The Criminal

One, I suppose.

Oh, you are previous.

One thou, dear boy.

Well, I'll make it one more.

And I'll cover.

And raise it two.

You're too rich for my blood.

Faint heart never won fair lady.

I'll make it two thou more.

And I'll see you.

So you will and so you shall.

Full house.

- Seven thou! - Have you done?

Four sevens, and it's all mine.

Kelly's back. Kelly's back.

Kelly's back.

Hey, Johnny.

Here.

He's down at reception, waiting for his cocoa and slice.

Well, don't keep him hanging about.

OK, Johnny.

I'm relying on you to make Kelly feel at home.

OK, Johnny.

What is it? What does he want? What is he saying?

- There's nothing for you to worry about. - It's Kelly, isn't it?

- He's back... Kelly's back! - Oh, stop steaming yourself up.

- Look, Johnny, he... - Here!

Here, Humpty Dumpty.

Have yourself a smoke.

After tomorrow, you can keep 'em. I won't need 'em.

Thanks, Johnny.

Johnny, you are going to do that job, aren't you?

You promised me a cut, didn't you?

- I gave you the idea! - Right, right.

It was your idea. I'll look after you.

But shut up about it!

OK, sailor, OK?

OK, sailor.

Clobber, what do you think John Bannion will do about Kelly?

Ah, don't you worry, boy, like about Kelly.

If it wasn't for Kelly, young Bryant would still be alive today, like.

- No, you don't know that, Clobber. - Oh, you're too trusting, Pauley.

They got some terrible villains in this nick.

And that Kelly.

He's shopped more fellas than I've done.

I wish you wouldn't talk that way, Clobber.

You always make yourself out to be a terrible man.

Well, I am, like.

On a preliminary evaluation of the evidence,

advanced and withheld...

and in the light of the event of both your innocence and guilt...

my considered opinion is that your legal adviser should've copped a plea of guilty.

Smartish.

That would have halved your time and perhaps his fee.

During the last race, they'll bring all the money over to the members' club.

Near on £40,000.

He's just made it in time, hasn't he?

Who do you mean, Kelly?

- Maybe it was fixed. - Of course it was.

Look...

Excuse me butting in.

But didn't this Kelly chap used to be one of Frank Saffrion's mob over in A block?

Yeah, but, uh, Saffrion doesn't want to know from Kelly anymore.

Why?

He give him to our Johnny, as a going-away present.

Yeah!

- Yes, but... - Look, Kelly's a wrong 'un.

That's enough.

Yeah, but he's a marshal, ain't he?

So he gets a posse together, like.

And they all go up to this, um, canyon sort of thing.

You know, up in the hills, like.

Clobber, I wonder if you could try a wee experiment for me.

Oh, yeah, I'll do anything for you, like, Pauley.

I mean, you're my mate, ain't you, like?

Well... Well, would you just try to complete a sentence without saying "like".

You mean, like, uh...

- you don't want me to say "like"? - Aye. Aye.

- Look after Pauley. Barrows make him nervous. - Crikey, yes.

- Stay where you are. - But, Mr Barrows...

Belt up.

I want no trouble with your lot over Kelly, Bannion.

I don't know what you mean, Mr Barrows.

- Don't come it clever with me, Bannion, - Ah, as if I'd do that.

Sir.

You're going out tomorrow.

Isn't too late to lose your remission.

- Don't think I don't know it. - Just so we understand each other.

You can give him the silent treatment, but no rough stuff.

Ah, wouldn't Frank Saffrion like that?

Saffrion's a prisoner, same as you are.

I've no favourites.

- Is that why you're giving me Kelly? - I'm not giving you anything, Bannion.

I'm warning you.

No rough stuff or your feet don't touch.

Understand?

I... I'm with you, Mr Barrows.

Good.

Sit down, Snipe.

Leave him!

He doesn't exist.

Quite right, Johnny.

- He's not even there. - Right, come on, you, upstairs.

So they're sending him to Coventry, eh?

You might say that, sir.

Do you think it's alright then?

I've Bannion's word for it, sir.

I suppose that will have to satisfy us.

Oh, don't you worry about Barrows, boy.

That's a top man, like.

Like Johnny, like.

Oh, do me a favour, boy.

You can't talk, like...

without like.

Well, can you?

You've been having me on, haven't you?

Aye. Aye, I have!

Johnny, are you gonna have him tonight, are you? Tonight, is it?

I'm not gonna have him.

But, uh...

if some naughty villain had lost his remission anyway,

wanted to do me a favour.

Here, Clobber.

You never cared for Kelly, eh? You don't care for Kelly, huh?

- Don't I then? - No, you're angry with him.

You've got the needle. You're a wild man.

You don't care. You're liable to switch cells.

Like, who with?

Oh, anybody. Even Hanson.

No... No, you wouldn't want to do that, Clobber.

Yes, I would, boy.

Ah, but you'll be alright. Nicholls will look after you.

Hanson's a nice little fella.

It'll only be for the night, like.

- Eh, tell Johnny... - Oh, oh. Oh...

Johnny doesn't know anything about it.

- I'll need a bit of noise. - Who said you wouldn't?

Course you'll need a bit of noise.

Full orchestra?

With strings.

Association over!

Association over!

Association over!

Association over!

Association over!

Come on, Bannion! You're still a prisoner, you know.

Just.

Back to your cells!

- Back to your cells! - Back to your cells!

Back to your cells!

Hey, Hanson.

Clobber? Uhh!

- Checked them all, mister? - Well, I'm just doing it, sir.

- Well, get on with it. - Yes, sir.