17x20 - Bully Boys

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

♪ Your love it gives me such a thrill

♪ But your love it don't pay my bills

♪ I need money

♪ Yeah, that's what I want ♪

- On my account. - No credit.

- Since when? - Since now.

You miserable old skinflint.

Reg, you couldn't lend us a fiver?

I'm good for a fiver, aren't I?

Mo, how about you? A fiver?

Frank, lend us a fiver.

Sorry.

Make it three then, eh?

Two.

Good man.

MAN: Come on!

- Two quid. Alonzo's Strike. - Are you deaf? It's started.

Take the bet. Take the bet!

MEN: Come on! Come on!

COMMENTARY: 'They're all together. Alonzo's Strike is gaining ground.'

'He's getting ahead, Alonzo's Strike.'

- No. - MAN: Come on!

- 'Alonzo's Strike!' - Come on!

'Alonzo's Strike, the winner by a head.'

'Young Jilly is second and Mabarkus third.'

Flamin' robbed! The money you've had off me!

Hey! He'll ruck you the same if we keep letting him!

Give me the money!

Give me the money!

OVERLAPPING SHOUTING

David, why didn't you tell us you were here?

Oh, well, I've only just arrived.

Oh. Hilary's not feeling very well, are you?

Oh, dear. Come on, Hilary. Let's get you home.

Sorry, I'd take her myself, but it's my nit nurse day.

And all the teachers are rushed off their feet

getting ready for the centenary event.

- It's fine, really. - Thanks, David.

Bye!

OVERLAPPING SHOUTING

MUSIC: 'Nothing Is Easy' by Jethro Tull

♪ Nothing is easy

♪ You'll find that the squeeze won't turn out so bad

Oi! Police!

Behave, now!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Get off!

♪ Nothing's easy ♪

Get off me!

That's enough!

Enough! I can call a Black Maria if anyone wants to carry on!

MEN PANTING

Are you all right?

Yeah. CLEARS THROAT

Evening. How is the invalid?

Oh, she was fine.

Until she saw her mum and turned on the waterworks.

Sounds familiar.

Well, anyway, the head was grateful.

He asked me to make sure you're coming to the centenary celebration.

Eh, what's this?

- You never said anything to me. - You will be going?

They've invited the most famous old boy to speak. Gregory Parsons.

- Who's he? - Gregory Parsons, the novelist.

Ooh! Well, there you are, then. You can't miss that, can you?

Hiya. If it's a boy, I'm going to call him Philip.

Mm, yeah, I know. You said.

What about something a bit more with-it for a second name?

Ooh, how about Wayne?

You know, like Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders.

Ah, look who's here.

Excuse me for a moment.

- Hello, Mick. - Evening, Alf.

- What brings you here? - I'm on business.

Ah. How are you, er... fixed for a bit more?

What is it?

Mrs Ventress is on this home improvement kick.

Don't ask. It's a mystery to me.

Anyway, the old three-piece suite

she sold to a fella whose cheque has bounced.

- Have you spoken to him? - Yes, no joy.

And I can't go through the rigmarole of a court case.

I was wondering if you'd have a word with him for your normal commission.

Look, why don't you call me with the details?

- I'll see what I can do. - Oh, ta.

Mr Boon, remember me?

- I'm busy. - This won't take long.

- Shall we talk outside? - I said I'm busy!

We can talk in here if you want. It's OK with me.

I'll see you in a minute.

I hope he doesn't make a mess in my car park.

You've lost the invite?!

It doesn't matter. No-one's going to miss me, are they?

I don't know. Who's kept more in touch with the school than you?

- Exactly. - When the minibus breaks down,

who do they call upon to shuttle the kids to matches?

- That's work though. - Yes! Business!

Who do they get to do the deliveries between schools?

- And you're snubbing them. - I'm not!

Oh, yes, you are. Don't you want to get on?

Yeah, of course I do.

Then you better pull your socks up.

You'll be mixing with high-ups at a do like that.

Including that famous novelist.

- Well, I've never heard of him. - No, well, that's not the point.

No. I want to see you on the photo

when he unveils the centenary plaque.

MUSIC: 'Stranger On The Shore' by Acker Bilk

DOORBELL

DOG BARKING

- Mr Younger? - Yes?

Mick Revill.

I've been asked to call by the owner of the hi-fi shop in Ashfordly.

Oh.

