Minder (1979–1994): Season 2, Episode 10 - The Old School Tie - full transcript

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Three days, Terry,
three whole bloody days.

I suppose, you gonna tell me
your phone was on the blink?

I'm not gonna tell you
anything.

Oh! That's nice!

Here I am working myself to death
trying to get you gainful employment

and you're off out of town without a
dicky bird.

- It's confidential.
- Don't be funny.



I'm Arthur. Remember?

I'm the fella who keeps you supplied
sovs to stop you straying.

You don't have nothing
confidential from me.

Well, if it was down to me,
I'd tell you but it isn't.

I promised to keep schtum.

- Promised who?
- The bloke I was working for.

You mean
you've been doing a job?

- Yeah.
- Well... Well... Where's the wages?

No, there aren't any wages.
It was a favour.

No wa...? Right,
I'm subbing you for this month's rent.

- Them new tyres on your motor.
- Here we go.

- That flash cassette thing.
- I know. I know.

You are in to me for £200, Terry.
And I want to know when I can see it.

- When I get the readies.
- Oh, yeah?



And who's going to rustle up
these 'readies' for you?

- You, Arthur.
- Yeah, well, don't forget that.

Don't go swanning off
doing favours for other people

while you've still got an overdraft.

He who pays the piper calls
the tune.

Do what?

You are my piper, young Terence.
And don't you forget that.

I'm not having you going off playing
other fellas' music for free.

Oh, right.

- Nah, that's it.
- That's what?

Don't worry,
you'll get your money.

- But after that... finished.
- What do you mean 'finished'?

From now on,
I'll get my own jobs.

And you can find someone
who won't do anything for nothing.

Modern bloody generation,
you're all the same.

Give them a leg to stand on
and they use it to kick it up your ass.

George?

Oh. Hello, Terry.

Haven't lost your touch
with the old locks.

Not lost my touch with these
neither.

Too much green in your spectrum.

Should be OK now.

Terrific.
What do I owe you?

Erm...
Got a beer, have you?

Course I have.
Come here.

- There you go.
- Ta.

- So, when did you get out?
- Yesterday.

What you doing here?

Well, I can't go home.
They'll be watching it.

- You're not playing truant, are you?
- Yeah.

Hold on. I thought you were due out
this year some time.

Three months.
I had three months to go.

Three months?
You're round the twist, son.

I mean, you've already done what?
Four years.

Well,
three and a half.

But I've thought about this
all the time I was inside.

- It's the only way.
- The only way to what?

Prove I was fitted up
for that diamond job.

Get people to start asking
questions.

It's a long time ago.
Who's gonna be interested?

They will be when they
see it's in the papers.

They're gonna ask why I put myself
in shtook so near the end of my bird.

There can only be
one reason for that.

Cos you left your brains
behind in the nick.

Cos three years
hasn't made no difference.

I'm saying what I said at the trial.
The Old Bill put me in the frame.

For the diamond robbery,
yeah.

There were plenty of blaggings
you could have been done for.

That's not the point.

The point is I've done three years
for something that wasn't down to me.

What's Olive gonna think?
She'll go spare.

Well, I thought maybe...

you'd explain to her.

She'd take notice of you, Terry.

About the only bloke from school
she'd take any notice of.

She still fancies you too,
I reckon.

All right. I'll talk to her
but you can't stay here.

The Old Bill are bound to know
we're mates.

Hold on.
That might be the Old Bill.

If they haven't got a warrant,
I'll stall them, all right?

Bedroom.

- Hello, Deb.
- Hello, Tel.

Mind if I crash here
for a couple of days?

What's wrong with your drum?

Landlord's on at me to do
a private strip for him.

He's had another key cut.

I can't go back
till I've changed the locks.

Er... Well... It's not really
very easy at the moment, Debbie.

Got another bird?
Oh, I don't mind.

- I'll kip on the floor.
- No. No. It's nothing like that.

- It's all right.
- Hold on. Hold on.

Yeah. Er... George, Debbie.
Debbie, George.

- Nice to meet you.
- Likewise, I'm sure.

