Murder in Mind (2001–2003): Season 3, Episode 5 - Contract - full transcript

Look, this is an oversight.

How many transactions pass through these
accounts? It's just a couple of missed entries.

We're talking about my job on the line.

I recommended you to the board.
This isn't petty cash, it's hundreds of thousands.

- You're exaggerating.
- I'm not.

- Hundreds of thousands aren't there.
- It's all there.

It's not. The paper trail's total chaos.
There are whole accounts missing.

Where are the transaction bills?
Paperwork for the bonds? Statements?

I cannot believe things are so out of hand.

James. James.

Listen to me. Just calm down.



You recommended me because I'm good.

How much capital growth
have Stockman & Brody seen with me?

- Well, a lot, but, Simon...
- Six per cent above what you used to get.

I manage that by keeping things at this end
very sharp. That's how you get your returns.

Admittedly the flip side is that
sometimes I have to muddy the waters a little.

If you want all your books neat
with the columns adding up,

hire an accountant and get bank base rate.

You're paying me for results.

But, Simon, it really looks
like there's money missing.

- The partners will want an audit, answers.
- Have you told them already?

No, but I'm presenting
the annual financial report next week.

All right. James, I just need a little time
to get the records together, OK?

Nothing's gone wrong, nothing's missing.

It's all under control. Give me a few days
and I'll let you see that in black and white.



- You really mean that?
- I really do.

- We're going to prison.
- Oh, my God.

- No way.
- I knew this was gonna happen.

I said, "Take too much too quick
and they'll spot it."

He wants an audit? Can we cover it?

- How?
- Put the money back?

It's not accessible that fast.
Besides, it'll show. He knows where to look.

- How the hell did this happen?
- Who else knows?

At the moment, just him.

He's meeting with the directors next week.
There's no time.

I thought we were watertight.
How did he find out?

- I'm not sure.
- He knows everything?

Not everything, no. Not much.

He knows the money's missing
but he doesn't know how much.

He doesn't know how or why.

I think he thinks it's just incompetence.

- How long till he works it out?
- Now he's looking? Not long.

Well, I'm not going to prison.
That is not happening.

We still have a little time. We need
to think things through, find some options.

- Like what?
- I don't know.

There's got to be a way out of this.
There must be.

James, everything's under control.

Yeah. I'm putting the paperwork
together right now.

No, really. I'll see you after the weekend.
Everything will be a lot better then.

Right. Bye.

I thought you might want this.

- You sound stressed.
- Yeah. It's just stuff at work.

Forget about it.
You're brilliant and they underestimate you.

Yeah. That's what I like to hear.

I'm just gonna pop out for a bit, yeah?

- Get some Chinese on your way back.
- Sure.

Give this a try. It's only just coming in.

Definitely for the more discerning.

That's good.

Feels quite smooth. Will knock you
on your arse in no time, guaranteed.

- Something wrong?
- Why?

- You look wired.
- Just problems at work.

- Are you in trouble?
- I don't know.

Maybe.

Maybe you just wanna tell me all about it.

This is how things stand.
I want it very clear so I'm gonna lay it all out.

We've been stealing money. A lot of money.

We're the only people who know,

but by Wednesday James Carlson
of Stockman & Brody's gonna know it too.

He'll tell the rest of the board and
they'll track back to the fund and find the cash.

The fund leads to me and I go down.

- I can live with that.
- I'm sure.

But the fund tells a story all of its own.

Even assuming I don't sell you out
on plea bargain, which I would, by the way,

just like you would if you were first in line.

But that doesn't matter.

They'll realise only a third of the assets
come from Stockman & Brody

and they'll trace the rest back to the Red
Standard Group and McNeice and get you two.

You still with me?

The way I see it, we've got two options,
a straight choice. Option A or Option B.

Option A is we walk away.

We strip what we can from the fund,
split it and run. Go abroad.

- How much would we get?
- That's the thing.

It's all wrapped up nice and tight. I reckon
there's only about 200K in quick-fix cash.

Split three ways, that gives us 66 grand each.

