All our routes, all our contacts.
No, he wouldn't...
No, he wouldn't go that far.
- Not even Freddie would do this. - No, no, not just Freddie.
Patricia.
My little sister.
My own flesh and blood.
Hurts, don't it?
I'm already taking care of Patricia.
You gotta take care of your end,...
... cleanly and quickly.
But, uh,...
... do you know this for certain? I mean, how can you be sure?
Don't be a fool.
Do you think he'd think twice about doing the same to you?
Freddie's an animal.
When the time comes,...
you have to be able to kill someone you love.
Don't you understand?
Ozzie is awake. He is talking to Jimmy
- and he knows it was me. - There's nothing to link you.
He knows it was me.
This is bloody Ozzie we're talking about.
Pat, it's OK, yeah?
Well, gentlemen, I think we can safely say
that Ozzie is well out of our reach.
But Jimmy don't know this was you? Not for certain, anyway.
We haven't been talking about it, so...
- Your wives are still sisters. - I'm sorry, what's your fucking point?
We need to cut Ozzy off from his world... right now.
I thought we were gonna speak to Jimmy.
Come on, Freddie.
You knew this was going to happen sooner or later whatever we did to Woody.
I'd rather it was you than one of their kebab delivery boys.
In Turkey, We would seal your filthy mouth with cement.
Oh, yeah? Well, this is the EU.
Bullshit.
- Freddie? - Yes, sir?
It's gotta be you, OK?
You're the only one that can get close enough to him.
- Where is you car Karsey, mate?*** - It's upstairs.
Right.
There's an engagement party for my daughter.
It's next week.
Jimmy'll be there.
I can fix it with Tony...
so I'm waiting upstairs in the pub.
No.
No, I'm not doing it at a party. Not in front of his family.
You might not get a better chance, Jimmy.
No.
It's Kim's engagement. She works with my wife.
He won't be so bloody scrupulous. Remember what he did to Siddy?
I'll figure out a way to get him to come out to my car.
Do you want me to wait in the car park before you?
No.
I want you to stay in the pub.
That way, he won't be on his guard.
I'm really sorry. It's the booze. It makes me paranoid.
Maybe you should do something about the booze.
I'm really trying.
Is he still seeing her?
Yeah.
I'm doing this for Kim. Tonight's her night.
Jesus, Rox, turn that bloody racket down!
I mean it. Right this minute. I swear, I'll chuck that beatbox off the edge.
Jesus, you can't call that noise music.
- I quite like it. - Are you getting old, Mum?
Stuff you listen to!
What the fuck's wrong with Fleetwood Mac, eh?
Your mum was a right rock chick in her day.
Damn right. I ran away with this band, once.
I spent 5 months on the road with 'em. Do you remember?
- Yeah! What were they called again? - The Gasoline Engines.
Remember, they were right into their motorbikes.
Mum and Dad went completely spare, didn't they?
- How old were you? - God, Roxanna's age.
- 15? No! - Yeah.
Do you remember the singer dumped me in that camp site in Camper Sands
- and I had to hitch home? - And Dad had to come and get you.
And he's definitely clean, yeah?
Yeah.
- When are you coming round? - In about an hour.
Freddie,
I saw... I saw a couple of men sitting in a car outside last night,
and,
I haven't got any milk.
Don't worry about it, babe.
I'll check it out when I get there.
Yeah.
Be quick, love.
And get this, right? Jacks used to turn up
to face his nightclub mate*** with a copy of Shoot magazine...
Stop.
... so she could tell him the football results.
I'm not joking. That's your mum.
- Mags. - Freddie.
Dad, that suit looks smashing.
Yeah?
Well, it's my daughter's engagement party, innit?
Where's Freddie? I'm gonna drop him off at your mother's
- before I meet you down the bar. - Oh, you're a diamond.
Hey, Freddie, come on in, there's a good boy.
Oi, and listen, make sure Tony puts a good kick on tap
cos you know how tight he is, don't ya?
How's Jimmy? I haven't seen him for a while.
Yeah, he's good. He'll be there tonight.
Right. I'm gonna be about five minutes, yeah?
You keep the door locked.
Dad?
You OK?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine, son.
Right. There you go.
- Mags will pick him up later. - Come on, sweetheart.
Hey, your cousin's here already.
- Little Freddie's here, too? - We've got both the rascals tonight.
Down you go, darling. Yeah, Freddie dropped him off half an hour ago.
But don't worry, they ain't gonna leave my sight.
Right.
Be good, ginger.
Something bothering you, love?
No, I'm fine. Maybe see you later.
Yeah.
Oi! Look at you! Where you been hiding yourself, babe?
Alright? I love you!
Oi, it's like Mr Big here's too flush for us riff-raff these days.
- Good to see you, Jack. - You, too!
Hello, Uncle Jim. Is that for me? Thanks.
Oh, my God!
Oh, Jesus! Is this real? Oh, it's beautiful.
- Come on, let's have a look! - Oh, it's so lovely.
It's beautiful. Thank you.
Let's get this stuff off and get that stuff on.
Lend me a fag. Oh, you're so lovely, you are.
One, two, three!
It's a lovely necklace you got Kim.
- It's nothing. - No, she's really made up. Well done.
- What's he like, her man? - Tony?
- He's young. - Is he hungry for it?
They all are these days, aren't they?
He can't wait to be earning big time, he hangs on every word I say.
- You're a legend to him. - If only he knew it.
He reminds me of someone.
Nah, you always had a bit more going on upstairs.
Even back in the day.
Let's face it, Tony's never gonna win Master Mind
but he will look after my Kim. And he's good to Jacks,
he drops in on her when I'm not about, and that's what counts.
And I always thought that'd be us some day.
Old fuckers. Propping up the bar,
swapping war stories about how fat our wives arses are.
It will be, won't it?
Yeah, yeah.
There's a few things I wanna talk to you about.
Let's do it a couple of hours, eh?
How's Ozzy?
He's good.
He's better.
Yeah, that's what Patricia tells me.
OJ Simpson, who is suspected of murdering his ex-wife...
Why is he driving so bloody slowly?
I reckon he's definitely murdered his missus.
- Granddad. - Yes, mate?
Can I go to the toilet, please?
You don't need to ask permission, lad. Course you can.
Mind you don't wake little Jimmy.
... believe he is heading to him mansion.
Over 20 helicopters have followed...
No! You've covered him up!
This is what you've created!
Freddie!
- Why did you do it? - You loved him more than me.
He was our boy.
And one day, everyone else will know that.
You should've shot me at the morgue, mate.
After today, you're a dead man.
You better get Freddie out of here.
You better get him as far away from here as you can.
Little Jimmy was your boy, wasn't he?
What is going on with you, Jimmy?
I know you seduced him.
Thinking about me?
This is over for you now, Jimmy.