George just popped in
to mend my telly.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Just checking the aerial.

The only thing is, he's doing
a bit of moonlighting from his firm.

And... if anybody found out,
he could get into trouble so...

If anybody asks,
not that they should, but...

- If they did, you haven't seen him.
- An invisible mender?

It's all right, Terry. I can't see a thing
without my contact lenses.

Nice implements, Arthur.

Very nice.

I hope they didn't get damaged
in the fall.

- Fall?
- Off the back of the lorry.

Oh, please.
Look, Mr Rycott.

Do me a favour.
Don't make jokes like that.

One or two of your colleagues
might get the wrong impression.

Made in Hong Kong,
I see.

You got an import licence,
have you?

I'm not actually
flogging them.

I'm just storing them for
a mate, till he comes back...

Yeah, well, save all that
for Customs and Excise, Arthur.

- I've come to see you about something else.
- What?

Not what. Who.
George Palmer.

George Palmer.
He's still inside, isn't he?

He is supposed to be,
yeah.

- Only he isn't.
- He slipped his collar?

Well, it wasn't very difficult,
really.

He was down at
Farnham Open Prison.

So he didn't need a grappling hook
and a rope ladder.

He was due out soon,
wasn't he?

Three months.

Does that make
any sense to you?

- No.
- Me neither.

Some of these villains got nothing
in between their ears except sawdust.

Look, Mr Rycott,
what's this got to do with me?

I hardly know George Palmer.

Him and Terry were pretty close.

Fancied themselves
as jack the lads when were a kids.

Even when they were picking up
schoolgirls on Percival Street.

So?

Well, I think you might like
a friendly word.

If Palmer does turn up at his drum,
he wants to get him out fast.

Cos I shall be paying him
a little visit very shortly.

I'm afraid you're talking
to the wrong fella, Mr Rycott.

Terry and me
have dissolved our partnership.

Why?

We had an agreement, he broke it.
I gave him his cards.

I'm very sorry to hear that,
Arthur.

- For his sake.
- Yeah.

- And for yours.
- Mine?

Well, what's that leave you with?
Nothing.

Except a load of dodgy golf clubs.

No, Terry. I'd like to help you out
but I can't take the risk.

You owe me, Dave.
I've just spent three days helping you out.

Well, I offered you wages
and you wouldn't take 'em.

You don't take wages
off a mates.

A favour for a favour.
That's different.

What I asked you...
That was legal.

What you're asking me,
I'd get done good and proper for.

I do know that, Dave.
So after this, I'll owe you.

Make it a double, would you?

- How long?
- A week.

Well,
two at the most.

He just wants time
to try and clear himself.

All right.
Stick him in the loft.

If the Old Bill find you,
I don't know nothing about it.

Absolutely.

Thanks a lot, mate.

Bloody maniac,
that's what he is.

Three months before the end of his bird
and he does this.

Put some water in that,
will you, Harry?

- You don't sound very concerned.
- I'm not.

He could do a couple more years
for this one.

Two more years of having
to manage on your own.

- Don't you care?
- No.

Got somebody else,
have you?

Come on, Olive. I'm your brother.
You can tell me.

- Suppose I had.
- I wouldn't blame you.

Three years without a bit of nooky.
Nobody can last that long.

You men.

Whenever you hear of a woman
going without,

you think she must be desperate.
It doesn't work like that, Harry.

The more you go without,
the less you want it.

It gets to be a habit.

What about money?

Another wage packet
would be handy, wouldn't it?

I do all right.

What with Social Security
and my cleaning wages.

There's some worse off
than me.

So you don't need George.

I don't need the aggro
that goes with him.

Not knowing where he is
night after night.

We gotta find him, Olive.

If not for your sake,
then for his.

You reckon he'll come here?

- Give you a bell?
- Well, if he does,

he needn't bother
transferring the charges,

cos I won't accept the call.

There was this ponce wankers
sitting in at the editorial meeting.

Managing director's boyfriend
or something.

So, he listens to everyone
nattering on about

what we're gonna lead with,
and he suddenly asks,

"Does anyone say, 'Hold the front
page, ' like they do in the movies?"