Two years' renting on the Costa del Sol
and then you're looking for a new job.

So what's Option B?

Option B is different.

Carlson's the thing. He dug deep enough
to realise something wasn't right.

- Nobody spotted anything at RSG or McNeice.
- True.

The Stockman & Brody board won't know
if no one rubs their noses in it.

I'm their golden boy. This is what we do.

We set up a paper trail for the fund.

We tie every transaction,
every transfer to one man. Carlson.

We make it look like he's been
slipping it sideways for the past four years.

Set up accounts in his name, do a real job.

Hold on. Aren't we forgetting
one tiny little detail? Carlson knows.

He's not gonna sit around for two months
while we stitch him up.

Yeah, I know.

Supposing something happened...
before Carlson could tell anyone?

We'd be in the clear, right?

- What sort of something?
- Something... something like an accident.

How exactly is that supposed to happen, Simon?

Well, it could happen.

This is just for the sake of argument,
so just imagine.

If it did, if some kind of bad-luck thing
happened to Carlson

before he saw the board,
what about the rest of it?

Could we pin it back to him
before anyone else came looking?

- Better if they don't.
- I know, but if they did?

Yeah... given time. Yeah, I can handle that.

No one's getting suspicious?
No one close to you is even twitching?

- No, I'm clear.
- Me too. Totally.

Then... maybe we should think
about the next part.

This is bullshit. Going to prison for fraud is a lot
better than prison for... what you're talking about.

We don't do anything.

- Somebody else actually handles things.
- You know who, don't you?

- You've already set it up.
- Jules knows about it.

- Who's Jules?
- His dealer.

Simon! Do you mean this?

This is pretty strong stuff.

Nothing actually happens unless we're all in.
That's the deal.

We can meet this guy tonight.
If not, there's Option A.

- 66 grand?
- Yeah.

I want a million. That's what we got into this for.
Not 60 sodding thousand.

- I need to hear it first.
- I don't know. This is all too fast.

Anthony.

OK. OK. We'll meet the guy, see what he says.

That's OK, right? We're just meeting the guy.

Right. Greg?

Yeah. Let's do it.

- He's late.
- He'll be here.

- Jules was clear about that.
- You've got to admire his choice of restaurant.

- What sort of guy are we dealing with here?
- He's a pro.

- How does Jules know him?
- He's a friend of a friend who did some time.

- You're sure that he's up for it?
- Jules said so.

He used to work for the big East End boys.
He's a bit of a legend. In certain circles.

Hang on. How far back are we talking here?

Hello, lads.

You?

- You're the... friend of a friend?
- If you're the gents with the job needs doing.

- Got to be kidding.
- Names first.

You can call me Terry.
Terry Cameron. And you're...?

Right, this is Chris and Dave and I'm Mike.

- Nice to meet you.
- Grandad, can I?

Excuse me.

Come on, then.

- Simon, he's a fossil.
- Jules says he's good.

No, mate, he's right.
This guy's well past his sell-by.

If this is Option B, we're in trouble.

Here's your stake money.

Lose it and there's no more.

Hit the jackpot, we split the winnings. Got that?

OK.

- This is so totally screwed.
- What do you suggest? You got a better plan?

So...

Chris, Dave, Mike, right?

Now, I'm guessing here,

- But I'd say you're new to this.
- Could say that.

Next time you might want to get your false names
worked out beforehand, OK?

There's not gonna be another time.

Fair enough. Sounds very sensible to me.

So... how does this work?

Well, it's pretty simple.

What we're talking about here is...
Well, it's peace of mind, isn't it?

You haven't got it, you want it, I can provide it.
Peace of mind.

Now, who is it that's giving you grief?

James Carlson.

He's the manager of a building development
consultancy called Stockman & Brody.

- They're based in the City.
- I see.

How soon?

- When do you need the job done?
- Soon. By Wednesday.

- The sooner the better.
- Fair enough.

He's holding a seminar this Saturday
and then he's back in town.

Understood. This all seems to be in order.

That's... that's his address.

OK...

All the things I was going to ask. Very good.

