Ashes To Ashes s01e05 Episode Script

And if I do that, will I get back to my daughter? Bolly kecks on rampage with idiot theories, run for your lives! What would really help me, is for us to become friends.
You used me.
Just like you use whoever you need for whatever you want.
Now then, Bollinger knickers, are you gonna kiss me or punch me? What do you do, Gene? Last few seconds on Earth? Anything you want.
Right now.
What would you do? Say it.
So what are you? C or a D cup? I am so hot.
Dear Lord, if this is a test, I fear I may fail.
Gene I know.
Time of death was between midnight and half past.
Most of the injuries happened several hours before.
Marks around the wrists and ankles.
Obviously he'd been tied up at some point before he died.
I seem to have mislaid the smelling salts.
It's part of the job, love.
His name's Anthony Grange.
17.
No.
No, it's not that.
I just, er I am not going to die.
I'm coming home to you, Molly.
DI Drake.
What's the background? He's the reason we're going after Simon Neary.
Amongst his other business interests, Neary runs one of the biggest vice rings this side of the river.
Anthony was one of his boys.
At least until he got on the wrong side of him.
What have we got on him? Nothing yet.
But I know he did it.
Let's just hang him now, shall we? Guv? Oh, guv.
Reeks called.
He's got us a location on Neary's meet.
Let's go catch the bastard in the act.
Neary's just entered the building.
Target's on the plot.
He's heading upstairs.
Over.
Stay with him.
Out.
I have eyeball on the target.
I mean, I can see him.
Over.
Just follow him, you dickhead.
Lost him.
Over.
Eyeball, fourth floor.
What've you got? It's not working.
What? - I didn't touch it.
- Batteries.
The new batteries for the mic? - Oh, Chris has got 'em.
- You what? Well, see, I had the mic in the car.
I don't want to know why, I just want it to work.
I wanna know when to arrest the bastard the moment he exchanges cash for the drugs.
How else we gonna know when to go in? - Batteries? - Right here, guv.
Hey up.
- What? - Can't hear anything.
- We've got to kick the door down.
- Go in too early and you'll lose him.
Go in too late, we'll lose him.
We're bloody coppers, not spies.
Look at us.
Tinker, tailor, soldier, twat! Premature action could jeopardise the little intelligence you've gathered.
Neary! Where's Neary? Where is he? He's gone.
We had him right here.
And we lost him.
What's going on, who are you? Angry coppers about to take out every ounce of their considerable frustration on your miserable carcass.
Bloody hell! Right.
Where are the drugs? What drugs? There are no drugs.
Diamonds, forged notes, whatever Neary was buying.
Where are they? He must have bloody big ears.
It's the wrong orifice, Chris.
It's a butt plug.
It goes up your arse! My name is Alex Drake.
I've just been shot and that bullet has taken me back to 1981.
I may be one second away from life, or one second away from death.
All I know is that I have to keep fighting.
Fight to live, fight to see my daughter.
Fight to get home.
THE SMOKING GUN Where are the drugs, forged notes, et cetera? I don't know what you're talking about.
- Do not try it on with me, son.
- I'm not.
I'm not.
So what were you doing in that room? Having sex.
What, Neary was a punter? I've had enough of this.
What's the nature of your relationship with Simon Neary, Mr Johnstone? He's my boyfriend.
Your boyfriend? Dear God! He must be in on the deal somehow.
Let's face it, there was no deal.
All they exchanged were bodily fluids.
Immoral earnings.
Get him on that.
No money exchanged hands.
It was a perfectly innocent encounter.
It's the first time I've heard shit-stabbing called innocent.
Look, I am really sorry.
That kind of behaviour from a police officer is unacceptable.
Don't tell me you're surprised.
No.
No, I'm not.
I walk with dinosaurs.
Do you fancy a coffee? I could do with a break from the world of Tyrannosaurus Hunt.
I don't think so.
All right, maybe another time.
I'll see you out.