Stunned silence.

Then Mike says, "Er, no, the only thing
we ever hold is page three...

"if we come across
a bigger pair of tits."

Kev.

Excuse me.

Well, if it isn't the Henry Cooper
of Percival Street.

- Long time no see, Terry.
- How are you, mate?

- What you gonna have?
- No. No. It's all right. I've got a lager.

- What brings you up here, Tel?
- I've got a story for you.

Oh. How much?

- No. No. It's gratis.
- Well, what's the catch?

There's no catch.
It's about an old mate of ours.

- What? George Palmer?
- Yeah.

Well.
Come over here.

You...
You know where he is?

Yeah.
And he needs help.

Listen, he was fitted up
for that diamond job.

They all say that.

Not three months before
the end of their bird, don't?

No, it didn't make sense
when he carried the can. But...

- he's done 3,5 years for nothing...
- I think he's telling the truth.

Violence has never been
George's game.

Yeah. I seem to remember
the evidence was a bit dodgy.

- No fingerprints on the gun.
- That's right.

And they never found
who else was in on it, right?

Have a word with him, eh?
He needs a break.

Yeah, so do I.

All the good crime stories
go to the editor's crumpet.

I'm in the wrong game.

- There much of it about?
- Not a lot.

Better have a drink.

- Mr Daley.
- Oh. Hello... erm...

- Debbie.
- Is Terry in?

No, he's gone out with...
He's gone out.

- With who?
- No-one.

- Can I talk to you a minute?
- What about?

Please. I don't want
the whole manor to hear.

Oh. All right, then.

The thing is, Terry could be
in a spot of bother.

The Old Bill is coming round
to see him.

- What's he done?
- It's not what he's done,

but what he might be
going to do.

Help an escaped prisoner
evade the law.

There's been no escaped prisoner
here, Mr Daley.

Only some bloke who was...

- Who was what?
- Mending the telly.

I didn't have nothing to do with it.
Word of honour.

- Then how come you were in the area?
- It's like I said at the trial.

I cleaned myself out at the dogs,
so I had to walk home.

Oh, come off it, George.
If you were walking home,

you wouldn't pass within a mile
of the diamond merchants.

I got lost.

Listen. Do you want Kev to help or not?
If you do, stop wasting his time, right?

And the jury didn't believe
that load of old cobblers

- and neither do we.
- Yeah. Sorry.

I've told that tale so often maybe
I've started to believe it.

So what's the real story?
And why couldn't you tell it at the trial?

Cos he was on another blagging,
right?

There was this flat.

I'd sussed it out
when I was repairing their telly.

The whole gaff was stuffed
with silver and antiques.

But as soon as I got inside,
I heard this shot

and some bird starting screaming.
So I scarpered.

Dodged into the alley
and into the next street.

- And got collared by the law.
- Right.

It was my fault.
I didn't stand a chance.

You swear that diamond job
wasn't down to you, George?

Course it wasn't.

First of all,
I always work solo.

And second,

I don't have nothing to do
with shooters.

- Scare me to death, them things.
- And what about Olive?

Did she know
where you was that night?

No.

Never tell her nothing.

How'd she feel
when they laid five on you?

Dunno.
I haven't seen her since.

- She didn't visit?
- No.

Write?

Well, that's nice, init.

So you don't know if you got
an old lady to go home to or not.

That's why I'd like you
to have a word.

I'd like to know how the land lies.

You'd better start lining 'em up, Dave.
This is a sad day.

A very, very sad day.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Arthur.

Her indoors come back
from her mother's, has she?

No, no, no. Nothing like that.
Me and Terry. Getting a divorce.

Why?
What's the problem?

Only does a vanishing act
for three days, didn't he?

I had two lovely jobs lined up for
him and he's out of town.

And when he comes back, he won't tell me
where he's been, what he was doing.

- What did he say?
- Doing a favour for a mate.

I mean, that's not on, is it?
Business is business, right?

If he wants to work for no wages,
he does it in his own time.