And all beautifully typed up. Very nicely done.

Here. You'd better hang on to them.

- Don't you want it?
- That's not the way I work at all.

Keep things nice and simple.

It's all in here now, anyway.

You're sure you won't forget anything?

We don't want anything... going wrong.

If I was in the habit of forgetting details, son,
I wouldn't be sitting here.

Don't get me wrong, the sort of blokes
I'm used to working for wouldn't need to ask that.

You know what I mean?

All right.

So, what next?

A question.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, we're sure.

Because right now, nothing's been done.
Nothing shaken on, nothing's set in motion.

Say the word, we go home, that's the end of it.

That's where we are right now.
Doesn't matter to me one way or another.

But if we do this, we go through with it
because that's my job.

And I've never backed out...
and I've never screwed up.

It's your call.

Yeah, we wanna do it.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Right. Half a mile along the canal
at the end of this street,

you'll see a sluice gate with a wheelie bin
with "No hot ashes" on the front.

You put payment in a bag of some kind
and dump it in that bin

the day after the job's done,
six o'clock in the evening.

That's all you ever need to do.
Do it right, you never see me again.

- How much?
- The going rate these days is 25 thousand.

- That's a lot of money.
- In return for a lot of peace of mind.

- 25 grand, we never see you again, right?
- That's the deal.

- How much... up front?
- No, no, I don't work that way.

You pay up after the job's done.
No misunderstanding then.

- That's fine.
- Right. Well... it's done.

Shake on it.

Come on, now. Somebody's got to step up.

Time I was off.

Come on, love. Time to go.

- Look what I got.
- Ooh. Very nice.

This is your half.

I think we can afford
some sweeties now.

This is like a bad dream.

So this counts
as a new model of stock control.

We can reduce inventory,

cut back on dead assets taking up
warehouse space and tying up capital,

plus we get a more accurate
point-of-sale analysis.

This is internet stock management
for real world companies.

- James, you don't look so good.
- It's just nerves, I think. Wish me luck.

Good morning. My name is James Carlson

and I work as regional manager
in charge of marketing

for Stockman & Brody Enterprises.

I want to share our experience in the marketplace

with particular emphasis
on overcoming cash-flow problems.

Now, any moderate to large company...

...operates some kind of... cash reserve.

And it's here that we...

Oh, my God!

- You feeling OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah?

No way.

He was dead before he hit the ground.
Massive heart attack.

He should have cut down on work-related stress.

- He's really dead?
- Yeah. You know the best bit?

- It's an accident.
- Natural causes. No one involved.

Thank God. I wasn't up for the other thing.

I'd have gone ahead with it for you guys,
but last night I didn't sleep.

I know. Me too. You know what, this is a miracle.
This is fate dealing us a hand.

Do we still pin it all on Carlson?

Absolutely. It's perfect.
He's the ultimate fall guy.

- OK.
- I can't believe this.

- This is just what we needed.
- And we get not to be murderers.

- So what about Terry?
- He's out of a job, isn't he?

- So we don't pay him?
- Don't be soft.

Of course not.
The job doesn't need doing any more.

If he's a pro he'll realise that.
It's just his bad luck.

- And our good luck, eh?
- I think a drink's in order.

- Hey, millionaires before 30.
- I'll drink to that.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Let's have another one.

- Good time?
- Very good time.

Great.

- You pissed off with me?
- No.

- You are.
- I don't know what's up with you.

One minute you're moody
and then you party like mad.

There was a problem at work and now there isn't.

That's why the celebration
and that is why I got you this.

- What's this?
- Celebration.

- Of what?
- Who cares? Open it. It's expensive.

It's lovely.

I sometimes think
I'm never gonna figure you out all the way.

Well...

Thank you.

Come to bed.

- Hi.
- Morning, Mr. Talbot.

- Isn't it terrible about Mr. Carlson?
- Yes, I heard.

Very sad. Terribly sad.

Listen, Michelle, I've got quite a lot on today,
so keep calls to a minimum, yeah?

OK. Um, your nine o'clock meeting
is already here.

- I said he could wait for you.
- My nine o'clock?