What, that bloke you brought in? Yeah.
Really? What a shame.
All the best-looking men are, I suppose.
Hey, is Neary a poof too, then? A fairy, a queen, a fudge-packing ponce.
- But he's as hard as nails.
- Ronnie Kray is a bumboy.
One of the Krays is an arse bandit? I thought they boxed? One, homosexuality is not something you can catch.
Two, a preference for the male form does not indicate which sport you prefer.
And three, have you ever wondered why the Inuits have so many words for snow? Eskimos.
It's because it's important to them.
Why is Neary's sexuality so important to you? You know, it's not so long ago every woofter in the world was breaking the law.
They have sex, Gene.
Sweaty muscular male sex.
Just get used to it.
Now can we concentrate please on the crimes he commits, and not whose cock he sucks.
Did you just say Yes, Chris, I did.
Whether I like what Simon Neary gets up to behind closed doors, preferably padlocked, doesn't stop him from being a murdering bastard.
If anybody deserved to rot in hell, it's him.
Let's make a good case.
What happened to your red-hot lead? Your top snout, the one that you said would "smash Simon Neary's poxy crime ring once and for all.
" Good bloody question.
Reeks, you maggot.
I gave you a fiver for solid information and you give me a suitcase full of dildos! - Dope.
- Dildos.
The biggest of which I will ram so far it'll give your tonsils a treat - if you don't give me something better.
- Dope, I heard.
Or smack.
Or notes, forged drafts.
I don't know, Mr Hunt, right.
I'd heard something big, I mean large.
- Something major, I heard.
- Do you know what I heard? I heard your conviction for possession, that oh-so-conveniently disappeared, - is about to miraculously reappear! - You wouldn't.
Give me a sardine sandwich and call me the Copper Christ.
You can't.
Can he? I don't think he'll be taking my opinion into consideration.
I can't.
I shouldn't even be All right.
Neary's got a big shipment coming in, he's been talking about it for weeks.
- A shipment of what? - I don't know.
- Thank you and good night.
- No, please, wait! I can't push it too far.
You know what he's like.
He wants me as a driver for a meet later today.
When? Fiver.
Thing is, see, Marie won't let me see the kids.
She says I've got to go to court, and I can't turn up dressed like this, can I? I need a suit, something nice.
So if you could see your way to Fiver, and I don't knee you in the bollocks.
Bargain! - Two o'clock.
- Where? What? You've proved you're quicker climbing than me.
And more supple.
Firm, with a peachy ripeness that's begging for a good old Shut up! Your problem is you can't take a compliment.
That's one of your problems.
I see Neary.
Who's the dealer? No idea.
He's not one of Neary's usual contacts.
Here come the sweeties.
Whatever they are.
Oh my God! This is about guns.
Shit! We've got to get to that dealer! - What the bloody hell are you doing? - Forget Neary.
You follow the gun dealer! Sodding bloody women! - Left, left.
- What? Left.
Left turn! Turn left! - What do you mean, "left left"? - I mean he turned left! No need to tell me twice.
Well, I just thought for clarity I should say, "Go left.
" Well, not here! Make your bloody mind up, woman! Now you've lost him! What do you mean, "I've lost him"? You do realise we're back where we bloody started.
You follow the guns.
That's what you do.
That's the rule.
And let Neary off the hook for the second bloody time? Guns are at the root of the public protection issue.
Don't you think you might be ever so slightly overreacting? - No, I don't.
- It's one little shooter.
That's all it takes, don't you see? One little shooter.
It's killing me.
Mum, don't go! I stop the guns, and I stop the bullets.
Stop the bullets, and I wake up.
Wake up, and I see you.
Please.
Boss.
Ma'am, I've put out the gun dealer's number plate, but his face is not ringing any bells.
I want everything you've got on Simon Neary.
Criminal records, bank records, every single piece of paper you can find.
And then, I want the same again on everyone he knows.
- That might be a bit tricky.
- Now, Chris.
OK.
Right.