He...
He was offered wages.

How do you know?

I was the mate
he was doing a favour for.

Why didn't he say?

Cos I asked him not to.
It was summat personal.

I don't mind you knowing.
Seeing as how you're an interested party.

- No, no, no, no.
- Come on. I insist.

You... er... You remember
my daughter, Naomi?

Oh. The one that went
to the training college?

Yeah. At Newcastle.

Well, she's only decided to become a...
one-parent family.

Yeah. She got herself pregnant
by one of the randy so-and-so's there.

- She wants to go ahead and have the baby.
- What about the father?

- He don't want to know.
- That's why you wanted Terry.

- To go up there and sort him out.
- Not so much.

I needed someone to take the missus
up there and bring the girl back.

Someone who wouldn't blab his mouth
all over the manor.

So that's where he was.

So, it seems
I owe Terry an apology.

Well, I... er...

I reckon
I owe you one, Arthur.

I don't like to think I was
the reason for you two breaking up.

It's all right, Dave. Oh, gawd.
I should have told him.

- The Old Bill want to talk to him.
- What about?

Mate of his on the run.

Did he say anything to you about it?
Bloke called George Palmer.

No, no, no, no.
He never said nothing to me.

You see, the thing is,
Terry's got a bird at his drum.

If George does show, he'll need
somewhere else to stick him.

Yeah. Yeah.
I suppose he would have.

Here you are.

You haven't changed much,
have you?

Still that hard look, just like
when you used to pull my pigtails.

Hard, me?
Nah, I've gone soft since then.

- This easy life makes you flabby.
- I don't see no flab.

It's all in the mind.

It's driving around
in Rollers all the time.

It't not like
Percival Street playground,

don't have to worry about
getting a knife in the ribs.

Rollers, eh?
How many you got, then?

Just the twelve. Well,
you have to change them every month.

Got anybody
to share them with?

Birds, you mean?
No, no, not likely.

Get lipstick
all over the upholstery.

I don't wear no lipstick.

- Listen, what about George?
- What about George?

- The Old Bill been to see you?
- Yes.

- Well?
- Well what?

Well, what did you tell 'em?

Told 'em as far as I was concerned,
the sooner he's inside again, the better.

- You don't mean that.
- Don't I?

Do you know what it's like
being married to a small-time thief?

If it'd been another woman,
at least I'd know he was safe.

But wondering all the time
if he's gonna be nicked.

If there's gonna be a wage pack
at the end of every week.

I can't live like that.

And I don't intend
to live like that ever again.

- Do you mean you wouldn't have him back?
- I bleedin' well wouldn't.

And if he comes crawling to you,
you can tell him that.

Yeah. Yeah, I will.
Listen, thanks for the tea, eh?

Listen, suppose he was fitted up
for that diamond job.

Suppose he was, Terry.

Do you really think
it would make any difference?

If he hadn't been nicked
that night,

he'd have been nicked the next,
or the one after.

I tell you something, love,
you're the one with the hard look.

It's all right for you, Terry.
You got out of Percival Street.

I never did.

Yeah. Ta-ra.

Ever seen him before?

Yeah. Terry McCann.
Old friend of the family.

- Best man at George's wedding.
- Old friend, eh?

- Might be able to tell us something.
- Could be.

Him and George
was at school together.

- Know where he lives, do you?
- Yeah. Hammersmith.

Just round the corner from the gym.

Take a nose then.
See if he's got any company.

Don't fancy that.

If I start asking questions, Terry's gonna
start adding up two and two, isn't he?

Do as I tell you, Harry.

Cos if you don't find
that brother-in-law of yours,

me and Billy are gonna have
to go after him.

There might be nothing left
to hand over to the law.

- You alright?
- Here you are.

- What's that?
- Rent.

Rent.

Leave it out,
I'm not that skint.

Alright, you don't need dough.
Anything else I can offer you?

Look, Debbie, one day I might need
somewhere to crash,

so until then, you owe me.

Suppose if I really
want to pay you now?

I mean,
really want to.

Well, that
might be a bit different.

Tell them we're in conference.