Mr. Needham from Stepton Consulting.

I'm sorry, Mr. Needham,
but I can't quite remember what the...

Simon Talbot, investment analyst
and broker to Stockman & Brody.

How did you get in?
How do you know who I am?

Oh, come on, Simon. I told you.

False names need to be worked out in detail.
You can't just make them up in the pub.

The deal was we never saw you again.

The deal, son, was 25 thousand
for a certain undertaking.

Call me old-fashioned, but one side
of our agreement's been taken care of.

You're new to this game,
but hasn't something slipped your mind?

- OK, I can't blame you for trying, I guess.
- Meaning?

Carlson's dead because he's an arsehole
who worked too hard.

It's a tragedy, we're all so sorry
and my little problem's gone away.

So your undertaking isn't required any more.

Your man's dead. My undertaking's complete.

Oh, come on, Terry.

The deal was that you killed him,
not that I pay you to let nature take its course.

It's just my good luck, your bad luck.

That's the way it is. Live with it.

- We had a deal. We shook on it.
- Yeah, we had a deal.

And now it's off. I'm not gonna pay you
for something that would have happened anyway.

- I think I understand.
- Good.

That's good.

It's nothing personal, it's just business.

- I can see that.
- All right.

Like I said, I don't blame you for trying.

You take care, now.

Are you really gonna do this?
You're not winding me up?

- I'll see you, Terry.
- OK, son.

If you're sure.

You won't believe who stopped by the office.

- Who?
- Terry.

- No way.
- Wanted his money.

- I hope you told him to go screw himself.
- I was a little more diplomatic.

But that was the basic idea.

- How did he know where you worked?
- Dunno. Jules, probably.

Look, Simon, this is not good, man.

He's not supposed to know who we are.

He's got a point.
If it was Jules, you wanna have a word.

I don't want this guy
cluttering up my office space, OK?

Forget about it. Terry's dealt with.

- To the fund!
- God bless her.

Long may she reign.

Taxi!

Gloucester Road, mate.

- Keep the change, mate.
- Oh, cheers, mate.

- What?
- Simon, I'm being followed.

- Calm down.
- I am calm.

- It's just I thought I saw him, that's all.
- Where?

First out on the street, then here.
I saw someone, anyway.

- Have you taken something?
- How did he know where you worked?

That's pretty weird, Simon.

Listen, mate, it's the middle of the night.

Just... lock your door and go back to sleep.

You're imagining things.
There's no such thing as the bogeyman, right?

Yeah, OK.

What's that, son?

I can't make out what you're trying to say.
You're having trouble making sense.

Must have been all that booze you had
with your mates.

When people talk about dying from booze,

they always think about choking
on their own vomit. Only a few go that way.

Rock stars, mainly.
Mostly it's your typical bed fire scenario.

Get pissed, light up a smoke or what have you,
nod off and drop it.

Nice and simple for the coroner.

Just another crispy critter nobody's gonna miss.

It's no good, son. You're not going anywhere.

I've seen to that.

Nothing like a good smoke
at the end of a long day.

I don't know what to tell you.
It's out of my league.

- It's all down to you.
- Call him, say back off or we go to the police.

I can't call him. I don't know who he is.

- You what?
- Call his mate. Get his number.

Kenny's in Morocco.
He won't be back for a couple of weeks.

- I don't know what to tell you.
- This is your shit storm. You're responsible.

- What does this guy want, anyway?
- Money.

So... pay him off. What's the big deal?

Maybe we got this wrong. Jules might be right.

What if Anthony just got pissed and had
some awful accident? That kind of shit happens.

You saw him that night. He was really out of it.

Do you believe that?

Either way, better not take any chances.

Mr. Lewis wants to see you.
Can you go to the boardroom straight away?

Of course, everyone's very upset.
James was a great boss.

I know. It's a terrible loss.

But I want to talk about a practical matter.

James was due to give
the annual financial report this week.

Second to him, you're probably most up to speed.

So could you handle that for me?

Sure. Right, um...

Ever since the... since James died,
I've been going through the books in detail.