Chris.
Oh, here we go! Simon Neary.
He's fined for possession and one suspended sentence.
Twice prosecuted for GBH and twice acquitted due to lack of evidence.
Bloody judges.
Couldn't recognise a villain if he burnt his house down, raped his wife, and jumped up and down on her head in front of his bloody stupid beaky face.
- And juries.
- Don't get me started on juries! Neary then starts to trade in forgeries, drugs and flesh.
And he teams up with other criminals.
Chris? There's Sammy Baker.
Derek Beatty.
And Razor McCann.
Five murder trials between them and two convictions.
Villains with psychop - Socio - Sociologists? Bloody hell! If they start killing people we are in trouble.
No, socio Sociopathic tendencies.
Neary is ruthless, ambitious and now he wants guns.
A gun.
Guns.
What we saw was just a sample.
One gun is not enough for Neary.
More than money, he wants power.
So, what's at stake? Why does Neary want guns? Anyone? Open forum.
OK, let's brainstorm it.
Chris? He wants to shoot people? Who? Why? Don't you understand? This is where it starts.
- What does? - It does.
If Neary has guns, his rivals need guns.
The violence escalates, it spirals out of control.
He's not looking to start a bloody war.
But it becomes one.
Once the genie is out of the bottle, we cannot put it back in.
- He'd never fit.
- Eh! You might think it's bad now, but you have no idea what's coming.
Crackheads armed with Uzis.
Kids killed in the street, whoever's in the line of fire.
Our kids.
Our streets.
If I can stop that now, if I can stop the guns, then I can stop the bullets and maybe, just maybe I can go home.
Yes.
Is this you in your doolally captain of the Upper Fifth way of telling us that Neary deserves to go down? Yes.
Good.
Who's the dealer? When's he delivering the rest to Neary? I don't know, I don't.
If I'd known it was guns, I wouldn't even have been there.
Neary only took me with him cos Kosher Pete's in hospital.
Gall bladder.
I should pull yours out with a bloody rusty hook.
I'm sorry, Mr Hunt.
I just Look, I'm not part of Neary's thing any more.
I can't handle it.
And I think he's on to me.
You've let me down.
How big is the shipment? Do you know how many guns are involved? I don't.
I really don't.
If you have anything spare, I could really do with Well, if you can afford a suit No.
It's Mr Hunt's.
He said, I could, you know, cos of the kids and all.
I'm just going up the court now.
OK.
Good luck.
Let's face it, Viv.
Wooden tops don't stand a chance.
Not with the mighty Shilton between the sticks.
Don't put money on it.
I wouldn't want to rob you.
Mind you, you've got quite a handy left foot when you want to have.
No stamina, though.
Can't hack a man's game.
I called Interpol like you said.
"Potential international connections.
" I wouldn't hold your breath for the garlic munchers.
Couldn't ID Hitler if he'd stormed their building in a Panzer.
The same thing happened in World War II.
They came up with this.
Niccolai Sarris.
He's been running guns for years.
Excellent.
That's much more like it.
OK, boys.
Game on! - Where are you going? - Football.
We've IDed the gun runners.
What about the car? Plods are on it.
Driving round London looking for a car Sarris probably stole, is not a constructive use of my time.
Oh, and football is? This is the first lead that we've got.
We've got a name and a face.
I've got people looking for him.
What more do you want me to do? Well, what about the gun? Do we even know what the make of gun is yet? Colt 1911.
Well, how do you know? I thought you wanted to take Simon Neary down? I do.
And we will.
After the match.
Reeks hasn't given us anything.
We need a new informant.
If you won't help me, I will do this on my own! We have to stop the guns! Simon's not a bad guy.
- You think so? - I know so.
Do you love him? Just because we're both men doesn't mean we can't love each other.
- I didn't mean - I trust him, he trusts me.
He cares for me.
He makes me feel safe.
We have a good time.
If that's not love I don't know what is.
And the sex is great.
As long as you use protection.
