Villain

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Last one tonight. - Yeah.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Patti. - Morning.

Oh, got the keys?

Come on, Benny. I'm tired. I want to get home.

Cop that!

I wonder how many press-ups she does every morning?

- That's all you think about. - Nine and six, this magazine.

Nine and a tanner!

Wish I had a paper.

Do you think he's got somethin' to eat?

I don't know, do I? Have a look.

Well, I must have somethin'.

I've only had a packet of crisps since yesterday afternoon.

Here's Benny now.

He can tell you.

He's only pulled.

He's only pulled a bird.

Well, I'd give her one.

What are you doing?

Please leave this flat as you'd expect to find it.

Vic?

Vic?

- The light's on. - Good morning.

- What's the game? - In there.

Well, don't you stand there, girl. Come in.

Why don't you go and make a cup of tea?

Hello, Benny.

Look, Vic...

Ooh!

Pick him up. Pick him up.

Ooh!

Ooh! Ooh!

Benny...

Benny, you've been talking too much.

Christ!

This will help you to get the chat out quicker.

Please!

Careful, Vic.

Bleedin' pigeons!

- Morning, Mum. - Oh, morning, Vic.

- Brought you a nice cup of tea. - Thank you.

- Have a good sleep? - Yeah, I must have done.

- What time is it? - Mm, it's about half past eight.

Oh, you're up early.

Yeah, I had a night out with the boys.

Looks as if it's gonna be a nice day.

Might go for a run down to the coast. Get a breath of sea air.

- Brighton? - Well, if you like, yes.

Oh, goody!

Drink your tea while it's hot.

Morning.

Hello, Tom.

Ah, how's my favourite girl then, eh?

She never gives me a hug like that. I think she saves them for you.

Yeah, well, her Uncle Tom's her favourite, isn't he?

Aren't I your favourite, eh?

Oh, I like your new dress. It's lovely, that.

Come to help me with the gardening?

Benny Thompson got done last night.

- Is he dead? - No, poor lad. They cut him.

Here and here, and most other places.

- Uh, Jill, love. - Yes?

Go and ask Mummy to make us a cup of coffee, will you?

- Thank you, darling. - And some biscuits.

Yeah, they strung him up like a bleeding carcass

and hung him from a window five storeys up.

Benny Thompson? He didn't give us much, did he?

No, nothing special, just gossip.

- Smells like Vic Dakin to me. - Can't think why he bothered.

I'd better come in.

No, you're all right. I just dropped by.

Anything to stop bloody gardening.

Morning, Vic. See the match then?

Ah, terrible.

Ah, they shouldn't have taken Weller off, should they?

He's looking well. Where you been, Tommy? South of France?

He played very well, that... Weller.

Yeah. Go on, give him a drink. Cheer him up a bit.

Yeah, uh, how's Mrs Dakin these days then?

She's well, thank you. It's very nice of you to ask.

- Give him a drink. - Yeah, sure.

Morning, Vic. How you keeping?

How's Mum?

Good night on the box tonight. Donald O'Connor and Vera-Ellen.

What's the score then, Danny? Bit of aggravation at the club?

Oh, Danny's got a bit of business.

Oh, yes?

Well, it's not quite your line, Vic, but, uh, bit of money.

- How much money? - Sixty, seventy thousand.

Here you are, boys.

Ta.

- I'm listening. - Plastics factory.

Huge place, big payroll. No armoured van.

Mm-hm.

I know the clerk, see? He works in the wages department.

He sees the money being delivered every week. Well, he's there.

Why is he telling you about it?

Well, he comes down the club, doesn't he?

You know the type, pathetic.

Comes down the club most Saturdays.

Tells his wife he's going to the football.

- That makes him bent. - No, no.

But he's crewed up with one of the birds, isn't he?

Only wants to take care of her.

You know what I mean? He's a bit bent for a start.

Bitter, you know. Thinks the world owes him something.

A wanker.

Worth a peek, Vic.

Sounds a bit tasty.

Well, it's nice of you to think of us, Danny.

Uh, I'll have a little think.

- I'll see you. - Oh. Yes. Well, cheers, Vic.

Anytime, you know. Uh...

Yes. Yes.

Uh, no need to collect off Danny for a couple of weeks.

Reward initiative.

I don't know. It's not our sort of... Well, I mean, it's not your sort...

Well, what I mean is, well, a bit of robbery these days...

Well, I mean... you can't tell.

We're being very erudite today, aren't we?

Bit of blazing eloquence there.

Just give me the keys. I'll take Mum for a run.

See if you can find Wolfe. I want to talk to him.

I wanna see what he's up to.

It's just a favour, love.

Yes, well, I don't like some of your favours.

Look, we'll take a nice drive in the country, right?

Fresh air, posh house, lovely way to spend a Sunday.

And who's going to be there?

Some friends of mine.

You've just got to be nice to them.

You know, it's important to me, love.

And you'll meet a nice type of person. Generous with it.

Got his own plane.

Lands in the back garden. Nips up to Scotland, shoots his own deer.

Yes, it has a certain style about it.

Some place though, isn't it? Fit for a king.

I bet the bathrooms are freezing.

Wolfe, I'm so glad you could come. How terrific.

Hello, Vivian. This is Venetia.

Hello, Venetia.

Well, we're all drinking in here, so do come on through.

I do wish you'd been down here last night, Wolfe. Some lovely faces came down.

Yeah.

Anyway, please circulate and I'll organise some champagne for you.

- And do help yourself to what you want. - Fine.

- Who's she? - Sshh.

It's his gaff. Only a marquis, isn't he?

Influencing friends and making people.

- Thank you, squire. - Oh, thanks.

Cheers.

I know his face, don't I?

Should do. Seen it often enough on the telly.

Stirring the conscience of the nation. He's an MP.

- Mm. Well, he wouldn't get my vote. - It's not your vote he's after.

Hello, Wolfe.

Venetia, this is Gerald Draycott.

Hello, Venetia.

Hello.

Vivian tells me you're not staying, Wolfe.

What do you mean, you're not staying?

Well, I've got to get back to town, love. I've got things to do.

Listen, I'll take your car, okay?

I'm sure someone will give you a lift back in the morning.

Oh, yes. I'm going back myself.

Got things to do, pet.

You are a sod, Wolfe.

What can I do?

What a shame, hmm?

Still, I hope you'll enter into the spirit of things, Venetia, hmm?

Hello, boy.

- Hello, Wolfe. - Hello, Ken.

Did your friends find you?

Friends?

What friends?

Yes, two of them asking for you about, uh, about an hour ago.

Where you going, Ken? You just gonna take him for a walk?

No, I'm just going down to The Potter for a drink.

Yeah, well, listen, bring him upstairs. I've got some meat for him, okay?

Okay.

Terry.

Duncan.

Sshh, boy. Shoo.

Well, what's the scene?

Vic's missed you, Wolfe. He wants to see ya.

Just friendly, like. He's very fond of you, Wolfe.

- Well, how's his mum? She okay? - All right. Mustn't grumble, Wolfie boy.

Gettin' old. You know what I mean?

He wants to see ya.

Well, I'll give him a call, all right?

Right.

What's your name?

Kenneth.

That's a nice dog you got there, Ken.

A friend of mine had one like it.