Sitting Target Page #3

How long had you

been married...then?

Too long...that's the answer,

isn't it?

Oh, I still gave it to him,

regular.

He was happy enough

with that.

But I'd come to the end

of something.

I suddenly realised he never would.

Enter the boyfriend, eh?

Dennis? Yeah...he knew

where he was going.

What in?

Scrap, junk...second-hand cars.

The usual!

And where is HE now?

He ran off, after the escape.

Leaving me holding the baby,

so to speak.

Do you have a photograph

of him?

Well, we might need one

for identification purposes...

When Harry catches up with him.

You've come a long way,

since sending Harry down.

Catch him, and you can do

even better for yourself.

Pat...I don't like scare-merchants.

And that's all.

Neither do I!

Now.

But I've had it, Jack!

Harry Lomart is not

going to kill you...

- He's going to get caught.

- And I'm the bait, tempting him.

Yeah, well after what's happened...

you'll have more protection

than the queen.

Really? Will I?

Well, he got out, didn't he?

How?!

Harry always said you lot were

bigger thieves than those inside.

You know me

better than that!

Do I? Listen...I am fed up

with coppers.

Just leave me alone,

I'm getting out of here.

No, you're not.

We think he's got a gun.

No...if I know Harry Lomart...

...he wants his hands

around my neck again.

A woman informed

on Soapy Tucker and McNeil.

You've got any ideas?

Last time you came here,

you told me the same thing

about Harry.

He probably thinks it was me

putting him away, for Dennis.

That's where you're going

to end up.

When I've done.

Harry...

You conniving b*tch!

Just let me...

Let me explain.

Oh, I want to hear it

from your boyfriend!

Is he in there?

Then, we'll wait for him,

won't we?!

Mrs Lomart!

Get inside!

Don't be such a bloody fool!

Harry!

After that little laundry lark of yours...

Every character in town will want

his hand in our pockets.

Rent 'll be double, for sure.

Passport could cost us a grand...

grand and a half...

God knows what they'll want

for a boat.

Marty owes us.

The whole firm does.

Not any more, old son.

Tell you the truth, Harry...

While I was tracking Marty,

I dropped in on the lads.

They say you're bound to do

somebody else in, besides Pat...

...most probably a copper.

And everybody knows

what THAT means.

No... In fact they claim

YOU owe THEM!

I hid them dollars

to stop them being handed around

before their time.

That American Express job

was over a year ago, Harry.

Yeah... I was saving

some of that for Pat.

She was getting

a little restless.

I thought of getting out of the game

for a little while.

Too late now.

I don't know...

See what Marty Gold

comes up with.

Yeah...

And he's got a young bird...

...nested in a mews,

just around the corner.

Is it hot?

- What?

- Is the bloody thing hot?!

The van? No!

No, no... I hired it.

Oh... you didn't notice

the new jacket.

Some young gentleman

left it hanging next to mine.

Credit cards, wallet,

driving licence, the lot.

Even a love letter.

Burned my hands, holding it!

Now, this mews

is just round the corner.

Is he having some now?

No... He's out collecting

from his betting shops.

But...

We'll pop into the mews

and pay a call...

Just to see that Marty

hasn't changed his spots.

Yes?

Good afternoon, madam...

this is Fortnum and Mason...

...package for Mr Marty Gold.

Oh, good... just a moment...

I'll be right out.

And we'll be right in,

my darling.

No fuss from you...

no bother from us... right?

We're friends of Marty's...

honest!... you'll see.

It's like a bloody pimp's brothel,

up here!

Oh, well... he's done himself

right proud, has Marty.

I mean, he couldn't stand the nick again,

after all this.

He's as soft as a queen.

Are you the two that got out?

What a clever girl!

What's your name?

Maureen.

Harry... It's Birdy.

Now we're properly introduced.

There we are.

I bet that's as far as Marty got,

this afternoon!

He barely stayed an hour,

you know.

Does anybody else know

about this place?

No!

Sure?!

No young ram on the side?

No.

Yes... well, I visit HIM.

We're saving up.

He'll go far!

Be a good girl, won't you?!

Hello, Marty...

Harry! For Christ's sake!

Are you alone, then?

Yeah, I just have Moonan here.

Look... I need to see you,

and quick.

Oh, sure... it's a bit hardish

just now though.

What time's the last race?

5.15

What about 7.30,

will that be alright?

Yeah... at the office.

Good. Oh...leave the door open.

Where are you?

I'm near.

Very near.

Is Birdy with you?

Oh yeah... He's near, too!

I get you!

Oh, I'll bet you do!

Harry? Harry!

Harry... You still there?

Oh yes, and we'll need some cash.

As much as you can

lay your hands on.

Oh, and a motor...

Nothing too flash, mind you.

Alright?

Yeah, leave it to me.

I will.

Leave it to HIM?!

Now remember, Maureen...

Be a sensible girl...

Nice and natural.

I'll be over at 6.30...

Don't answer the door

or the phone tonight...

Get that...right?

Yes.

Thank you.

Right...

Why don't you clean up, Harry?

Take a bath, eh?

Maybe change some clothes...

Marty's stuff 'll fit you.

Except round the waist.

He doesn't keep any clothes here.

Oh, I'll have some of that.

While you're running the water...

I'll lock up.

Scrub his back, love!

Every man likes a tickle.

It's ready.

How come you got mixed up

with a jerk like Marty?

Marty?

I met him in Manchester.

At the races.

He asked me to go to London,

and I did.

You know...

I always wanted to.

What's in them?

Salts and oil.

Jesus Christ!

You know, I'd forgotten

what this life was about.

I suppose I've been inside too long.

How long?

Well, in all...

About...11 years.

You don't look that old.

No... But I started young.

I'll go and get this dry.

Leave the door open...

...wide.

I'd like some servicing, too.

Any friend of Marty's...!

Alright, Harry?

You must excuse my friend

at the moment, darling...

He's...feeling a bit queer!

Maureen...

Yes?

Run the bath.

- Remember...

- What?

Not a peep!

This is between Marty and us.

Suits me!

Maureen!

Maureen!

Maureen!

Christ! Don't you do nothing

but wash your bastard self?!

Is that Arthur Milton?

Well, I'm checking, that's all.

What a comedian you are,

Inspector!

But how do I know?

But it might be 9 o'clock

before they show themselves.

Now look...

Now he and Birdy can't exactly

walk the streets like you and me.

It doesn't matter where I am.

Well, leave a message for me

at the station, after it's over.

No, no...not in MY name,

for God's sake!

"Jones" will do... now look...

Listen... Let's get it clear...

Now this is just between

YOU and ME... right?

Now, I don't want

to make a habit of this, but...

Harry's off his rocker

with that shooter...

...and I don't hold

with them things.

Well, you said that you do, yeah...

And don't balls it up!

Well, goodnight to you, too!

Cheeky...!

Thank Christ for that.

Maureen...what...

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