You sound like my dad.
Does he know you're gay? What about your mum? I haven't seen mum and dad for over a year.
- Why? - Why?! Because It's difficult, OK? No, what's difficult is not having a relationship with your parents.
That's difficult.
Being alone.
- That's hard.
- Well, I'm not alone.
- I've got Simon.
- Yeah.
Now, I know that men can love each other.
Men can have great relationships.
And they can also have really bad ones.
What are you doing? If you want to talk.
Or if Neary says anything.
Marcus could be our best chance to get to Neary.
Who could be closer to him than his boyfriend? - No.
- What's your objection? He's an informant like any other.
This is the way I work.
I pay a snout a fiver, he gives me information.
He knows I'll look after him.
That way we all knows what's what.
- Him, I don't know.
- What are you really scared of? Being stuck in a small room and forced to listen to you prattle on until the end of time.
Marcus could get us Neary and the guns.
How do you know you can get him on side? He's in denial about what Neary's really capable of.
- He thinks he's in love with him.
- "In love"? They're two blokes! Two hairy stinking bloody great blokes.
- Someone fell in love with you once.
- More than once.
And that was different.
They were women.
Get a waft of that.
Man's stink.
Tell me that doesn't moisten your gusset.
Who's in denial now? Give us a bottle of beer, Luigi.
Their idea of what makes a man a man is so utterly, utterly wrong, isn't it? I've always thought sexual characteristics are misleading.
Girls, boys.
Masculine, feminine.
When it comes down to it, we're all a bit of both.
Calm down! Calm down! Of course, the other reason for your rampant homophobia could be that you're a bunch of poofters! Drake.
What? Better get over here, now.
Take him down.
All right, boys.
- What about forensics? - Take him down now.
Gene! I'm sorry, Gene.
He was wearing your suit.
Gene! Do I know you? You will.
- Copper.
- I know you killed him.
Who's that then? I'm gonna finish you, Neary.
I'm gonna dig a deep dark hole and I'm gonna bury you in liquid shit.
Don't you need witnesses? You know, evidence.
It's not that easy to fit people up now.
I don't need to fit you up.
- What are you, DI? - DCI.
Well, I wouldn't bank on promotion next time you're in front of the board, Detective.
Marked.
Ballistics report.
9mm.
- 1911? - What do you think? Witnesses? None from the door-to-door.
But me and Chris are gonna go back, see what else we can find.
- They couldn't get any prints.
- Nothing at all? - Fibres? - No.
No leads on Sarris either, gun runner.
I don't give a toss about the guns.
Reeks was a crook and a junkie but at least he tried.
Neary's put one kid on the slab and left two others wondering why daddy doesn't visit any more.
We've no forensics, no witnesses.
If Neary gets his hands on those guns, all hell will break loose.
We need to move fast and Marcus is all we've got.
Will he help me bring Neary down? I think so.
Right.
We want a word with you.
What do you really know about Simon Neary? He's got a big dick.
My informant's got a bullet through the head.
Why don't you try swallowing that? Has he told you what he does for a living? He runs a protection racket.
Loan sharks.
He smuggles things.
What things? Whatever the very worst of London's scumbags want, your bum chum gets.
Diamonds, furs, hash.
Speed, coke, smack.
The gear your friendly neighbourhood dealer sells outside them school gates.
Nice work! Simon is part of that.
- He hurts people.
- He doesn't hurt me.
Lucky you.
Yeah, he told me you'd do this.
You try to fit people up.
You need an arrest and you don't like poofs.
That's the way it works, isn't it? Will you do me a favour? Harry Richardson.
"Reeks".
You might have seen him around.
What happened to him? Your boyfriend.
Reeks worked for him.
Didn't do very much with his life, but his kids loved him.
No.
Simon wouldn't do this.
Look, I don't know what you're trying to do to him, and I don't know why, but I don't believe any of this.
Any of it.
Leave me alone.
You think he wouldn't do something like that because he's told you he wouldn't.
