I Promised to Pay Page #6

What do you expect me to do?

Smack you on the bottom

and send you home?

Here's a quiet place.

Now talk.

Have you ever wondered

why I married Dennis?

Maybe once. Not since.

To get out of Vienna, away from the ruins.

Oh, I thought maybe he'd

make something of himself.

But I gave up hoping

when he gave up trying.

We have had separate rooms

for the last...

That's how you heard him

talking in his sleep, I suppose!

You don't have to

defend yourself against me.

No?

Come on. Get out of the car.

Hiya, Monty.

- Get me a scotch, mate.

Make... make it a double.

What are you 'aving, mate?

BARMAN:

Oh, ta. Half of mild, please.

Oh, look who's slinging

his lolly about like that!

Wotcher, Doll.

What's the matter - ain't we good enough

for you these days?

Aren't you going to treat us then?

Same again.

Well, where've you been, anyway?

I've been around.

Here and there, you know.

Fill her up, mate.

- And a tonic.

'Ere, Mont.

Heard a good one the other day.

There was this widow,

married to a parson, see...

Do you know what I wish?

- What?

I wish Dennis was dead.

Why?

It would be good for both of us.

You can't trust him.

You haven't seen what he's got like

these past few days.

He's going to pieces.

The least little thing, and he'll crack.

I know him.

You said good for both of us.

Well, for me too.

Isn't that obvious.

Well, you could always

just leave him?

How? I've no money

of my own.

With Dennis out of the way,

I'd at least have a few things -

the house, even if it's mortgaged,

the car, the furniture -

not much, but something.

That wouldn't get you far.

No.

I want to come with you.

Don't you want to take me?

Well, I've always had to sort of, er,

go it on my own.

Not because I wanted to but...

Yeah. Sure, I want you.

We can't be together

while he's still alive.

Huh? Now, look, Katie,

it's not as easy as all that!

I... need to have time to think about it.

Look, in the meantime, you...

you keep a check on him.

If he starts doing

anything foolish, call me.

If Blackie answers, he's all right.

- Who is Blackie?

Now, listen, darling.

You already know

more than is good for you.

Let's just leave it like that,

shall we?

When shall I see you again?

- I'll be in touch.

Tomorrow?

Well, I don't know.

I don't know what might come up.

All right.

DENNIS' VOICE OVER:

Pearson. Do you think you're getting away with it?

Yes, I've got the proof all right.

Do you know why I haven't used it yet?

Because that would make things

too easy for you.

I'm going to make you sweat.

PHONE RINGS:

Hello?

Who is that?

Speak, damn you!

Speak!

DENNIS OVER TELEPHONE:

Speak!

ARCHIE:

But I didn't steal no quid, Mum!

Then what are the coppers doing here?

Archie never stole nuffin' in all 'is life.

We're not accusing him

of stealing it, Mrs Murdock.

Mrs Aysher sold him a poundsworth of sweets.

- What?

And you paid for them with this note.

Now, we just want to know where you go it.

Well, where did you get it, Archie?

- I didn't pinch it. I found it...

...and I can show you where I found it.

MRS MURDOCK:
There you are, you see!

He can show you where 'e found it, 'e can!

Well, just you show me where you found it,

and I'll give you a nice new note like this, okay?

SINGING:

Always together -

in all kinds of weather!

Dear old pals - jolly...

GLASS SMASHES:

'Ere, shut up, you two!

You're making enough noise to raise the dead.

I've raised many a dead 'un in my time!

'Ey, guv! Guv! 'Ey, come 'ere!

Give us two more then, eh?

Come on, love!

Come on ducks,

let me take you back to my place.

Come on my old love then,

let's have you.

No offence then, guv. Eh?

It was stickin' out of there,

so I reaches in and pulls it out.

All right. Open it up.

Johnny? Johnny!

Johnny! Johnny!

- What's the matter?

Look, the cops have got their

hands on some of the money!

Look, it's right here in black and white!

- Let me see.

JOHNNY:

Doesn't say where or how.

Monty. Here, you get over to Monty's,

see if he's been spreading it around.

I'll check the garage and the lockup.

- Do you think they might have found Bert then?

How would I know? Get over to Monty's!

- Right.

Chronicle, please.

Aahh! There you are!

Look, I'm in a hurry, Miss Biggs.

- So was that friend of yours who just left.

MRS BIGGS:
Terrible state he was in, too.

Huh. Says you're to call Johnny right away.

There. That's what he told me to tell you.

A thank you'd be appreciated!

Now look, Johnny, if they've

found out about Bert, that's our lot!

We've gotta get out of here!

That makes us pretty hot.

What about Monty?

His landlady said he'd been out all night.

- What did you say?

Look, I've told you once.

His landlady said he'd been out all night.

I don't care what she said.

You've gotta find him!

If he's gone on a bender, we're sunk! There's

no telling who he'll be shooting off his face to!

You've gotta find him,

and find him fast!

What about you?

- I've got plenty to do here.

Look, if you think I'm going to

do your dirty work for you, mate...

Now, you listen to me!

You get over there and bring him back here!

If he won't come, phone me.

Now go on, get going!

DOOR SLAMS:

Hello?

Oh, er, I want Brensham 904.

Yeah, that's right.

Hello?

Oh, it's, er, Mr Mellors here.

It's about that boat I ordered.

How soon will it be ready?

Guv, guv.

Have you got...

have you got a thrupenny stamp?

Nah, we don't.

- Why don't ya try the Post Office, chum?

It's shut.

A whisky - a big 'un.

- BARMAN:
Right you are, sir.

You ain't short, are you, chum?

Is 'e, Alf?

No. No, he ain't.

Well, what you 'aving then, lads?

Why, a pint o' wallop. You, Alf?

- Yeah, sure.

Two pints o' wallop.

- Good.

What's this then?

Er, that's mine. Gimme that.

What is it?

It happens to be worth a fortune.

Is that right?

- Yeah, we can see...

It's worth a fortune.

- Well, let's have a gander then.

Here, I can't see!

- Hey, come here!

What's this? Central Station!

Why, it's only a Left Luggage

office ticket, that's what!

Well, now, fancy having us on like that!

If you don't give me that back,

there'll be trouble!

Hey! Hey, stop it!

Well, I always wanted

to light me fag with a fortune!

Go on, Billy!

- Stop it, let me go!

BARMAN:

Hey, hey, hey!

I'm not having any of this in my house.

Come on, out of it!

GENERAL SHOUTING

Let's get 'im!

BLACKIE:
He's 'ad a bit of a punch-up, hasn't he?

- JOHNNY:
Yeah...

Looks like they've

cleaned him out as well.

All right, grab his feet.

See what he's got left - if anything.

Did you find anything?

- No, nothing. Only this letter.

Who's it from?

I dunno it's, er,

addressed to some solicitor.

Well, then it must be on he wrote,

you stupid nit!

Go on, open it up.

What's it say?

It's a beaut.

He confesses here to taking part

in the raid, and...

And what?

Says that you organised it,

and you're a dangerous nutcase!

I never thought Monty had it in him!

He's coming round.

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