I understand you owe him some money for a stereogram.

Oh, erm...

I-I'll pop in some time and sort that out.

You're three months in arrears.

Yes.

But there's a reason for that.

The sound isn't as good as I was expecting.

Maybe I should come in and have a listen.

No, I'm... I'm... I'm watching television.

Are you sure? It sounds more like a stereogram to me.

- I'm shutting this door. - I wouldn't do that if I was you.

I've got very sensitive feet.

- Well, move them, then. - When I've got what I came for.

You're on very thin ice. Do you know that?

You think being a copper makes a difference?

Look, like I said, there's a reason.

Yeah, you're skint.

Now let me tell you something.

In hi-fi, nobody hides from me.

Not even from behind a uniform.

Don't make me have to call again.

CHURCH BELLS

- Don. - What's up?

Erm... I've run into a spot of bother.

- Moneywise. - Oh.

Yeah. I don't suppose you could lend me...

No chance, mate. Skint till payday.

- Mm. Ask Moneybags. - What's this?

- Geoff's on the scrounge. - A temporary shortfall.

- You owe the biscuit tin two bob. - Do I?

Flippin' heck. I'm sorry.

No need to apologise. Just keep out till you're straight.

What's going on? A man could die out there from lack of fluids.

Watch it, Alf. Geoff's on the knock.

Oh.

- JOE: How much do you need? - Fifteen, just till payday.

Sorry, Geoff. No can do.

Don't look at me, lad. You know I would if I could.

But since the missus is set on revamping the lounge,

my pockets are running on empty.

Anyone know a Neil Boon?

Sure? He's just been on the phone telling me how important he is.

You mean Boon the printer Rotarian and golf club bore?

He says he's being menaced by a thug

masquerading as a bona fide debt collector.

Name of Mick Revill.

-Do we know him? - Er... Yes.

He was a young tearaway from London

who got involved in an armed robbery in Leeds.

He did a long stretch in Armley. Since when he's kept a clean sheet.

Basically, he's a gen fella.

Who frightens people for a living.

Well, I daresay.

But I'd lay money that he doesn't step across the line into v*olence.

So this man Boon is lying?

Well, all I know is that Mick Revill vowed never to go inside again.

A couple of years back, he moved in with a woman and her son.

He's a changed man from that we've got on file.

Mm. Whether he lays hands on them or not,

it doesn't give him free rein to be menacing people on my patch.

There are legal ways of collecting bad debts.

Mason, track him down and remind him of it.

Yes, Sarge.

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC

- Mrs Lomax? - Yeah.

PC Mason. I'm looking for Mick Revill.

He's not here. I'm expecting him.

- What do you want him for? - Just a chat.

You better come in.

- What's happened? - The officer's here to see Mick.

- Is he in trouble? - It's just routine.

Go back upstairs, love. Go on.

Kevin, my son.

Since I split up from my husband, he thinks of Mick as his dad.

He's very protective. I got that.

He's just applied to become a police cadet.

- Oh, right? - So fingers crossed!

DOOR OPENS

- What's going on? - This is PC Mason, Mick.

- Do you want me to go? - No, love. You stay.

What's up?

We've had a complaint from a Mr Boon. Do you know him?

Yeah. Drives a flash car he can't pay for.

He claims that you assaulted him outside the Aidensfield Arms,

causing him injury.

What sort of injury?

A twisted ankle.

Haven't you got better things to do with your time, Constable?

- Probably. - Well, he's a liar.

- You didn't touch him? - That's not what I do.

- Is everything all right? - Yeah, it's fine.

- You coming to the gym? - Yeah, I'll be with you in a sec.

If the officer's finished.

For the time being.

But my sergeant's on your case.

With your record, you need to be careful. Understood?

Believe me, Constable, I'd be a fool to risk what I've got here.

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC

Ha-ha!

MUSIC: 'Money (That's What I Want)' by Freddie and The Dreamers

♪ The best things in life are free

♪ But you can give it to the birds and bees

♪ I need money (that's what I want)

♪ Give me money (that's what I want)

♪ I want mo-o-o-ney ♪

When are you going to pay for this motor, Mr Boon?

You've been telling tales about me.

It's a big mistake.

Come on, Mr Boon.

Open up, Mr Boon. Mr Boon, open up. I don't like to shout. Come on.

STARTS ENGINE

Mr Boon, open the door!