And he trusts you, and you trust him.
Except he doesn't.
- He gets jealous, doesn't he? - Only cos he loves me.
It's not about love, it's about possession.
You don't know him! How could you know what we're like together? I know you've thought about leaving him.
But you're too scared of what he might do.
He wouldn't do anything to me.
He is paranoid, and he's dangerous.
Leave me alone now, Alex.
- Hello there.
- Hey.
Who's your friend? Hi.
We go way back.
I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar - And - That's a flash name for a clipjoint.
It was a bit more upmarket than that, wasn't it? Trust me.
Don't be cheeky.
It's probably out of your league.
Really.
Don't be cheeky.
Listen, change of plan.
I've got a lot on, things to do.
I'm not gonna make it this afternoon.
Go straight to Nirvana.
I'll meet you there.
What's that? A club? I'll come.
- Oh, will you? - Yeah.
Meet me at eight.
And that means eight.
Wear the other shirt.
He looks lovely in blue.
Bet he does.
See you at eight.
I don't like it.
Well, we've established the cover.
Marcus and I used to work the streets.
Did you? No.
That's the cover.
Shame.
Might have fancied a punt.
Hang on, hang on.
Now this is worth getting straight.
I am imagining you imagining paying for sex with me in my imaginary role as an imaginary street whore.
You must have a filthy mind.
An absolute sewer apparently.
Now look, OK, this is my op, my target, my risk.
You know, it'll take more than an imaginary sneaky peek at your arse to keep me sweet if this goes tits up.
Do you want to nail Neary? No.
I want to arrest him.
I updated the interest report on the gun dealer's car.
What about Reeks? Anyone been back to the estate? We're just waiting for wooden tops to process their Bloody hell! What? What? You're supposed to look like a top agency girl, not some cheap slag from the Old Kent Road.
You're supposed to be showing a little bit of class.
She nearly is! I'd pay.
No.
Better.
Thank you.
- What are you doing? - Back-up.
You do know where I'm going? Well, I think we can handle a nightclub.
Chris here will do his best John Travolta, while Raymondo and myself will fight off the ladies.
Shit.
Hey! You shouldn't be here.
I said I'd come.
Come on, just follow my lead.
And smile.
On the dot.
It must be love.
It must be.
Well, you were right about the blue shirt.
Told you, didn't I? I'd shag him if he'd let me.
Who wouldn't? - So, what's your name, sweetheart? - Alex.
Nah, sweetheart.
Suits you better.
Why? Because I'm so sweet? No.
Because that's what I'm gonna call you.
So, are we gonna drink this or what? What are we celebrating? Do you need a reason? Well, doesn't everyone? I just like the taste.
Me, too.
Don't get used to it.
Cheers! I'm never gonna get What the hell are they? He knows me face.
What? Well, why did you come then? To watch your bloody back.
And me own.
Neary's too smart.
I'm never gonna get anything about this deal.
Too much of the old bosom work and not enough of the old There's more than enough of the old in here.
I never thought Neary was a one-man kind of bloke, myself.
- If you get my unsavoury drift.
- No.
No, I saw that.
What do we think he's into then? In a sexual sense.
I don't want to think about it.
Fetish stuff? Leather, queens, - boys, bears.
- Bears? Bloody hell! I've seen a Dutch girl with a donkey, but I don't remember seeing a Not the Yogi Bear kind.
I mean, you know, like a big bloke, a man's man.
A big hairy bloke.
Marcus is at the bar.
Neary's on his own.
What do we? What? What? - No way.
- It's a great opportunity.
Who bloody for? This a dangerous situation.
We need a man who knows how to handle himself in a tight spot.
Guv! Neary is a hard bastard.
He's a killer.
I need somebody that I can trust, somebody who understands the risks of an undercover operation.
Somebody who's reliable but quick-thinking.
A rock-hard centre back.
I need Dave Watson.
Nothing drastic.
Just pick up what you can.