Hold on.

- Don't go away.
- No.

- Hello, Harry.
- Hello, Terry.

You've been to see Olive.

- So?
- About George, was it?

No, I just felt like
pulling her pigtails.

- Know where he is?
- He's in t'nick, isn't he.

You know bleedin' well
he isn't.

- Why'd you call on Olive?
- I fancy her. Always have.

He's got to turn himself in, Terry.
He's in real bother.

- Olive's worried sick.
- No, she ain't. She don't give a monkeys.

- She tell you that?
- Yeah.

Well, don't you believe her. She cares
all right. So do I, come to that.

So if you see George,
give us a bell, all right?

- I want to talk to him.
- Yeah. All right, mate.

Just remember, harbouring
an escaped prisoner is not too clever.

Especially for a lad
that's been inside himself.

Yeah. Ta-ra, Harry.

- Who was that?
- A bloke I used to know.

- What's he want?
- That's a good question as it happens.

Well, come on, then. I want to get
some kip before I go to the club tonight.

Think you're gonna get any kip,
do you?

- Hello.
- Terry, it's Kev.

Oh, hello, Kev.
What's happening?

Can you meet me straight away?
I've got a lead.

Oh... er... well, yeah.
Of course. Yeah.

No, hold on.
Where?

It's a pawn shop
in Thomas Street.

You got a pencil?

Now where would I
keep a bleedin' pencil?

Yeah.
Look, hang on a minute, Kev.

It's all right.
I got one in my bag.

Here you are, love.

Right. Now,
what was that address again?

It's a pawn shop
called Jacobsons.

In Thomas Street.

Inside job, Mr Wells,
that's the word.

Reliable source an' all.

You seen any of the diamonds,
Mr Jacobson?

It's all right. He's a mate of mine.
Interested party, you might say.

Oh, well.
Yes, I was offered some of 'em.

But it was too hot. When someone
gets blasted, I don't want to know.

- Any idea who was behind it?
- No.

Except it was someone from outside
the manor. I'm sure of that.

If it were local...
we'd have heard whispers.

Listen, this source of yours, what
made him think it was an inside job?

Had to be. Special consignment.
Five times the value of anything

they'd ever shifted,
so they moved it at night.

There was only half a dozen people
in the know.

But somehow these villains
got to hear about it.

- Who shifts their gear?
- Security firm.

But which one?

- We're looking for a Mr McCann.
- He's not here.

What's this all about
anyway?

She's right, Billy.
He ain't here.

- I told you.
- Sit down, scrubber.

What's your name?

Debbie.

Friend of McCann's,
are you, Debbie?

- Yeah. Sort of.
- What's that mean?

Well, I'm just staying here
for a couple of days.

- Anyone else staying here?
- No.

- What about George?
- Who's George?

Don't get smart, Debbie.

Just tell us what we wanna know
and you won't get hurt.

Please,
I don't know anything.

I mean,
what's this all about?

Did a fella call here
asking for your boyfriend?

Terry's not my boyfriend.

He's just putting me up for a couple
of days while I sort myself...

We're not interested
in you.

We're interested in George Palmer.

Never heard of him.

So why did McCann
talk to Olive?

Who's Olive?

He told you, Debbie.

- Don't get smart.
- Please,

please, I don't know
what you're on about!

I'm gonna ask you
one more time,

and if we don't get
the right answers...

..we're gonna start
forgetting our manners.

- Ooh.
- Now...

..where's George?

Look. Do you want this the easy way,
or do you want my paper to get heavy?

Well, like, your security
might not be so efficient after all.

You lose a lot of customers,
right?

No. No, I'm not accusing
anyone of anything, Mr Muir.

I just want
the names of the guards

who were supposed
to shift that consignment.

Yeah, I thought you'd understand.

Yeah.

Yeah. Go on.

This is very good, Mr Muir.

Yeah.

Of course I'll keep the firm's name
out of the story.

Thanks for your co-operation.

This McCann, Guv.
Harry says he won't talk.

You think he's seen Palmer, Harry?

Got him hidden away somewhere?

