Do me a favor, will you?
What, and get myself beaten up again?
- No chance of that. - Not much.
- They're friends of mine. - And that'll make me feel better?
Now I don't want to get rough, do I? Take that.
Out the back door.
CON: Hold it!
Where do you think you're going?
Strawberry fair.
In.
CARTER: Turn right.
Open that door and go inside.
- What are you going to do? - Sit in the car and whistle Rule Britannia.
EDNA: You're coming back? CARTER: How could I stay away?
[Car engine roars]
[Tires screech]
PETER: Where were you?
CON: Bollocks!
[Doorbell rings]
Keith in?
PAKISTANl: [Shouts] Keith!
CARTER: What happened to you then?
KEITH: How did you find me?
CARTER: They give you a rough time?
No, you bastard! You knew they'd come back.
No, I didn't.
Does Albert Swift still live across the ferry?
KEITH: Get knotted.
All right.
I want to square things with you.
Oh, yeah? How? Stuff it!
My girlfriend's coming from Liverpool tonight.
Nice surprise, isn't it?
I'm sorry.
Here, get yourself a course in karate.
[Howls in pain]
KEITH: [Shouts] Frank said you were a shit and he was right!
KEITH: You even screwed his wife, didn't you?
The poor bastard didn't even know if the kid was his!
CARTER: How were things...
...between you and Frank?
He was all right to me.
Nothing more? Just another fella?
Nicer than most.
- Just another fella though, wasn't he? - Yes.
- Even though he was nicer than most? - Yes.
I can't help the way I am.
Why'd you see him so regular?
Once a week?
I call that regular.
He was gentlemanly. I like that.
Once a week. You like a gentleman, do you?
Look, I'm me. Right? We are what we are, like it or not.
MARGARET: Why all the bloody needle?
CARTER: What was bugging Frank?
MARGARET: He wanted me to leave Dave and marry him.
Last Friday I told him it wouldn't work. Dave would have killed us both.
He followed me home and kicked up a stink in the street.
I had to tell Frank I couldn't see him anymore.
It was getting too dodgy.
That was Sunday. He said he'd kill himself.
I was frightened what you might do.
I don't believe you. Frank wasn't like that.
I'm the villain in the family, remember?
It's the truth.
It is, honestly.
You bloody whore.
Frank was too careful to die like that.
Now who killed him?
I don't know nothing.
The only reason I came back to this crap house...
...was to find out who did it.
I'm not leaving till I do.
Do you understand?
[Horn honks insistently]
CON: Hello, Jack.
You bitch!
It was you who told them I was here, wasn't it?
[Shrieks in pain]
CON: Peter's very upset about his car. He's going to shit all over you.
I'll catch up with you, Margaret.
CON: You bastard! CARTER: Come on, get me!
[Engine roars]
[Tires screech]
GLENDA: Over here, Jack.
CON: Peter! Peter!
PETER: What the hell's she doing?
You didn't know you had a fairy godmother, did you?
No, frankly, I didn't know that.
A fairy godmother all of your own. Aren't you lucky?
Yeah. So, where are we going, Princess?
To the Demon King's Castle, of course.
Of course. Where else.
[Tires screech]
CARTER: How did you know where I'd be?
GLENDA: You were seen parking your car.
The Demon King waved his wand and I was dispatched to bring you to him.
Lucky for you, I waited.
Very lucky, I should think. You're drunk.
GLENDA: Nasty.
CARTER: He must have been pretty sure I'd come.
GLENDA: He was.
He told me a magic spell that would make you come.
What was that?
GLENDA: We're there now.
CARTER: Thank God.
BRUMBY: A new venture of mine. It's going to be a restaurant.
Do you like it?
CARTER: Yes. Very nice.
BRUMBY: Last night, after you'd gone, I did a little bit of asking around...
...seeing as you weren't very forthcoming.
It seems you're concerned about the death of your brother.