You can run but you can't hide!

♪ Money don't mean everything, it's true

♪ But what it don't buy you just can't use

♪ I need money ♪

Have you written up your pocket book?

Yes, why?

What have you put down about the rumpus at the bookie's?

We were called to a disturbance.

The bookmaker didn't want to press charges. No further action.

- Nothing about me? - Only that you were there.

- Is your account different? - Oh, no. No.

Well, least said...

I hardly covered myself in glory, did I?

It was umpteen to one, Geoff.

They stopped when you got there.

They'd had enough. That's why.

No. You've got it, I haven't. That's why.

What?

I don't know.

Authority, I suppose.

- Is it in the voice? - A little, maybe.

But it's more a respect for the uniform that we have to aim for.

How?

By looking confident even if you're not.

It's in the eyes, Geoff. Look as if you mean it.

I thought you'd spoken to this man Revill.

Yes, Sarge.

I've just had Boon on the phone again.

Says he's been menaced by Revill at the golf club.

You'd better bring him in. Let me deal with him this time.

Yes, Sarge.

See? It doesn't always work for me.

Hiya.

What do you want? If it's money, forget it.

- Did I ask about money? - The answer's no.

So push off before my boss sees you.

I thought you wanted a divorce.

The one you promised more than a year ago?

- As soon as I get what I'm owed. - I owe you nothing, Dennis!

All the stuff I left behind?

The only things you left were debts.

Just... a few quid to tide me over. Please.

You're getting nothing more from me. Now go.

You received a warning from PC Mason about your future conduct,

did you not?

I'm a debt collector. I have a job to do.

So do we.

It's our job to protect the public

against the illegal use of threats and menaces.

Fair enough. So why am I here?

You scare people, Mr Revill.

- Who says? - I do.

I repeat, it is illegal for a person to thr*aten another

whether by words, letters, or actions.

thr*aten what exactly?

v*olence, of course.

Now let me ask you again. Why am I here?

Mr Boon says you put him in fear of his life.

He would say that, wouldn't he?

You didn't as*ault him? Or thr*aten to as*ault him?

I told you before. I've got too much to lose to go down that road.

You don't believe me? Why don't you ask him?

Who?

You put two sugars in this, Mr Younger?

Yes.

Do you know this gentleman, Younger?

Yes, Sergeant.

In what connection?

Oh, er... A slight misunderstanding over a payment for a stereogram.

And is this... misunderstanding resolved?

Not quite.

No offence, Sergeant, but I think Mr Younger's got a bit to do

before he's the full quid as a copper.

Is your tea not up to scratch?

I'm talking about physical fitness.

How would you cope if you had to tough it out in the line of duty?

- If you don't mind... - I run a local boxing club and gym.

Really?

Why don't you come down? I'll sort you out before it's too late.

Well, boxing isn't really my thing.

No gain without pain.

Right.

So, where were we?

MUSIC: 'White Rabbit' by Jefferson Airplane

I'm afraid it's only a single room, Mr York.

I'm sure it will be fine.

I'll spend most of my time down here, drinking with old schoolmates.

- How long since you were last here? - Yonks.

I left the area with my folks when I was .

So do you think you'll recognise anybody?

Who knows? Hey, I've brought an old school photo with me.

Do you know David Stockwell?

Wiffy Stockwell? I was in the same class.

- Is he still around? - Yeah.

Old Wiffy. That takes me back.

Hey, look at this lot. What a bunch!

Where's David?

That's strange. Can't see him.

I suppose we could have stuck him in the dustbin. We usually did!

- Aww. - He was always up for a laugh.

- What's he doing now? - Oh, he runs his own taxi service.

And does odd jobs. What about yourself?

Oh, I've done OK.

I'm in management.

Strictly no heavy lifting! LAUGHS

You're right. He does look hard.

You should see him in the dark.

The bigger they are, mate, the harder they fall.

I'll bear that in mind. Thank you.

As long as you b*at him to the first punch.

Otherwise, he could let light into you.

You could just lend me the money instead.

Don't be such a big girl. Huh?

Gerroff! Gerroff!

If you can't b*at Revill, why not join him?

How's that?

He invited Geoff to the boxing club. Says he can toughen him up.

Get away!

I am not spending my spare time b*ating up a sand bag.

You'd rather sit like one, would you?

ALF: He's got a point, you know.

You've got to be able to look after yourself in this kind of job.

