All Things to All Men Page #3

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- [DOOR LOCK CLICKS]

Curtis Carter?

- He don't live here.

DIXON:
He's registered as living here.

- You got a warrant?

- No.

Then f*** off!

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

Oi!

- Where's your brother?

- How do I know!

DIXON:
He was here.

- Where is he?

I'm not his keeper.

You can't put that on me.

I can do what the f*** I like.

Where's your brother?

F*** you, man!

Fine. Call it in.

[RADIO STATIC]

Control.

SANDS:

You just finished a three.

That means you're facing a five.

[RADIO STATIC]

MALE CONTROLLER:

7-1-2-4, receiving. Go ahead.

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

What's it gonna be,

five minutes or five years?

7-1-2-4, receiving.

Go ahead.

7- 1-2-4, receiving.

[MOBILE BEEPS]

Sh*t.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[GRUNTS]

Get out the f***ing way.

MAN:

Watch it, mate!

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

- Get down!

- Get off me, man!

Come on. Get down here.

Oi, where you going? Stay there!

Stay there! Making me run.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

What happened after you left the

Westbury Hotel on the night of the 16th?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

- Mark Corso is in custody.

- So?

- So we can put you at the exchange.

- You can't put me anywhere, man.

Oi, what are you doing?

- Tell us what happened.

- You know what happened.

Dixon, what are you waiting for?

All right, look, look.

I'll tell you what happened.

Yeah, go on.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Your man pulled me up

on the Clerkenwell Road.

- You're talking about Parker?

- Yeah.

He arrested me for intent to supply.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

So why weren't you put in custody?

He made me an offer. 10%.

How much were you holding?

Seven-fifty.

Doesn't make sense.

He shouldn't have slept

with Velon's woman.

Told Parker he wants five mil

to forget that it ever happened.

Most expensive lay that

he's ever had.

- How long's he got?

- What do you think? Time's up.

Time's up. Now, get off me!

- You get out of here.

- F*** off.

Hey.

- Who's Velon?

- [BREATHING HEAVILY]

Heavyweight Turk.

So, it was never about Riley.

- I need to check on something.

- All right.

- I'll come with you.

- It'll be quicker on my own.

And if Parker wants to meet?

Play along.

[CAR ALARM BEEPS]

FEMALE ACCOUNT MANAGER: Apologies,

Mr Sands, you weren't in the diary.

- No, I didn't have an appointment.

- What can I do for you today?

I need to confirm a transfer

into our account.

But we closed your account.

Mr Parker came in a few weeks ago.

He told us you were considering

another bank.

He signed off on it this morning.

We must have got our wires crossed.

Thank you.

PARKER:

Sands!

You didn't have to choose

the f***ing top floor. Where's Dixon?

Covering our tracks at HQ.

Look, this lead on Corso.

The bagman never checked

in to Wandsworth.

Yeah, I checked him in under

a different name.

10%. He told me the deal.

I put it in the Portugal fund.

What the f***?

"What the f***?" That's exactly what

I asked myself when I checked the fund.

What the f***!

3.2 million gone because you

went to bed with a whore.

People used to tell me, "Be careful

of Parker, you can't trust him".

I backed you every time.

All the way.

Like a brother.

All these years and the f***ing bagman

knows more than me.

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

[GROANS]

It's all right, I've got you.

I've got you. It's all right.

Don't try to talk. Shh.

It's all right.

Shh.

Robert Razsiak...

[GASPS]

The lead on Corso.

Corso.

[SIGHS]

[KEYS JANGLE]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Where's Sands?

- He'll catch up.

- I thought he had the car?

No, the car's a bit of a giveaway.

He walked.

Where are we going?

To cash in.

PARKER:
Get the gun.

DIXON:
Why?

PARKER:
Mc'Deer.

He's a tricky customer.

Hand it over.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Where's Mc'Deer?

- Office.

How's it going, big guy?

Got the flake?

Robbie.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Where's Sands?

- He's on a case.

- Oh, yeah?

What?

- Come on.

PARKER:
Come on what?

Come on, Parky, it's me.

You still think you're one of us?

- We made a good team.

- Yeah, back in the day.

Remember, it was me who looked

after you "back in the day".

F***'s sake.

High value robbery yesterday

in St Paul's.

- Who?

- Don't move in your circles.

They're pretty big circles, Parky.

It's worth asking.

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

Fine. Robert Razsiak.

- Never heard of him.

- [KNOCK ON DOOR]

[WHISPERS]

[CLEARS THROAT] Right, let's talk.

Fifty a key.

- Let's talk sensibly.

PARKER:
I am.

Twenty-five a key.

Now we're not even talking.

- It's the quality, see.

- Yeah?

60%.

I'll turn this into a bust

if I hear any more of that nonsense.

- How many pieces?

- Seven.

Thirty-eight does it for me.

Dixon. Count it.

MCDEER:

Two-sixty-six, Robbie.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Have a seat.

[SIGHS]

- You need to watch him.

- Appreciate the tip.

Ten years,

I've never seen him and Sands apart.

- Worked together that long?

- History's longer than the job.

- Friends since they was kids.

- [DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

Right.

MCDEER:

Told you to watch him.

[MOBILE RINGING]

VELON:

Hello?

Velon. It's Parker.

I got 4.1 million for you.

5 million by tonight.

[MOBILE LINE DISCONNECTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

DIXON:

Sh*t!

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GROANS]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

You're an hour late.

Well I'm here now, ain't I?

MAN:

Okay.

One passport, one driving license.

You won't find better quality

at such short notice.

12,000.

I'm not the one who's paying.

[TYRES SCREECH]

Joseph Corso.

What about him?

I need you to help me to find him.

What is this?

Last night,

St Paul's job.

Yeah, go on.

Um...

He was the bait.

He's killed Sands and Dixon.

[SNIFFLES]

Me and Sands, we went a long way back.

- Okay. Give us a few hours.

- Yeah.

Have you spoken to Sophia Peters?

Rumour is Corso killed

her husband.

Now she's looking for payback.

[ENTRYPHONE RINGS]

Police. Can I come up?

[BUZZES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Impressive.

- Balcony?

- Yeah.

SOPHIA:
Is there new information?

PARKER:
About what?

SOPHIA:
My husband.

PARKER:
Not my division.

What do you want, detective?

Well, where's Joseph Corso?

How would I know?

He killed your husband.

- Then why haven't you done anything?

- Like I said, not my division.

- What kind of detective are you?

- The kind who wants Joseph Corso.

My husband deserves justice.

I can arrange justice.

So where is he?

I don't know.

You used to live in Liverpool,

didn't you?

Long time ago.

Do you remember an incident

at the Malmaison?

No.

I bet you don't.

You get me Joseph Corso,

or I tell the fellas in Liverpool

exactly how to find you.

Do you understand?

That's my number.

Call me.

[MOBILE RINGS]

ROBERTS:
I've heard he'll be

at Battersea Power Station tonight.

No one kills Riley until

I have the bonds.

Any questions?

Okay. Good.

Don't let me down.

I won't.

- I've heard that before.

- This time it's different.

Why is that?

Because we're doing it together.

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