I got to thinking how nice it would be if the bloke you was after...
...was the same bloke I wanted off my back.
You know my life: Machines...
...the arcades. It's a nice business.
It runs itself. People put money in. I take it out.
There's not much rough stuff.
It's a business that makes me very happy.
Recently, though, I've had a spot of bother.
One of my lads gets a bit overanxious and flogs some machines...
...to a club that has already got some.
The upshot is I've got to eat shit and stop flogging my machines to other clubs.
As far as I'm concerned, that's it. Apparently not.
These people I've offended get the idea that it would be good thing...
...to take over the whole of my outfit, so I'm worried.
I can't fight them. I don't have that sort of a setup.
But I've got to fix them before they fix me.
The trouble is, if I try...
...and they find out, I'm dead.
[Glenda giggles]
BRUMBY: £5,000,000.
That belongs to you.
Along with a little name I'm going to give you.
CARTER: What name?
Kinnear. Cyril Kinnear.
Kinnear did it.
Why?
I don't know.
All I know is there were people shitting bricks at his place last Saturday.
Your brother's name was mentioned. Next day, he was dead.
Why?
- I don't know. That's all I was told. - That's not good enough.
Christ!
Do me a favor.
Do you really think I'm going to fix Kinnear on your say-so?
Just because they put me onto you last night?
Don't think you can play the same trick. Stroll on.
Jack, you're wrong.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Brumby. - Jack!
Who is setting you up in this place?
Brumby.
- Is he coming here? - Don't worry.
He's meeting the architects at the restaurant.
Aren't you scared Kinnear will find out?
He won't. He thinks I'm simple.
Why does he want that great big country place for?
Entertaining.
What kind of entertaining?
Now you're asking.
Does Brumby really enjoy that crap?
Especially when I play the lead.
Did Kinnear...
...say anything about me after I left the other night?
That's why you waited for me?
No, not entirely.
You're sure about that?
Sure, I'm sure.
You bastard.
Glenda!
I'm in the bath.
I want to give you an Oscar.
You've been watching the film.
Tell me about the girl.
What girl?
The young girl. Who pulled her?
I don't know.
Was it Albert?
Shouldn't think so.
- It is one of Kinnear's films? - Yeah.
Who set it up? Eric?
Yeah.
Then he must have pulled her.
Expect so.
Did my brother Frank...
...find out?
Your brother? What are you talking about?
You lying bitch!
Tell me the truth.
The girl's name was Doreen. That's all I know.
- And you didn't know her last name? - No.
Well, it's Carter. That's my name!
Her father was my brother...
...and he was murdered last Sunday.
Now get in there and get dressed.
Get in! In!
Where's Albert? Where's Albert?
I know where to find him.
He's come for Albert.
I don't know. On the ferry, I reckon.
Hello, Albert.
Hello, Jack.
I don't know anything, Jack.
Yes, you do.
Talk, or I'll kill you.
I know.
Do you want to go to the toilet, Albert?
Do you want to go to the toilet?
You can't get away from me, Albert.
I know.
For Christ's sake, give us a fag.
I didn't know who Doreen was.
Though she was just another bird.
Did Eric Paice pull her?
Yes.
How?
I don't know. Got his ways. He knows Margaret.
When did you find out?
Couple of weeks back.
How?
No choice. I had a visit from somebody.
Who?
Cliff Brumby. He'd seen the film. He wanted to meet Doreen.
And you told Brumby?
Who killed Frank?
Do you want to be dead, Albert?
Last Sunday afternoon Eric and two of his boys arrived with Frank.
They told me he'd rumbled.
Somehow he'd seen the film and was about to shoot his mouth off.
They asked me for some whisky and started forcing it down his throat.
I thought they'd just duff him up a bit. Honest.
What did you do, Albert?
Nothing. What could I do?
Did Eric know that Frank was my brother?
Yes. I told him.
What did he say?
Good.