I reckon that Revill's made you an offer that you can't refuse.

Do you think you'll recognise one another?

Of course we will.

- What, best friends an' all? - Well, not best exactly.

- No, but in the g*ng. - Er... Now and again.

He spent a lot of time with the girls, as I remember.

Oh, did he now?!

That's typical.

They used to get him to hold one end of a big skipping rope.

I can see him now, standing there all playtime.

- Turning the rope? - No, just holding it.

You couldn't trust him with the business end of a skipping rope,

could you?! LAUGHS

Oh, go on with you!

- Hello? - We're in here, love.

- What's happened? - We've been burgled, darling.

What?!

There may be fingerprints. So try not to touch anything.

- Do you keep money in the house? - Yeah, some.

I've looked. It's all gone.

- How much was in there? - I don't know.

- About eight pounds. - Eight?

It's more like £.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Twentysomething.

The scenes of crime officer's on his way.

I'll speak to the neighbours. Find out if anyone saw anything.

Come here.

DOOR OPENS

Hello, David. There's somebody here to see you!

Wiffy! Good to see you! How are you doing?

It's Yorky, David. Don't you recognise him?

Of course he does.

- What are you doing here? - He's come to see you! What else?

Your auntie's been telling me all about your successful career.

What have you been saying?

I run a taxi, that's all.

A taxi and a lorry!

Yorky's brought along a school photo,

only you're not in it. Why is that?

How would I know?

I've been trying to think. Weren't you indisposed?

- Poorly? - No, locked in a lavatory!

LAUGHS

Hey, didn't I tell you it was going to be fun?

That's it! Come on!

That's it, Kevin. Keep it crisp.

There you go. That's better.

Hey, Mick, look.

PC Younger.

Hello. I thought I'd just come and have a look.

Good lad. What's in your bag?

- Er... - Is that your kit?

The changing rooms are over there. Kevin!

Show this fella the ropes.

This way.

PEGGY: Bye, Yorky!

Hey...

What a nice man.

Lovely manners.

Has he changed much?

No, not really. He's always been a bighead.

Leader of the g*ng.

Teacher's favourite.

Should keep in with him. You could learn something.

MICK: ! !

- ! ! GEOFF GROANS

- Now give me ten more, come on. - You said !

I lied. In your own time. Starting now.

GEOFF GROANS - !

!

! There's a good lad.

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GEOFF: .

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!

!

!

!

Are you OK?

Oh!

I say, is there a back way out of here?

- No. - Oh.

I mean, he says I've only done the warm-up.

- He's pulling your leg. - Yes, and every muscle in my body!

He knows what he's doing.

Oh, aye. It's premeditated all right.

- I hear you're a policeman. - Yeah.

- Well, I'm hoping to be one myself. - Oh?

Yeah, I've applied to be a police cadet.

Oh, well... Good for you.

I wouldn't have stood a chance without Mick Revill.

I was a bit of a layabout before he put me straight.

Over here, you two. It's a workout, not a mothers' meeting!

Put another one in there, Oscar. Have one yourself.

No, thanks, Dennis.

No? What's up?

- How about you, Bernie? - I'm all right, Dennis, thanks.

Oh.

How's that lad of yours? I haven't seen him for ages.

Nor me. He'd be all right if he weren't mixing with that thug

that's shacked up with my wife.

- Hello, Joe. - Evening, Oscar.

- Mr Lomax. - Not you again.

- Can I have a word? - Have two. One of them's off.

Where were you this afternoon between two o'clock and four?

- The bookie's. - You're barred from the bookie's.

Another one!

Neighbours of your wife's saw you loitering near her house

at three o'clock. - Not me, they didn't.

There was a burglary there this afternoon.

I think you can give us some information about it.

Now, do we do this the hard way or the easy way?

Get lost, Mason.

Dennis Lomax, I'm arresting you on suspicion of burglary.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so.

But what you do say may be put in writing and given in evidence.

- Thanks for coming. - No trouble. I was passing anyway.

- Where is he? - He's in bed.

- That's not like David. - He's complaining of pain.

- Where? - Oh, you name it.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

David, Nurse Cassidy to see you.

DAVID GROANS

What's the matter, David?

GROANS

You see, that's all I've been getting.

- When did it start? - Yesterday teatime.

Just took to his bed. Even missed Wilfred Pickles.