Kind of like an internal audit.
Everything's in excellent shape.

- It is?
- Absolutely.

- Good. Well, that's all I need to know for now.
- Right.

Can you put some figures on paper
by the end of the week?

No problem.

I'm glad you're working so hard and I appreciate
you stepping into the breach, but don't overdo it.

You look exhausted. You should take a break.

Thank you. I'll... I'll try.

Simon?

Simon?

- Hello?
- Hi.

Oh, God!

- You scared me.
- Sorry.

Sorry, I was... Smells good.

- Yeah, I thought I'd cook for a change. Help me?
- Sure.

There's a chicken in there.
Chop it up and put it in here.

- OK.
- Oh, you left your kit at the gym.

- What?
- Your mate brought it round earlier.

Did he say anything? Any message?

No, no message.
Bit old to be a gym buddy, isn't he?

Nice, though. Charming.

- Do you want me to wash this?
- Er, no.

- What's up?
- Nothing.

- Hello?
- It didn't work.

- There are three possibilities.
- Go on.

One, Terry's realised we were right.

He seemed a straight-up kind of guy.
Old school, by the book.

Maybe he's realised we don't owe him
and returned the money.

If he didn't have anything to do with Anthony,
he's being a gentleman.

Yeah. Do you buy that?

It's possible. He didn't have anything
to do with Carlson. We're clear on that.

Are we?

- What?
- Maybe we've got all this backwards.

Maybe he did do the job for us.

- He had a heart attack in front of 50 reps.
- I know.

You think he arranged that?

I don't know, but there again
I'm not a hitman, am I?

- Maybe there are ways to do that stuff.
- No way. No way.

He'd have to be a miracle worker.

What are the other options?

Two, he's upped the price.
We owe extra because we paid late.

- Now, that I can believe.
- So we wait for him to get in touch and pay him.

Got it. Option Three?

He's decided to do us all in
and there's nothing we can do.

- That's not funny.
- I'm not being funny.

Come on. It's hardly likely, is it?

He's after the money.
Everyone's after money, that's all.

- How will we know?
- Know what?

Know whether he's decided
to be a gentleman and return the money

or whether it's... something else.

I dunno.

Maybe he'll tell us.

- Ah, Simon. Morning.
- Hi.

- How are those figures coming along?
- Fine.

- They'll be ready at the end of the week.
- Splendid.

Well, I'll let you get on, then.

Right.

- Michelle, any calls?
- Not yet.

- What do you want?
- I don't know yet.

- We paid up.
- I know.

- Well, you brought it back.
- Yes.

- Why?
- Things have changed.

Would you care to explain that?

The deal was for peace of mind. My
understanding is that's harder to find these days.

- You bastard.
- Sticks and stones, son.

- I've been called a lot worse.
- All right, listen. How much?

Well, in the old days we had this rule.
Rule of Four.

You pay up late on a deal like this,
it's four times the price.

- Or you get grief.
- What kind of grief?

Come on, son. You know what kind.

- Four times the price. That's 100 grand.
- Last time I looked.

- I don't have that kind of money.
- I think you do.

I can't get it.
Where am I supposed to find that kind of cash?

You'll find a way.
I've got every confidence in you, Simon.

Let's say by tonight, midnight, same place.

- I can't get it that fast.
- Sure you can.

Oh, by the way, your girl, she's lovely.
You say hello from me.

Greg, it's me. He's ready to talk cash.

- How much?
- 100.

- You're joking?
- I know, but do you want to piss him off again?

- I just want this over.
- You pay late, it's four times the price.

- Let's just finish it.
- I say we pay up and get out.

- Yeah.
- You can handle it?

- Yes.
- OK. Eight o'clock, my place?

- I'll be there.
- We'll take it together.

- Fine.
- Yeah.

- What is it?
- Nothing.

You can tell me, you know.

They want me to give
the annual finance report. It's a hassle.

- That's not a problem, is it?
- No. No problem.

Simon, look at me.

I know what it is.

I know what you're going through.

I'm really sorry about Anthony. It was awful.