But what do I say? What do I do? I mean, poofters.
What do they do? Well, the man has a penis and the other man has a penis No.
How do they act and that? How are they? "Are you free, Mr Humphries?" "I'm free!" Just be yourself.
How do you mean? Just be yourself.
He'll love it.
I promise you.
Just watch your back.
Push it.
- Push what? - Flirt with him.
The guv said all I had to do I understand that it's difficult, OK.
Only somebody's who's completely secure in their own sexuality could do this.
Just treat him like he's a bird.
You know, treat him like you would a woman.
OK.
Were you looking at me, or was it me who couldn't take my eyes off you? Bloody hell.
He's going for it an' all.
Bloody hell.
Can I show you something? You can't show anything worse than what you've shown me already.
What you've shown me doesn't prove anything against Simon.
Yeah.
He loves you and you love him.
And you can trust each other.
So what line of business are you in? Look, now's not the time to talk about business, eh? What are you doing? Right.
Get upstairs, quick, quick.
Go, go.
That was a really shitty thing to do.
I think you deserve to know what he's really like.
He doesn't have any loyalty to you.
He doesn't love you.
Shit! Shit! Sending Ray in undercover is one thing.
Turning it into a twisted stunt is completely different.
Jealousy was the extra leverage we needed to get Marcus.
Marcus is a civie.
It was a risk I thought worth taking.
Not one you thought about sharing with your superior officer? I thought it was the right thing to do.
You're playing with people's lives.
Reeks is dead.
So we didn't get as much useful information from last night's operation as I'd hoped.
Operation? If you were a surgeon, I would be six feet under.
- I want Neary.
- He hasn't had the main shipment yet.
If we can find the guns, we might have a chance of getting the dealer and Neary.
Great.
Just one problem.
We don't know when it is.
Two problems.
We don't know where it is.
So, in spite of Raymondo's dazzling turn as the macho Mata Hari, we are precisely nowhere.
Hello? Marcus, it's Alex.
Hi.
Look, I know you're angry and I know that you're upset, you've got every right and every reason to feel that.
I just wanted you to know I'm Alex! Goodbye, Alex.
No, thanks.
I probably shouldn't.
I never used to.
Long lunches were one of the perks when I started.
I probably shouldn't.
How can I help you? A bit of advice.
I'm running an informant.
And, while I'm aware of the duty of care, I haven't made a formal risk assessment.
I just wondered if that was necessary? Here.
Now.
In 1981.
It sounds like an excellent idea, but there's no formal arrangement required between police and their informants.
It's more of a moral issue.
You are after all exploiting another human being's weakness for your own ends.
Like you did with me.
I suppose I did.
Well It's best to face the truth about these things.
Really? And what if the truth is, er Is about family? What if it's about parents and their children and And what if the truth is just too big to comprehend? Are you in some sort of trouble, Alex? Is there something you need to tell me? In a way.
Um God! I'm sorry.
No, it's It's something I should deal with on my own.
Cheers.
I'm not a bad person.
I just want to get back.
That's all that matters, isn't it? Mummy.
Hi.
Come in.
Can I get you? No, I won't stay.
I know he's not a good man.
I know.
But I didn't think he'd I didn't I didn't want to know.
He wants me to go with him to some sort of big deal tomorrow.
What kind of deal? - It's a delivery.
- Where? I don't know.
Will you work with us? It's the right thing to do.
It's hard.
I know.
Do you want me to give you a lift home? Maybe not straight home.
Which one's your parents'? Blue door.
Go in.
Tell them.
- I've left it too long.
- Yeah, but it's not too late.
We wouldn't be here if you didn't want to.
Give them a chance to understand who you really are.
If they don't take that chance, then that's their loss.
But if you don't give it to them, then it's yours.
Oh, no.
Go, go, go! No, no, it's my dad.
just go, go.
All right, all right.
A wire? It's a risky bloody way.
Simon's gonna call Marcus and tell him where to come.