Yeah, I reckon.

So we loosen him up a bit?
Right, guv?

- Won't do you no good.
- Oh, why not?

Terry's hard.
I've seen him in action.

We've had trouble
with hard men before.

They weren't so hard after Thomas
and William had finished with them.

Terry's different.
You take my word for it.

Very well.
We'll try a short cut.

Who else
does he hang around with?

Sorry, gents.
This place is wholesale, not retail.

Unless you are genuine buyers
from a kosher retail organisation.

With some sort of...
Some sort of identification.

- Are you Daley?
- Yes, Arthur Daley. That's me.

A mate of Terry McCann's?

Yes. Why?
Is he in a spot of bother?

Could be.

- Want to help him out?
- Sure.

- Where's George Palmer?
- Who?

Dear, oh, dear
Billy.

Looks like we've got
another one here.

Another what?

Someone else
who's never heard of him.

Or forgotten.

Looks like we're gonna have
to jog his memory.

Good thinking.

Look...

Come back to you, has it, Arthur?
Now, where's George?

- Look, why don't you ask Terry?
- No. We're asking YOU.

Well, I heard the name, right.
But he's Terry mate, not mine.

I never had nothing to do
with him.

'Fraid we're gonna have to jog
his memory a bit more, Tommy.

Yeah.

All this stuff insured, is it,
Arthur?

- No.
- Ooh, shame.

Cos I can see
Billy's getting in the mood.

Once he's in the mood, there'll be
no stopping him. He'll break anything.

Including people.

Deb.

Keep away from me, ya bastard.

You think you can push
anyone around, don't you?

Hold on, Deb,
what's goin' on?

I was just telling Mr Rycott here,
I've got a good mind to bring charges!

What's the matter, Terry?
Fellas getting too tough for you?

Yeah. Yeah. Well, we had a barny
and I lost my rag, that's all.

- I'm sorry. All right?
- Sorry?

It's a bit bleedin' late for sorry,
innit?

If I was you,
I'd move out, miss.

It's happened once.
It can happen again.

Yeah, well...
I'll think about it, Mr Rycott.

What about charges?

With Prince Charming's form here,
we'd have no trouble making it stick.

Yeah, well...
I'll think about that too.

OK.

Oh, by the way, Terry.
Reason I called.

George Palmer ain't been to see you,
has he?

George Palmer is in t'nick,
isn't he?

He's playing truant.

Anyway, if he does turn up, you
won't do anything stupid, will you?

Like... hiding him?

Nah. Nah.

All right, then.
Who did it?

- Two fellas.
- What did they want?

Same thing as him.
Your mate who I never saw.

Listen, thanks, lovely.

For giving you a reputation
as a woman beater?

- I ain't done you any favours.
- You kept Rycott off my back.

Don't think he believed me.
I could see it in his eyes.

What you doing?

- Phoning George's old woman.
- What for?

I need to talk to her.

Trouble is,
her phone's probably tapped.

- Hello.
- Olive,

it's the pigtail puller.

- What do you want?
- Can you get away?

- Well, maybe.
- Right. Well...

I'll meet you in the place
we first met.

- I'll be there in half an hour.
- Important, is it?

Yeah.

And come alone.
Do you know what I mean?

Listen, when I go out, you lock
that door and you don't open it

- for anyone except me, got it?
- Yeah.

Oh and Tel,
don't be long.

We've got a lot of
unfinished business, remember?

Yeah.

Take care.

- See you later.
- Yeah.

Had a coat of paint
since our day.

Yeah, well, it's comprehensive, init?
Better class of yobbo.

Fulham still rules, OK.

Only just. I mean,
fancy selling Richard Money to Liverpool.

- It's criminal, innit?
- Yeah.

Er...
talking about criminals...

- have you seen George?
- Yeah.

Terry, I've told you
I'm not interested,

so if he's the reason
you've asked to meet me...

No, hold on, hold on.
No, he's not the reason.

Oh. What then?

- It's your brother Harry.
- Harry?

I reckon he was in
on that diamond job.

And when George got nicked,
he stayed schtum, right?