I know you guys were close.
I want you to know that I understand.

Yeah, it's kind of tough for me right now.

You've been really upset since it happened.

I know. You're right,
I've got to stop thinking about it.

Maybe we should rent a film and have a night in.

Open another bottle of wine,
cuddle up on the sofa.

You need looking after.

Sounds nice. But Greg's coming round.
We're gonna go out for a bit.

Oh. What a surprise.

- We can do your thing next weekend.
- It wasn't supposed to be my thing.

- I'll see you when? After closing time?
- Whatever.

- I actually bothered to make that.
- I'm not hungry.

Yeah? All the more for me, then.

All the more for you.

What?

I've just thought of something.

All the more. Yeah.

Yes.

- It's Greg.
- OK.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

OK. Let's do it.

- Want a drink?
- God, yes.

- Help yourself. I'll bag this up.
- Thanks.

- Hi.
- Beer's in the fridge.

Um... Simon told me about Anthony.
I'm really sorry.

Yeah. Me too.

OK? Let's go.

- Thank God for that.
- Yeah.

- Do you think it's gonna do it?
- That's what he said.

- And you trust him?
- He's a businessman. He's only after his cash.

OK, so he jacks the price up a bit,
but frankly I don't care any more. Do you?

- No.
- 100 grand's not that much, is it?

We've already cleared that
from Anthony's share.

- What?
- It's a two-way split now, isn't it?

- Anthony's share comes to us.
- That's a bit clinical.

We can afford to pay the bastard off
and come out ahead.

Right?

I guess.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Back early.
- We need to talk.

- That doesn't sound like you.
- I know, it...

We've got a lot to talk about.

- What have you done?
- It's nothing like that.

Out with it, then.

I've been a bit crap recently.
I know I have. I'm sorry.

- It's just... There's a lot of stuff.
- OK.

I wanna make it up to you.

- You wanna go away, right?
- Yeah.

Why don't we? Move round a bit.
South America, Italy.

Simon, what's wrong?

Anthony and I go back a long way.
We were at college together.

I know. Is that what this really is?
You're still upset?

Yes. Yeah, I am,
but there's more to it than that.

Anthony invested a lot of money
and when he died he left it to me.

- He left me a lot of money.
- Really? How much?

A lot. Nearly one and a half million.

- Not really?
- Really.

That's impossible.

The thing is, we have to go away.
Like a holiday. Like you said, see the world.

- This is illegal, isn't it?
- Chloe.

- It's stolen money.
- It's not like that.

This holiday, do we ever
get to come home from it?

Was this just Anthony or were you all in it,
old college buddies together?

- Who are you ripping off?
- Multinational companies. Nobody gets hurt.

- Why now?
- What?

Why bear your soul tonight?

I don't know. It's...
It's like you said, I'm upset, I guess.

Oh, no, Simon.

Not Anthony. That was an accident, wasn't it?

Yes. Yes, of course it was.

You have to be kidding. Is someone after you?
Who have you got in with?

- It's not what you think.
- Nothing's what I think. Not even you.

I thought you were working your arse off for us
and it turns out you're just a bloody con man.

Are we safe here?

Am I safe here with you?

- Where are you going?
- Out.

- Chloe.
- You keep away from me.

- Listen, Chloe...
- No, not now. Don't call.

- Hey. What's up with you?
- Sealed a deal today.

- Something big?
- Very big. The biggest!

- Way to go!
- Cheers.

- Hey there, mate.
- All right?

- I heard what you were saying. Good day?
- Yeah.

- Looking for a party?
- Maybe.

Why? What have you got?

- Lovely. You have a good time, now.
- Cheers.

Did you think I was just kidding, Greg?

You boys think this was just a joke?

But we paid you.

- We paid you all of it.
- You what?

- Greg?
- I'm sorry, Greg can't come to the phone.

We need to talk, son.
Tomorrow, one o'clock. Bankside.

Don't be late.

OK... OK.

That's good. That's what we want.

Sorry, mate.

Michelle, I'm going out. Clear everything, OK?

Simon?

Please speak after the tone.