PHONE RINGS Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah, thanks.

Here it is.

The Federation boxing section gala night.

Applications invited.

You can't expect him to enter that. He's only just started at the gym.

Oh, Alf. You should have seen him pummelling that punch bag.

True, the bag won on points. But Geoff was well worth a rematch.

If you're so keen on this station being represented,

why don't you put yourself down for it?

Too many good boxers at my weight. I'd get a pasting.

But Geoff tips the scales at, what, lightweight?

Featherweight, even.

Forget it. There's a lightweight at Northallerton station

who boxed for England. - Really?

On Federation boxing nights, he always gets a walkover.

Right, then. This year, he's going to get a shock.

Hi.

Oh, come on, David. Talk to me.

What's wrong?

I'm all a bit hot and cold.

And I've got a throbbing head.

SPLUTTERS I've got a sore throat.

And I just feel a bit dizzy.

- Anything else? - Yeah. You're sitting on my arm.

Oh. Sorry.

Let's take your temperature.

Peggy says you're due at the centenary celebrations this evening.

Be a shame to miss that, wouldn't it?

SIGHS

No, didn't think so.

Is he back from the dead, then?

I think he may have an allergy, Peggy.

Oh, is that all?

Well, he'll be fine in a day or two.

Oh, no. That's no good. No, he's got to be up for the do.

What's more, the headmaster's just been on the phone.

He wants some books collecting from there

and delivering to Glazedell Juniors on the far side of the moor.

Urgent, he said. Now, you can't let him down, David, can you?

- I said I'd call if I had any news. - Yeah?

We know who broke in. It was your husband.

KEVIN: You what?

But you knew that already, didn't you?

Mum?

He came to see me at work, asking for money.

I told him no, he'd had enough already.

You've been giving him money?!

He agreed to give me grounds for divorce.

- But not for free. - As it's turned out, no.

- How much has he had off you? - Just leave it, Kevin!

Why didn't you give me this information?

I didn't want Mick to find out what's been going on.

I was scared he'd do something to Dennis

and give you a reason to pull him in.

- You could have told me. - It's not your problem, love.

He's my father, isn't he? Scum that he is.

- Where is he? - We've had to release him on bail.

- Right. - Where are you going?

You're right about Mick.

He'd k*ll him if he knew he'd put the squeeze on you.

It's better if I find him first.

Kevin, no! Kevin!

Keep your guard up. Come on!

Taking a breather? Is that allowed?

What the heck are you doing here?

Thought I'd see how you were getting on.

- Fine. Now get lost. - Don't be like that.

Shut up, he's coming.

- What's this? A new recruit? - Oh, no, no.

- Just supporting my workmate here. - I thought I recognised the face.

- How's he getting on? - Early days yet.

The lads were wondering if he'd be ready

for the Police Federation boxing night in a month's time.

- You what?! - I think a month's pushing it.

A month, a year, don't even think about it!

- Why not? - There's no chance of me entering.

That's a pity. It's a while since the station was represented.

Tough!

There can't be many coppers fighting at your weight.

- That's exactly what we thought. - Oh, no, no, no.

Big or small, they're policemen. Wallop first, questions later.

All I'm saying is let's see how it goes.

Yeah, no rush.

And the support of your mates is important.

- Isn't that right? - %.

- Starting from now. - Exactly.

- Good. He needs a sparring partner. - Yeah?

Yeah. I'm looking at you.

- Me? - You're not scared of him, are you?

Of course not. I've got no kit.

That's not a problem. I can fix that.

SOFT MUSIC

CHILD'S LAUGHTER

YORKY: 'Oh! That pongs! That's Stockwell!'

'Oh, Wiffy's dropped another one!' LAUGHS

'Get the dustbin! Push him down!'

'Lock the latch! Go on!'

'Stay there! Don't come out!'

'Na na-na na-na!'

'Na na-na na-na!'

MAN: 'Listen, you stupid boy. Stupid boy!'

'Don't you ever learn, Stockwell?'

'For goodness sake, boy! Not like that!'

'Stockwell!' LAUGHTER

'I said single file, you numbskull.'

'Stupid boy!' SCHOOL BELL

'For goodness sake, boy!'

CHILDREN LAUGHING, JEERING

MUSIC: 'Twang That Thang' by Richard Myhill

Look as though you mean it.

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

ENGINE STALLS

THUNDER RUMBLES

All right? Is that your car back there?

