Let Him Have It Page #3

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- Nothing.

- Are you upset about Niven?

- Do I look like I'm crying?

I had my National Service medical

yesterday.

- Yeah?

- They said I was subnormal.

You ain't subnormal, Del.

You ain't normal,

but you ain't subnormal.

- My dad's annoyed about it.

- You don't wanna let him bother you.

I'm going catch it, alright.

We've been out all night.

- What, does he wallop you?

- No.

He wouldn't do that.

If my dad ever walloped me,

he'd find out about trouble.

Come on, let's get going.

Come on.

For Christ's sakes, Derek!

What the hell

you think you're playing at, huh?!

So what, are you a salesman?

What do you sell, then?

Used bog brushes?

Smells like it.

Maybe you'd like me to drop

you off at the police station, huh?

Just round the corner'll do me.

Which house is it?

- Huh?

- Just pull up.

Del! Del!

- Del. Del! Del!

- What are you doing, man?

- Watch my car!

- Del! Del!

- Go get some help. Go on!

- Del!

Help! Quick, man!

A doctor!

For God's sake, get a doctor!

You've done the right thing,

you know,

making up your mind to stay in

and keeping away from them boys.

I know they're not as bad

as Dad says, but...

Dad scared me.

I don't ever want

to go back to approved school.

Thank you. Oi, Derek.

Stop smoking and come and help.

- Alright, sis.

- Here, take this as well.

Come on, muscle man,

let's see what you're made of.

Very cosy, Derek.

Go away, Craig.

I'm talking to your f***ing brother.

- Don't you talk to her like that.

- Derek, let's go.

You been keeping away from me so

you can play happy bloody families?

Chris, mind your own business.

I'll see you when I want to.

My brother don't want

to go round with you no more.

- Well, Del?

- Look, f*** off!

You thick bastard!

You're a useless bastard

and a f***ing traitor!

I have watched you carefully

in the course of this trial

and can say that I do not remember

in some 17 years on the bench

trying various crimes of violence,

a young man of your age

who struck me as being so determined

as you have impressed me as being.

You are not only cold-blooded,

but it is clear from this case

that you would shoot down

any police officer

who was attempting to arrest you

or, indeed, any lawful citizen

who tried to prevent you

from committing some felony

which you had in hand.

I have little doubt that you

held the gun in this robbery.

And the man

standing next to you in the dock

was simply taking your instructions.

You are... a dangerous man.

I sentence you

to 12 years' imprisonment.

- Bye-bye for now.

- Yes, goodbye from Ben. God bless.

Bye.

Mr Justice Hillberry

at the Old Bailey yesterday

- sentenced Niven Craig, 26,...

- Derek?

.. and Cecil Burley, 27, to 12 years'

imprisonment for armed robbery.

Craig was also convicted

of possessing an automatic pistol

with intent to endanger life

at the time he was arrested

at Kensington Gardens Square,

Paddington.

Thank God

we got you away from that Craig.

They're obviously wrong 'uns,

the lot of 'em.

His parents and younger brother

were present at the sentencing.

- What d'you want? Clear off!

- I'm sorry about Niven.

- Come on out. Let's do something.

- I don't wanna do nothing with you!

You ain't no pal of mine.

Stick with your f***ing family!

Come on, Chris,

it ain't been easy for me.

F*** off!

There you are, Derek.

Give my regards to your mum.

Derek!

Wrong coupon again.

This one's for the fish shop.

Give me the one for the butcher's.

Hello, boys.

Hello, Derek. What exciting things

have you been up to?

Me and Chris did a job last week.

It got in the paper.

Well, I've got a job lined up.

I got the keys to the butcher's

in Tamworth Road.

Tell Chris any time he fancies it.

- Alright?

- Yeah.

Denis,

I've told you before, bedtime.

Alright, Mum.

Headache any better?

- Is Derek in?

- No, Derek's not in.

I thought you were told

not to come round here.

You keep away from him. Alright?

That was that Craig again!

I told him you were out.

Alright, Ma. Thanks.

He's the one who ought to be in

the army, Will, all his silly talk.

He'll get a flea in his ear

if he comes round here again tonight.

Spoiling our Sunday evening!

Once again let's say

welcome to "What's My Line"?

We'll start

by introducing the experts.

Top of the table, David Nixon.

I'll handle this.

- Isobel Barnett.

- Good evening.

- Barbara Kelly.

- Hello.

- Oh, Mr Bentley.

- Sorry, son, I don't know you.

No, sir. My name's Vincent

Montgomery, I'm a friend of Derek's.

How do you do?

I was wondering if Derek

would like to come out for a walk.

Have a look at the bonfire

on the common.

Vincent? I'm surprised Derek's

never mentioned you.

Oh, we haven't known each other

very long.

I see. Well, he's had

a rotten headache today,

so I'll have to see how he's feeling.

But if he's not up to it,

you're welcome to call any time.

Oh, my friends call me Monty, sir.

Monty, eh?

- Come in.

- Thanks.

Young chap called Monty

wondering if you fancy a walk.

Go on, son, get your coat.

It'll be good for your headache.

Oh, hello, Derek.

- OK, Chris.

- Thanks, Monty.

I hear you got a job lined up for us.

Come on,... let's get going.

There's a Tony Curtis

on at the Astoria at nine.

- I'll like to make it.

- Shut up, Terry.

We're out on a job of Derek's.

We're not gonna rush it, right, Del?

Even if it is a Tony Curtis.

You be in charge, Chris.

Come on, guys, let's go!

They'll be necking in a minute.

I'll see you later!

Seems like a nice quiet night for it.

Yeah!

Made it myself. Like it?

Christ!

I made it for you. Keep it.

You might need it later.

- Sh*t!

- Oh, great!

What are we gonna do now then?

- Well?

- F*** it!

I'm going up the Astoria,

you lot can do what you like.

- Suppose you're gonna go too?

- Yeah, I think I might.

- This is a botch job.

- Great. Some gang we are.

Off you f***, then!

- What we gonna do then?

- Come on.

.. hallowed be Thy name,

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses...

Mummy, Mummy, come and look!

- What is it, Victoria?

- That man.

Yes, I see.

What on earth's he doing?

Harry?

Come and have a look at this.

- I think I better tell the police.

- Right.

What d'you think, Del?

Reckon you can handle it?

Nah. Leave it.

This is a waste of time.

- Don't be so windy.

- Come on, Chris, let's blow.

Look, Del, are we gonna do this

or what?

Or are you gonna piss off too?

You go first.

Come on, Del. It's alright.

Come on.

Croydon police station.

Can I help you?

- Don't look down, dimwit.

- Shut it!

Car 5Z. 5Z, come in.

5Z, are you receiving me?

5Z receiving. Over.

Proceed to Barlow & Parker's,

Tamworth Road.

Two young men on the roof.

That's Barlow & Parker's,

Tamworth Road. Over.

A new set of darts

won't do you any good, Milo.

You never know.

Bring a ladder next time, Del.

- Don't fancy doing that again.

- Don't worry, you won't have to.

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