because he has friends

in high places, Tom.

You can buy yourself

out of anything with money

in this bloody country.

He's been identified.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Better start growing up.

Where do you put him

against a testimony

of a distinguished member

of the parliament?

I know Mr. Dakin through

various charity organizations.

'We are both among

the sponsors of a film'

'on mentally

handicapped children.'

Last Thursday, we had

a private screening of that film

and afterward, we had a drink

and lunch at the Riore Club.

But anyway,

all this you've written down.

I don't see why I have to go

through it again with you.

Because I don't believe

a blind word of it, that's why.

That isn't your official view

I gather, Mr..

I take it, you are

acting independently.

'I'm sure the chief

superintendent'

'doesn't know of your visit.'

There's a lot of things

the chief superintendent

doesn't know about.

He has to think in broad

concepts, and go by the book.

But I'm right down here

at ground level.

I know all the sorted details.

You're in big trouble, Draycott.

I don't know, money, greed,

lust, or sheer bloody terror

but you've been guttered.

Now, look here--

And if I break that alibi,

you and your position

'and your privileges

and your committees'

are up shit creek.

Mom?

Mom?

Come on, let's get you

up a bit.

Up.

Wolfe, get over here.

She's gone, Wolfe.

I need you.

I need you, Wolfe.

Man that is born of a woman

has but a short time to live

and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is

cut down like a flower.

He fearth as it were a shadow

and never continueth

in one's day.

'In the midst of life,

we are in debt'

'of whom may we seek for succor

but if thee, oh Lord'

'Who for our sins

are justly displeased.'

Yet, Oh Lord God, most holy,

Oh Lord, most mighty

oh, holy and most

merciful savior

deliver us not into the pit

of pains of eternal death.

'Thou knowest Lord

the secrets of our hearts.'

'Shut not thy merciful ears

to our prayer.'

Wolfe?

Wolfe.

Hello, darling.

Oh, I see.

Bad moment.

Well, you shouldn't have let me

have a key, should you, love?

Makes a girl

feel special, a key.

Get out of here, slag!

'Better go, Venetia.'

Will you get out?

'You forgot your shopping.'

She's nothing.

B-bit of a bang, that's all.

I don't like that, Wolfe.

Don't like that.

Stay with me.

You're the only one left.

Don't leave me.

'Tsk tsk tsk.

Dear me.'

Dear me.

Dear, dear me.

What has happened here?

It happened during the night.

Now, who could've done this?

Well, hooligans, I expect.

Well, kids nowadays.

Read the papers.

Drugs, demonstrations.

Should never have

abolished national service.

You call the police?

- Well, no, I didn't.

- I should do, shouldn't you?

You pay your raise, don't you?

You call the police.

That's what they're there for.

Well, Mrs. Lowis,

how's Edgar?

I don't know

where that money is.

Well, I just want you

to let him know

that the lads were

concerned, you know.

That he was being

thought about.

You know what I mean?

You can't blame him

for not saying.

Fifteen years

he might get.

Poor man's gotta have

something to look forward to.

Fifteen year, fifteen years.

Yes, long time.

It's a long time.

He might come out

a widower.

Lowis is sick.

We're gonna have to move him out

of prison to a civil hospital.

Hmm, dangerous.

I'm certain Dakin

hasn't got the money.

And Edgar's been getting

a lot of visitors.

I think you and you men

better take charge.

Keep an eye on things,

just in case.

Dakin might have a try.

'Well, we better make damn sure

that he doesn't hear about it.'

A bloke I know came out

of prison yesterday.

He got this from

someone else, and told me.

Get on with it.

Well, he told me

they'd be moving Lowis.

'Cause he's very ill.

Sick in the gut.

This bloke says

he's getting worse.

Bringing up blood.

So he's moving

to a city hospital.

St. Peter's West.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

"Doesn't look well at all,"

the man said.

You know, emergency.

What makes you think

I'd be interested

in the welfare of Mr. Lowis?

Well, you know, Vic.

You always like to know

what's going on.

Yes. Yes.

I'll send him a get well card.

Here.

- Get yourself a Guinness.

- Thanks.

Must find out

the visiting hours.

Leave well alone, Vic.

Have to get the heavy mob.

Get some of the lads down

from New Castle.

Yeah. Mathews.

It's Danny.

I told him.

I don't know if he bought it,

but I told him.

Thanks very much.

Take care.

'Come on, Bob.'

Who's driving this thing?

Stirling bloody Moss.

What's the pissin' rush?

Tom.

I should think they'd wait

a couple of days

to get the lay of the land.

But you never tell

with these madmen.

Look uh, I don't want any

civilians in this section.

You can dress the lads up

as nurses.

You don't want

any civis hurt, eh?

- Right.

- Okay.

And tell them.

Now, Tom.

Tell them, there's no time

for gold medals. So, no heroics.

Righty-o.

You'll have to wait a few

moments. Please take a seat.

And would you fill in one

of those white cards, please?

Oh miss. Is there

a toilet around here?

Yes, down the corridor.

Where you going to?

Did you enjoy your cup-a-tea?

Put him in there, Jordy.

What's happenin'?

Webb. What's goin' on?

Vic thinks you should

have a second opinion.

Alright, move him.

Do something!

Do something, laddy.

Don't worry..

'Listen here.'

They've made the switch.

He's with Webb.

- Get my jacket.

- They said it was easy, Vic.

- A singe.

- Well planned, wasn't it?

Maybe it's too easy,

maybe it's a set up.

You'll need the queen

to get you out of this one.

Get my jacket, Wolfe.

I think it's going to be

a lovely day.

Hey, look.

This isn't my scene,

I might screw it up.

- I shouldn't be here.

- I want you with me.

Come on.

- How's the patient?

- He'll live.

You wanna bank on that?

Get up.

Get up!

Well, he doesn't seem glad

to see us, does he?

I mean, there's no enthusiasm.

We sprung you, didn't we?

Aren't you glad to be out?

I mean, where's the gratitude?

Where's your gratitude?

I'm sick, Vic.

They were gonna operate.

I'll operate.

If you don't tell me where

that money is in ten seconds..

...I'll open you out.

Where is it?

It's over here.

One of these arches.

Wolfe, come with me.

I want you.

Must be outta

your bleedin' mind.

I had to, Vic.

I had to get Frank

to the doctor.

I thought

the law might be on us.

I was gonna pick it up

on the way to the fly-dock.

Of all the bastard

places in London.

Get in there!

- Get on in there!

- Yes, Vic.

- Where is it?

- Here, Vic.

Show me.

I wanna see it!

It's all different, Vic.

Must be another one.

Well, we'll find it, won't we?

Vic!

Vic, it's the law!

Vic!

Vic, it's the law there.

'You've been set up.'

By you.

You festering pig.

'No, Vic. No.'

Please. No, Vic.

'Please.'

No, Vic.

Wolfe!

Wolfe!

Wolfe.

- Wolfe, come on. We can--

- Go on. Get away!

- Wolfe, I need you!

- You blew it!

- You blew it all!

- I need you..

See them?

'Them?'

'And them?'

You can't be frightening

all of them.

Not all the time.

Why not?

You call 'em poor slops.

We call them witnesses.

You know, if I looked

at one of them

they'd piss in their pants.

Because I'm Vic Dakin!

Used to be.

And who are you?

What do you do?

Keeping Britain clean

on 30 quid a week?

Respect?

Respect, you don't know

what it is!

Unless you're Vic Dakin.

Tell him somebody, tell him!

Hundred witnesses.

There's only twelve men

on the jury.

You remember that.

Only twelve men on the jury.

Who are you looking at?