Yes, I was taking a run around the old sights and it conked out on me.

There's a mechanic in the village. Why don't you hop in?

Oh.

Thanks, Wiffy.

Sorry. David.

INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER SPEAKER

- Have you seen Dennis Lomax? - No, I haven't. He's barred.

Thanks.

MUSIC: 'Dance The Night Away' by Cream

You're in great shape, Geoff.

You're mobile.

You're elusive.

You're dynamite!

I want to see boxing, not slugging, OK?

Right. Let's see what you can do, eh?

OK, boys! Box on!

Hey, steady now! I've got a dicky ankle.

He asked me not to hurt you, so back off.

Come on, Geoff! Speed up the power!

Good, Geoff, good. Speed up the power, come on!

I said back off!

Geoff, break, break, break, break!

Find your range. Keep your feet under you!

Ha! I'm warning you.

Yeah.

Girls! Girls! Girls!

PHONE LINE TRILLING

'Aidensfield Arms. Dawn speaking.'

Hello? It's Kevin Lomax here. Is my dad there?

'Erm, yeah. Just one minute.'

Dennis, it's your Kevin on the phone.

Eh?

'Kevin? What's up?'

Mum said you were short of cash.

I might be able to help you out. Where are you going to be later on?

- I'll be here. - 'Right.'

I'll see you later.

This is Mr Scripps. If anyone can get your car going, he can.

Probably damp in the distributor. Have you got the keys?

Yeah... Won't I be coming with you?

No, you go and dry off and then David will run you back to the car.

Hopefully, I will have got it going by then.

Thanks, Mr Scripps.

You bumped into the right chap.

Fill it up, please.

Why are you driving this thing, Mr Boon?

Call it self-preservation.

Your mate didn't hang about.

Oh. No.

- How do you feel? - Erm, tired.

Must be all that running round the ring.

Yeah.

Look, erm... I owe you.

No. You know, there's more to this than making a punch look good

in front of a mirror.

I don't think Sergeant Miller would like you owing me favours.

No, probably not.

But at least we caught your burglar.

- You what? - Yeah, Dennis Lomax.

- Didn't you know? - No.

Oh, yeah. He's been extorting money from his wife for a while.

As soon as she said no, he broke in,

and took it anyway...

Now I know why you were always short of cash!

- I'm sorry, Mick! - Why didn't you tell me?

- It was between him and me. - But he was harassing you!

It was stupid, I know.

But the longer it went on, the more I had to lose by telling you.

Why?

Because I was scared of what you'd do.

Dennis would run to the police if you so much as looked at him.

What...

You think I can't deal with a bum like that without losing control?

I couldn't take the chance.

I'm sorry, love. But you mean too much to Kevin and me.

- Does Kevin know? - He does now, and he's furious.

Where is he?

He's gone to have it out with Dennis.

He's what?

He wanted to get to him before you did.

And what if the lad loses it? He's on the brink of a police career!

The first bit of trouble, it will be goodbye to all that!

Where are you going?

I'll see if I can find him before he does something stupid.

We'd better get the car or we'll be late for the school do.

It's all right. There's plenty of time.

- Suppose he can't get it going. - I'll just bring you back here.

That's what I mean. You'll be stuck in what you've got on thanks to me.

Look, I'm not that fussed about going, to tell you the truth.

You're joking! It will be a laugh seeing the old faces.

I bet Mosey won't miss. Nor Dougie Brown.

I wonder if Sylvia Tatler will be there. I used to fancy her.

Think about it. They're potential contacts as well as old friends.

The old school tie can work wonders for business, you know.

Come on.

Hey! Look who's here!

This is my lad Kevin.

- What are you having? - Nothing. Can we talk outside?

- Outside? What for? - Yes or no?

Let a man finish his beer.

DOOR OPENS

Where have you been?

Oh, er...

I've been helping Yorky out. His car broke down.

Well, look sharp.

You should be ready by now.

- Oh, no. It's too late... - No, it isn't.

- Go upstairs and get changed. - No, Aunt Peg.

You are going to that school, David. And that's final.

You said you might be able to help me out.

Yeah, I did.

Good lad.

- Did you bring it with you? - No.

You stole all the money you're going to get.

I only took what was mine. Your mother should have told you that.

Yes, she should, then I could have stopped you leeching off her.

- Don't be like that, son. - Son?!