He says got something amazing to show me.
You do understand how dangerous this is? We need to know where the deal's happening.
We can't go in until Sarris and Neary and the guns are there.
- We need a wire to do that.
- Neary has already taken out Reeks.
He could do the same again.
I am not gonna lose another snout.
And your better idea is? What? That's it! That's the wire? Solid state.
Well, why don't you just get him a megaphone, or some homing pigeons.
Never get them under his jacket.
- Paul Daniels could.
- Yeah, he'd like that.
- Not a lot.
- But he'd like it.
For God's sake, keep that thing out of sight.
Don't let him near you.
He might be your boyfriend, but if he thinks you've betrayed him, he'll kill you.
OK.
Feed us the location as soon as you have it.
It's OK.
I'll do it.
We can't go in until we know that the guns are there.
What's the word? Angel.
As soon as we hear it, we'll be straight in.
What's the word? Angel.
As soon as I know he's got the guns.
I'm meeting him at Garside workshop.
- Chris.
Garside workshop.
- We're on our way, guv.
Just here's fine.
Armed team's on its way.
We'll take the side door.
You work your way round and take the back entrance.
Sounds like a job for Raymondo.
Testing.
Testing.
God, I hope you can hear this.
Hello there.
Oh! Didn't see you there! You weren't meant to.
You said you had something to show me.
You seem tense, Marcus.
- Is something wrong? - No.
No, it's just - What about that bloke we're meeting? - Bollocks.
Sarris isn't there yet.
Why don't you let me worry about him.
Just get on with what you're good at.
Come here.
That's it.
What's he doing? Well, I'm not gonna demonstrate.
I'm gonna run this city.
I'm gonna run it like an empire.
A rod of iron.
They won't know what's hit 'em.
- How are you gonna give it to them? - Hard.
- What are you going to do to 'em? - Hurt them.
Like that bloke Reeks they found on the estate? - What did you do to him? - I hurt him.
- Yeah? - I hurt him bad.
- What you do to him? - The bastard, the grass, I shot him.
I put a bullet in his, his I killed him.
That's a confession.
That's ruddy disgusting, but it's all we need.
Let's get him out of there.
Wait.
We can't go in until we know that the guns were there.
That's the gun dealer.
Shit! Where's Marcus? Guv, go now! Guv Go Come on.
Guv, can you hear me? Guv, the dealer's dead.
Neary's killed him.
Angel.
ANGEL! ANGEL! Give me the gun, son.
Give me the gun.
He's breathing.
It's OK.
Good lad.
It's OK.
He was going to shoot me.
Simon was gonna kill me.
You know I had you down as a bit of a soft touch, Drake.
But you can be quite a tough old bird when you want to be.
Gives me the right horn.
Are you all right? I'm sorry.
I'm not.
Just be yourself.
Here you go, Raymondo.
As I know how much you love to run your hands along the length of a barrel.
How do you feel? Better.
What's that? On your um - It's just a rash.
- Have you seen a doctor about it? I'll get some cream.
Go to a doctor.
Go to a doctor and just go to a doctor.
I never knew you were such a nag.
Terrible.
Never marry me.
Night.
What am I doing here? Really? What is the point? To dress like a tart.
Wiggle your arse in my direction, and fill my days with glimpses of the depths of your depraved mind.
It's good enough for me, Bolly.
My body temperature's dropping.
Technically, I could be dead already.
- This is like the good ol' days.
- Over the counterjobs, love 'em.
Goes boom, boom, "Give me the money!" - He goes boom, boom.
- Exactly like that.
- Yeah, Chas Cale.
- Chas Cale? Chas Cale is something of a legend.
I did banks.
Not post offices.
I'm the Queen Mother's left nipple if you didn't do it.
I've already dreamt of doing this.
Nobody, but me, drives my bloody car.
It's too thin.
Why is the lovely signorina up in her flat by her own? She can take a swan dive from the window as far as I'm concerned.
I'm just going to tell you.
I am