The Long Good Friday Page #2
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- 1980
- 114 min
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specialises in gambling tax.
This isn't a horse race,
don't rush me Harold.
Then there's someone you've got to meet.
Harold I said don't rush me,
I hate tight schedules.
I've got everything covered that I
have to cover, but in my own time.
We're just docking now, it will be
nice and quiet if you want to sleep.
Come on Harold, let's leave Charlie
alone for a while.
Bad luck putting the hat on the bed.
Relax, he'll be alright.
Yeah, poor old sod is tired.
Look out for the boys in blue.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What?
Right.
This is...
diabolical.
What is it?
Blown up, he's dead.
Eric is dead, a car bomb.
My mother's alright, she's suffering from shock,
she's in the London Hospital.
I don't understand.
You need a million dollar computer
to understand this.
Who'd do such a thing, it's outrageous.
Outside a church...
you don't go crucifying people outside
a church on Good Friday.
- What's the matter Harold?
- Eric's been blown up.
- A bomb?
- Yeah in the Rolls.
- I don't believe it, when?
- Just now.
Mother's in hospital suffering from shock,
I'm not surprised.
She went to church to say her prayers,
not to get blown up.
- But why?
- Someone tried to discredit you in front of...
The Yanks?
No, nobody knew, did they?
- Well they mustn't find out.
- They're sleeping.
Right, I want everybody in the corporation
working on this, fast!
And I want Colin here.
Where is he? He should have been here.
Where is he?
- He went swimming.
- Swimming?
He should have been here.
Right, I want everyone working.
Razors, you round them all up
and get them moving, fast.
Right, keep them on their toes because
I want this settled, tonight.
And you'd better see your mother.
Yeah.
Listen, if anyone hears anything, anything at all,
I'll be at the Mayfair casino, right?
It's the work of a maniac.
I'll have his carcass dripping blood by midnight.
More bad news...
...Colin.
- Colin?
- Yeah.
He's dead.
I did my national service with Colin
We did 6 months in the glasshouse together.
Two kids of 18, 6 months. They put us right
through it, the bastards.
Salisbury Plain manoeuvres.
Used to hump this bleedin' great wireless about.
One window, snow, blizzards,
freezing the bollocks off the ponies.
I got lost.
In them days you stayed lost,
until they nicked you for being AWOL.
And Colin, on a 24 hour pass,
he came out looking for me on his own.
would've froze to death.
Yeah.
Colin never hurt a fly...
...well only when it was necessary.
It was always clean, never anything
malicious about Colin.
- Why size him up?
- On my grief.
Sorry, H.
Me and Colin was very close.
I've known him since we was at school.
What's going on?
They try and blow up me mum,
wipe out me best mate...
What are they trying to do?
Put the frighteners on me, wind me up, what?
Harold,
I've kept it all incognito, they're gonna
collect the body in an ice cream van.
There's a lot of dignity in that, isn't there?
Going out like a raspberry ripple.
They're gonna store the body in the
freezer down the abattoir
Alright, granddad.
Thanks for the call.
- Did anyone see anything?
- Not what happened,
the pool attendant found him but
I told her it was a haemorrhage.
- Good lad.
- Better close the bars, Harold.
No, open up, let 'em enjoy the holiday.
If you hear anything, anything at all,
you give me a bell.
Come on.
- Any news?
Colin's murdered.
- Colin's what?
- Dead.
- Where?
- In the swimming pool.
- Drowned
- Don't be stupid, he did life saving.
What does it all mean, a bomb in here and...
- A what?
- There's a bomb in the casino.
You'd better show us.
I wonder how it got disconnected?
Well the wire must have come loose
when Lou opened it.
Stroke of luck though, innit?
Last night...
...where there any peculiarities?
No, the usual crowd, regular punters,
nothing really.
But no strangers?
A few Arabs, it was a good night,
nothing unusual.
Nothing unusual he says!?
Eric's been blown to smithereens,
Colin's been carved up,
and I've got a bomb in me casino,
and you say nothing unusual?
- Well you know what I mean Harold.
Parky meeting King George V dock now.
He's put out a story the bomb in the car
was a gas leak, it will buy us some time.
Nice one, come here.
There was nothing unusual when I was
in New York, was there?
No, nothing at all.
- Nothing alien
- No.
How much did we pay Parky last year, 20 grand?
- More.
- Right.
Then he can start earning his bloody money.
Who's having a go at me?
Can you think of anybody who might have
an old score to settle, or something?
Who's big enough to take you on?
Well there was a few.
Like who?
Nah, they're all dead.
Let's walk.
We can't have bombs going off Harold,
we can't have corpses,
I had to stick my neck right out to keep
this out of the forensic blokes' hands.
- Did you come up with anything?
- Nothing, I thought you were gonna tell me.
- What, no whispers?
- Nothing, not a thing.
Look at this place.
You know I once caught the pocks
of some Indonesian bird here,
I was just a bobby on the beat then.
So this is where they're gonna build
the 1988 Olympic stadium?
Can you imagine nig-nogs doing the
Stick a rocket up their arsehole,
they'll jump alright.
- I want action on this, Parky.
- The Yanks are clean, we've checked them out.
You got to go down to a third division messenger
to even come up with a sniff of villainy with that lot.
How about Tottenham?
They can't even nick car batteries
without getting electrocuted.
Some of the Clancy mob are out.
This is too accomplished for them.
Besides no one's had their teeth pulled out.
The spades?
Do they overlap?
I've never dealt in narcotics.
I don't know, don't know where
they're after do I?
I'll check it out.
I'll put him on the missing persons list,
that should hold it off for a while.
- Just as well, the commissioner will be poking around.
- Well stall him.
We should have sorted this out
by this afternoon, I'm hoping.
We're looking forward to this this deal
of yours Harold, with the Yanks,
the legitimisation of your corporation.
But we don't like fuss. Calm exteriors.
For 10 years there's been no aggro and it's all been
down to you Harold, you've had it under control.
Now do yourself a favour and get this lot under control
before the heavy mob is on you like a ton of horse sh*t.
Give us that case.
Get that checked out, will you.
- What is it?
- It's the bomb from the casino.
- Are you riding around with a bleedin' bomb?
- It's alright, it's been disconnected.
- I'll get the bomb people to have a look at it.
- No Parky, get it checked out privately, right?
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
I want the name of your top grass.
No way, Harold
- I'll get more out of him than you can.
- That's true.
You do realise how this deal is gonna
be worth in 1988, do you?
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