Simon, it's me. I need some time
to think about this.

I'm going to stay with my mum.

Don't call, OK?

Whatever you've done, be careful.

Your memo is...
Simon, it's me.

I need some time to think about this.

I'm going to stay with my mum.

Don't call, OK?

Whatever you've done, be careful.

Simon, I don't wanna talk about it.

I just need some time, so don't try and stop me.

- What are you doing here?
- I already know about the fund.

I want you tell me everything you know,
everything you suspect.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I'm sorry, love. I can't believe that.

Look, Grandad. There's a snowman.

Oh, yeah. Go on, then. You go and play with him.

I'm sorry. I don't know what Greg did.
I found the money at his house.

I know what you're gonna say.
I've got four times the money.

- You don't know what I'm gonna say.
- I just...

I just want out of it. I want it to be over.

Of course you do now.
Now you're the only one left.

Now it's OK to pay the money and walk away.

- It doesn't happen like that, son.
- What?

You kids today, you've got no idea.
No idea at all.

A deal is a deal, son.

We shook hands on it.
That used to mean something.

It does mean something.
I've got the money. You can count it.

I don't want your money.

Everybody wants money, Terry. Everybody.

You don't get it, do you?

I misjudged you, mind.

I thought you were all the same.
College boys, no balls for the real stuff. Cowards.

That's why you had to hire me.

Well, the other two, maybe, but not you. No.

No, you're a different sort, aren't you?

You saw what happened to Anthony.
Any normal guy would have paid up.

Your mate Greg thinks you have paid up.

He's dying on some toilet floor.
He can't understand why.

He thinks you've paid up,
but you haven't, have you? Why not?

So I asked myself a question.

Now, what is it
that this Simon Talbot cares about?

Cares about so much he wants his boss dead.

Cares about so much he'll let his mates swing.

And it's the money.

Greg told me about the fund, Simon.

Starts off as a three-way split.

When you see what's happening
to Anthony you think,

"Well, sad for Anthony but not so sad for me...

".. because now it's 50-50 and I get more."

Right? Then you think a little further.

About how this bastard may be killing off
all your mates, but he's also doing you a favour.

So you let it happen. You let Greg go down too.

All the more for you, right?
How am I doing so far?

And then you reckon you can just
pay off what's due and walk away.

This dumb old geezer.

He'll never know how much money
he's made you,

knocking off the other players
in your little game.

My guess is that 400 grand isn't such a big deal
when you get your hands on their share.

My guess is it's all about the money.

You can have it all.

All of the fund. It's nearly two million pounds.

I wouldn't piss on your money, son.

I'll be coming for you.
That's the way it is now. I'll be coming.

Best you can pray for is that it'll be quick,
and I can't guarantee that.

What? Just take the bloody money.

And never be able to hold my head up
in this town again?

Well, it's like you said to me.
It's nothing personal. Just business.

What?

- What do you mean?
- Come on.

You know. You, your friends, your family.

That's the way it's done.

No. Wait. You leave Chloe out of this.

Your girl? Sorry, son. It's too late for that.

I'll be seeing you.

Come on, sweetheart. Time to go. Come on.

Mr. Talbot,
Mr. Lewis would like to see you.

Good afternoon, Simon.

- Anything wrong?
- Yes. We seem to have lost a lot of money.

Mainly through accounts
administered by James's department.

When James died and activity in those accounts
continued, we knew he wasn't responsible.

You're in a lot of trouble, Simon.

You're right.

They'll lock me up for this.

Somewhere safe.

- Hey, Simon.
- All right, Barry?

I've got something I think you might like to see.

- You know something?
- What?

You're not like a lot of the blokes here.

This place, it don't seem to get you down.

- I can think of worse places.
- Yeah, I'm sure.

Even so, it seems odd, a white-collar bloke
like you so at home in this place.

This is my home, Barry. I can live with that.

- New lot.
- Yeah.

So?

What's up?

We could have done you any time, with a word.

But he's old-fashioned. You made this personal.

And he takes that kind of thing very seriously.

So he's come here for you himself.