Alleycats Page #3

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Is this a joke?

With your record, miss Robson,

be grateful

we ain't charged you for last night.

Try to stay on your bike this time.

And clear of this place.

Try a proper job, perhaps.

Cheers, c*nt-stable.

- Yeah?

- I've got an update.

Tell me.

Morning, lads.

You should eat. It'll help.

Yeah, or make me puke.

Well, risk it. Rita.

Make it two full English and tea,

please.

Thank you.

She loves me.

Jesus, you couldn't have

found a less friendly place?

I come here to get away from the guys,

but pissing the cabbies off

is just a bonus.

Whoowee. Thank you so much.

You look wonderful today.

Funny.

- Jake.

- Hmm?

I remembered something last night.

During the alleycat there was...

A guy. A biker.

And, it was like...

It was like he was after Chris

or something.

- A biker?

- I'm serious.

Chris saw him and... and freaked,

obviously.

I mean he... he rode straight past me.

But, I...

I didn't remember until last night.

You were f***ed last night.

Come on. I know what I saw.

Jake, I think

this biker took the camera.

- Chris's camera?

- Yeah.

Ok, but what did the police say?

What do you think they f***ing said?

I was off my tits, wasn't I?

Language.

Sorry, Rita. Thank you so much.

Service with a smile.

They didn't believe a word.

F***ing Sid, man.

Yeah.

I had a word with him last night.

I mean, the police must have

said something though.

It's just a hit-and-run.

Another stupid courier.

Jake, I need you to help me.

What? Find the mystery biker?

You know what? F*** you.

I'll find him myself.

- Come on, stop.

- Oi!

Relax, yeah?

Will you sit down, please?

I'm sorry. Ok? I'm sorry.

Danni, Chris was my friend.

I'd do anything for you, you know that.

But there are, like,

eight million people in this city.

There's a shitload of bikers.

Yeah, I know.

It's Ronnie.

I've got a delivery out west.

I have to go, ok? But use that.

You gonna be ok?

Hmm. Oh, I think

I can handle a few cabbies.

No doubt.

Seriously though, you're cool?

Yeah.

Trix.

- I'm really sorry.

- Where the f*** you been?

- I know. I got a flat.

- You got a f***ing flat?

Are you kidding me?

I've been waiting for 40 minutes.

I didn't want to come here

to tell you this, I'm sorry.

Oh, my god.

You were with her, weren't you?

- No.

- With Danni.

Sh*t...

- Why the f*** are you following me?

- Where's my daughter?

I don't know

what the f*** you're talking about!

- You're f***ing lying!

- You crashed that car!

I know you pricks

are blackmailing Yates!

Beat me!

Go on, do whatever you wanna do!

But I just wanna know

where my daughter is!

Where's my daughter?

Where is she?

Can I get you anything, sir?

When I hire you to do something,

I expect you to do it.

- You need to keep calm.

- You told me this was sorted.

You told me the courier was dead.

Now he's got a partner?

And they've sent me

another blackmail message.

About a week ago,

I went round to see my daughter, Sarah.

She was expecting me.

I was downstairs, you know...

Cos, you know,

we hadn't been getting on very well,

so I was trying her on the phone.

A few minutes later your brother arrives

and goes straight in.

About ten minutes later

he comes flying out

with some guy chasing him.

Screaming at him.

I couldn't make out what he was saying.

Putain de sa race!

I'm there, you know.

I'm on my phone, I'm trying her.

No answer. No answer.

I haven't seen or heard from her since.

That's why I was shadowing your brother.

I know he saw something.

I think he was blackmailing Yates.

Chris took his camera everywhere.

Maybe he filmed something.

- It was him.

- Chris wouldn't have hurt anyone.

Not Chris. Yates. Yates!

That f***ing bastard

has something to do with it. I know it.

- What, you mean the politician?

- Yeah.

I saw some emails.

I think they were having an affair.

- You think or you know?

- I know. I f***ing know.

Well, did you...

Did you save the emails?

Did you take them to the police?

It's a lead.

No. When I logged on again,

they'd been deleted.

Without proof, the police,

they won't do anything.

Here's a new message.

Play the damn thing.

First we saw you.

Then we saw your dog.

Now we want 250 grand in used notes

or we go to the police.

Fix this.

Or we both go down.

I am not losing... what I have!

It was Thursday,

it was really early.

Your brother and another courier turned

up at Yates's office with a package.

It can't be a coincidence

because whatever

was inside it freaked him out, big time.

That's Ronnie, he runs the courier

company. Do you recognize him?

No, it was dark.

I recognized your brother

but the other courier

had their back to me.

- Who's that?

- That's Sid.

- He's a prick.

- Yeah. Yeah, he looks like one.

Look, just leave this to me, ok?

They know me,

but if Darth Vader shows up,

they might get a bit suspicious.

I'm not happy with you doing this alone.

Look, we need to find that footage.

One of them must have the camera.

Ok, if you turn anything up or you're in

any trouble, you call me straight away.

- Yep.

- Please, be careful.

Yeah, I will. Get some sleep.

Hello?

Anyone there?

Yo!

Hello?

Jake.

Danni!

What are you doin'?

Look, I get it. Ok?

Can you at least put sh*t back

where you found it?

- I didn't...

- You didn't what?

I didn't go

anywhere near the window.

I found the biker.

His name is George Redman.

His daughter's missing.

- It's the girl on the news.

- And?

We think maybe Chris saw something.

We? Danni, you wanted to kill him,

and now what, you're... you're a team?

He saw a courier with Chris

dropping off a package on Thursday.

Was it you?

What?

- What are you talking about?

- Blackmail.

- Really?

- What, you think this is funny?

- No, I don't think it's funny.

- Chris is dead, Jake.

- And there's a girl missing.

- And you think what?

That I stole Chris's camera.

Well, by all means,

don't let me get in your way.

Did you check under the bed? Hmm?

Did you check in here?

Did you check this bag?

I keep stuff in there too. Hmm?

I checked the roster, Jake. Hmm?

The only person not on it on Thursday

is you.

Can you hear yourself?

I was in the office all day Thursday

with Ronnie.

All day!

You wanna call him?

Call him.

No, call him.

Call him, Danni.

- What?

- Last Thursday,

was Jake in the office with you?

- What's it to do with you?

- Ronnie, was he working or not?

Yes. Can I get back to work now?

Danni, look at me.

I would never do anything to hurt you.

Yeah. I know.

- Look, I'm sorry.

- It's ok. Hey.

It's ok.

You're with Trix.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

No, I don't think

that's a good idea at all.

There's no way we're gonna be able

to do this. Your alleycat is suicide.

It's only one.

That's your big idea.

- Shut up. The checkpoint's fine.

- No, you're wrong.

- It has to be here.

- It's fine.

We'll never manage to get through

all these checkpoints.

Whoever wins this,

wins the f***ing money, man.

It's the race of the dead.

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