You are joking.

The Old Bill always reckoned
that George heard

about that consignment
through Harry,

but he didn't know
anything about it.

He was unlucky that he happened
to be on a blagging in the next street.

That doesn't prove
Harry was in on it.

I know. I know.
But that's why we need your help.

Why should I help?

Because George has done 3½ years for
a caper that wasn't down to him.

George is the villain, Terry.
He always will be.

But if Harry did go
then it's a one-off, I'm sure of that.

It still don't make it right that
George should do his bird for him.

Well, what do you want
from me?

I want you to talk to Harry,
tell him he's blown it,

and try to get him
to turn himself in.

Ruin his life for George's sake?
Oh, leave it out, Terry.

Why should you...?
Why should you care?

Well, I dunno, really.

Maybe it's something
to do with this place.

I mean, I know they didn't teach anything,
but what I did learn...

It's Percival Street
against the world.

Here. Didn't I shut that door?
We're not open yet.

Which room's he in, Chief?

Who?

- "Who?" he says.
- Amazing, innit, Billy?

Must be something to do with this
manor.

Never can get a simple answer
to a simple question.

Yeah.
Always have to do it the hard way.

- Where you been?
- Out.

- See George?
- No, another fella.

- I thought you told me...
- It wasn't like that, Harry.

He was just an old friend.

It wasn't Terry McCann
by any chance?

- Did he call you?
- Yes.

- About George, was it?
- No, Harry.

Terry says George had nothing to do
with that diamond job,

- but he says you did.
- Don't be funny.

You were the inside man
according to Terry.

- He's got proof.
- Proof?

- What proof?
- He didn't say.

He wants you
to turn yourself in

and tell the Old Bill
who you were working with.

Nah.
He's just slinging mud.

Trying to get some compensation
for George, isn't he?

Is he?

Don't tell me you believe him.

I didn't know what to believe
at first.

- And now?
- Now?

I'm sure.

You been putting yourself about,
Dave?

They... er...
They nicked your mate, Terry.

Who? The Old Bill?

A couple of fellas.

Right.
Listen, I'm sorry, mate.

- It's fine.
- Terry.

Yeah?

I'm sorry.
It was down to me.

What was?

They came round the lock-up
and started breaking it up.

You mean you shopped George just to save
some dodgy gear? That's terrific!

Now, Terry, look.
They were gonna start on me.

And I can stand anything
except pain.

Alright. These two blokes.
What do they look like?

Well, one was a tall geezer.
Fair hair. Right hard case.

Yeah. The other one was tall too.
Bald with a moustache.

They're not off this manor, Terry.
I asked around.

Nobody knows 'em.

Bet I know someone
who does.

Harry!

You've been spreading dirt about me,
Terry.

- You wanna watch your mouth, son.
- They got George.

- I dunno what you're talking about.
- Listen, sunshine,

if I don't find George soon, there
won't be any George to find, right?

And that'll be down to you.

So where do we start looking?

Come on. I'll drive you.

In there.

Well, well.
Terry McCann. Right?

How'd you know that?

Good likeness, innit?

Come on, George.
We're going home.

How did you find us?

- Talk to Harry, did you?
- Who's Harry?

The thing is Terry,

you've put us in a bit in a spot
coming here like this.

Why's that?

We was gonna help George
here disappear.

I mean, with the law after him, he doesn't
wanna hang around long, does he?

But now you're here, we've got to
help you disappear too, haven't we?

Hold on, hold... Are you the two monkeys
who've been round my manor

- showing off your muscles?
- We're pros, Terry. Like you.

- So no hard feelings, eh?
- Well, no. No, I mean...

You've got a lot of talent.

You did a fantastic job on my bird!

Tommy!

Upstairs.

- Terry?
- Yeah, he went after 'em.

Didn't realise he was stepping up
a division.

That's the division
you've been playing in, Harry?

Don't you worry about me,
Sergeant.

It's Terry and George
we've gotta worry about.

If you don't do something fast,

they'll both end up propping up
a flyover somewhere.

What are they gonna do with us,
Terry?