They drove Frank away in a car.
Is that all there is?
Yes.
That's it then.
Jack, for Christ's sake.
For Christ's sake!
You knew what I'd do, didn't you, Albert?
Yes, but... Christ! I didn't kill him, did I?
I know you didn't kill him. I know!
Put me two bob on Lucky Leap, would you?
No shooters, you stupid bastards! Cyril said no shooters!
- Do you want to get us all nicked? - Get stuffed!
- Turn it in. Gerald wants to see him first. - Shut up!
Are you coming in, or are you gonna piss about all day?
You're bloody finished, you know that, Jack.
I've finished you.
Not till I'm dead, Eric.
You've still got your sense of humor.
Do you want to tell him how I've finished him?
He's told Gerald about you and Anna.
He didn't believe me at first. Then Peter talked to him.
Didn't even say goodbye. Just asked us to take you back.
Alive.
He's probably talking to her right now.
Are you still going to fancy her when Gerald's finished with her face?
Stay where you are, Peter!
Don't!
Carter, your car needs a wash.
I don't want them cooking in here. You can put a hatch in that wall.
I can do that, but it's a question of design.
Aesthetically, you've got to use...
Who in Christ's name's that?
A bloody madman!
Extraordinary fellow.
Jack!
You shouldn't have shown the film to Frank.
It was the only way I could get at them.
You shouldn't have.
Your brother was going to the police.
- You didn't have the guts to do it yourself. - They'd have killed me.
They killed my brother instead.
I didn't think they'd do it.
How would you have liked it...
...if that had been your daughter being poked in that film?
What would you have done then?
Slags like your Sandra can get away with it.
Can't they?
The Doreens of this world can't.
Can they?
It's very rude to disappear like that. Where can he possibly be?
I have an awful feeling we're not going to get our fees on this job.
The guy on the Swing Bridge.
Okay.
- How did it happen? - I don't know how it happened.
How far did he fall?
What did Betty say? 90 floors, I think it was.
Really, was he dead?
Yes. Apparently he hit his head on the pavement.
- Well, he would be, wouldn't he? - I'm sure.
It's better to go quick like that.
Number 9, "Doctor's Orders. "
Five and eight, 58.
One and five, 15.
Two and six, 26.
Three 0, "Blind 30."
Seven and eight, 78.
Five and three, 53.
Nine 0, "Blind 90."
Two and five...
... on 25.
One so far on 25.
Anybody else please, for that full house.
Just the one, nobody else?
Checking just one this time.
I've come for you, Margaret.
Who?
Fletcher!
Hold on.
Hello? Gerald?
It's Carter.
Now listen carefully, you hairy-faced git!
I've got the film and enough evidence to put you away for a long time.
All it takes is one call to the police.
Really?
So?
I'll do a simple deal with you.
All I want...
I see. I think that can be arranged.
But I don't want him there...
...until 6:00 in the morning.
Okay?
Right.
Out!
You wanted something, Cyril?
Yes, Eric. A word with you.
Get out!
Come on. Come on!
Take your clothes off!
Keep your pants on. Lie down.
Lie down!
I want you to listen very carefully. Jack Carter...
Yes.
Do you know what he looks like?
Yeah.
Police.
You couldn't win an egg-and-spoon race, Eric.
Sod off.
Stay away from the car or I'll blow you apart.
Stand up. Stand up!
I bet...
...you could use a drink...
...couldn't you, Eric?
Have a drink.
Still got your sense of humor.
Drink up.
I want you...
...to drink all of it.
Do you understand?
Drink it all.
Just like it was...
...with my brother Frank...
What?
Drink up!
Drink up, Eric!
It was you...
It was you who poured it down him, wasn't it?
What? What?
Did you all have a good laugh...
...while he was spewing up?
Drink up! Drink!
Drink it!
Did you pass the bottle round...
...when the car went over the top, eh?
Goodbye, Eric!
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