Yeah, well, that's what you are.

A chip off the old block, like it or not.

A drunken, thieving bum like you?

Don't get all high and mighty with me!

You and her, living with a jailbird!

- He's worth ten of you! - Is that right?

Now leave Mum alone. Leave us all alone.

- Who's going to make me? - I am.

- Big man. - Big enough.

We'll see.

I'm warning you. I'll k*ll you if you come anywhere near us.

MEN GRUNTING

Leave it to me, Kevin!

CAR HORN BLARES

All right? Stay still.

BERNIE: Oscar, ring the ambulance!

Fractures to both legs and pelvis.

Plus other internal damage.

GEORGE: We did talk to him, however, so now we'd like your account.

He ran under a car.

Just like that.

Kevin and Dennis were talking outside the pub.

I arrived and he ran. That's it.

You didn't thr*aten him?

You didn't shout, "Leave him to me, Kevin"?

I can't remember.

Dennis said you grabbed him and threatened to k*ll him.

Is that what happened, Mick?

I told you what happened.

I arrived and he ran.

GEORGE: You've already been cautioned for threatening behaviour.

Thank your lucky stars you're not facing a manslaughter charge.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sarge, could Joe be spared for a moment?

- Hi. - Is Mick in there?

He's answering some questions.

The accident had nothing to do with him.

I want to make a statement.

SOFT MUSIC

DOOR UNLOCKS

Kevin's made a statement.

He claims it was he who threatened Dennis and not you.

Yeah, well, he would.

He can be a daft lad sometimes.

That's not how it was?

The lad was just trying to help.

Dennis has suffered some serious injuries.

The court may take a hard line in view of your record.

You think I don't know that?

Where are the others? I thought you said it was going to be a party.

Yeah, well, er... Change of plan.

What happened to you?

Oh, I, er... I got held up. It's just another job.

Well, you didn't miss much.

Did you not see anyone that you remembered?

Oh, yes. Mosey, he's only gone and become a vicar.

Dougie Brown, a council pest control officer.

Sylvia Tatler... INHALES SHARPLY

She's this wide now.

Dull? I'm not kidding. I could have done with you, mate.

Me? SIGHS

I was hoping tonight would have cheered me up.

How?

Well, things are a little bit sticky for me just now.

What with losing my job and my wife walking out.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Still, things can only get better, eh?

Aye.

You ever thought of leaving here?

CHUCKLES Me?

No, no.

I think about it from time to time, but...

Oh, I do go places.

You know, like Ashfordly, Whitby.

Filey.

But...

I know everyone here so it's always good to get back.

Good job too. Seems like you keep the place running.

Oh, no. It's just that everyone knows where to find me.

You've done all right.

I suppose I have.

Yeah. Let me get you another.

Oh, thank you.

Is this finished?

What are you smiling at, David?

Oh, er... Nothing.

Cheers.

Was he drunk? Well, not paralytic. But he'd certainly had a few.

- What did you see of the incident? - Nothing. Ask Bernie.

I think he saw the whole thing.

I was locking up.

Kevin and his dad were rowing outside the pub.

Well, more of a scrap in the end.

- Where was Mick Revill? - He came later.

Pulled up, jumped out of the car and shouted.

- Did you hear what he said? - Yeah. "Leave it to me, Kevin."

"Leave it to me." You're sure it wasn't "Leave him to me"?

I'm positive. I think he meant to break it up.

Then what?

Dennis Lomax broke free of the lad and ran into the road.

Thanks, Bernie.

- I told you what happened. - We know what happened.

We have a reliable witness.

Then you know who did this to me.

Revill's arrival may well have scared you.

But he was there to break up a fight, not to start one.

You what?

It was Kevin who had hold of you, wasn't it?

And it was Kevin who was making threats.

Is he making this up as he goes?

I want Revill as busted as I am.

And expose yourself in court as a drunk? A thief?

A father who's held in such contempt by his son,

he threatens to k*ll you?

Is that what you really want?

We'll take that as a no, then, shall we?

- Hello, love. - I've been so worried!

Let's get out of here before they change their mind.

Here's your bits and pieces.

Thanks, Alf.

Oh, and this is yours. I've taken my commission.

Oh, that's champion.

Thanks, Mick.

I suppose I did say I would if I could.

Thanks, Alf.

Mine again, I think.

Nice doing business with you, gentlemen.