Dunno, son.

If they were Fulham supporters,
it would be all right, innit?

Don't look like Fulham supporters
from here.

There's too many of 'em,
isn't there?

Shut up
and work on that rope.

- Back entrance?
- Next street.

You and Jack go block it off.
Me and Arthur'll make a frontal assault.

No, no, no. I should stay here
and tell the other coppers where to go.

What other coppers? I'm not having
some bunch of uniform layabouts

nick all the glory on this one.
We're gonna sort this out alone.

Alone? Oh, no, no, no.
This one's down to you, Mr Rycott.

That's what I pay
my taxes for, right?

I thought Terry
was your mate.

Douglas says
we gotta wait till dark...

..before we can shift you.

That's very clever.
Did he work that out all by himself?

Gives us a couple of hours
to play games.

What have you got in mind?
Brag?

I thought we'd start with the one
you taught me.

Yeah. That sounds like a good one.
Can I have a go?

Yeah?

Pleasure.

Hold on! Hold on!

Harry!

Right, now then.
Who are these jokers?

Ransome Brothers. They pulled off
the diamond job George got done for.

Good boy, Terry.

- Oi. Oi. There's another one here.
- Jack!

- Thanks, Terry.
- It's all right. I'll see you later, eh?

You all right, my son?

I never thought I'd say
I was glad to see you.

What do you expect?
Do you think I'd let you get blown away

while you still owe me £200?

Listen, if you double my wages,
I could pay you back quicker.

Yeah. You'd have to double
your productivity.

Come on.
I'll buy you a drink.

Nah. Later.
I've got to make a call.

You all right?

A lot of good stuff's here.

I wonder what they'd take
for a quick sale?

He'll get a free pardon.
No question.

That means compensation.

He'll get compensation.
What about me?

There'll be enough
for both of you.

Keep you going till George
finds his feet again.

He'll be inside in six months.
What then?

Well, maybe I can get you
some compensation.

How?

Well, suppose my paper
buys your story.

The lonely wife of the man in the frame.
Husband betrayed by brother-in-law.

It's not a bad idea.

Worth at least three grand, that.
Maybe five.

Five thousand?

I'll talk to the editor.
Get back to you tomorrow.

- And take care, Terry.
- Yeah, and you, mate.

I'll see you. Cheers.

I'm not having him back,
Terry.

Even if Kevin doesn't come up
with the money.

You sure?

Do you know how many times
he's been inside since we were married?

Four.
That's eight years altogether.

Next time it's gonna be six.
Only there's not gonna be a next time.

- Not for me.
- What you gonna do? Get a divorce?

Do you think I'm too old
to get another fella?

Don't be silly.
They'll be queuing down the street.

How about you?

- Let's see how it goes, eh?
- Yeah.

Erm... Terry.

What if I went back
to pigtails?

Ooh, you wouldn't need me then,
would you?

You've have them queuing from here
to the airport.

Oi. Oi. I thought
you were gonna buy me a drink.

No, thanks, Terry.
I'm full up.

Listen, Terence, what I said when
you come down from the north,

- was out of order.
- No. No. I was out...

No. No. No.
I was out of order.

I did not know it was Dave
you was doing a favour for.

- That's what friends are for, innit?
- You can do a favour for me, an' all.

- What?
- Drive us home.

If I had to blow into
one of them plastic bags...

I couldn't blow into one of
them plastic blags.

Come on, then.

- No. No. I'm driving.
- Oh, yeah.

How long you been in there?
About half an hour.

DENNIS WATERMAN:
"I Could Be So Good For You"

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♪ If you want to
I'll change the situation

♪ Right people right time

♪ Just the wrong location

♪ I've got a good idea

♪ Just you keep me near,
I'll be so good for you

♪ I could be so good for you,
I'm gonna help you

♪ Love you like you want me to

♪ I'll do anything for you ooh-ooh

♪ I'll be so good for you

♪ I could be so good for you

♪ I'll do it like you want me to

♪ Love you like you want me to

♪ There ain't nothing
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♪ I'll be so good for you ♪