The Long Good Friday Page #4

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I don't know H., I've never seen them before,

they just looked like any other micks, heavy micks.

- Micks?

- Yeah, you know, Irish.

Quite hard looking Paddies.

I'd never dream they'd do this, I'm sorry.

Harold.

Irish he said, Irish.

This is Special Branch Harold,

it ain't normal villainy.

- It's indecently abnormal, that was meant for me.

- It's serious.

Listen.

Check out all the micks in the

heavy mob working on my manor.

- I want names and addresses, right?

- Will you listen to what I'm trying to tell you.

- This very serious.

- Oh leave off.

It's just villains trying to

frighten their way into a few quid.

Harold, we're talking about bombs,

two bleedin'bombs.

- Did you get that one checked out by the way?

- Still waiting for the report.

Well get a f***ing move on it.

Harold, if those boys are Irish it's a different game,

- now those boys don't know the rules.

- Names and addresses of the micks, right?

Two or three micks have been very busy,

covering a lot of ground here since yesterday,

and not one of you lot has turned up with a thing.

It's impossible no one knows nothing.

Someone, somewhere, knows...

and we're gonna find him..

I want a top capture from every manor,

and I don't want no punters.

This is personal, I want the man who knows...

Right. Who fancies what?

Well me and Chris will take Soho, we're gonna see

Maltese Charlie.

A couple of drinks and he'll talk.

Use that, it's cheaper.

Remember, the license is in the post.

Well, I only use it to get the pigeons

off the caravan roof, don't I?

I don't want want none of you playing

Roy Rogers on this lot, right?

As soon as you finish with 'em,

you give 'em back to Razors.

How about the Finsbury Park hill billies?

- I like the singsong but who do you fancy for a lullaby?

- Well Chopper's in the boob.

Harry and Pinchers?

- Both of them?

- Why not?

They're like Siamese twins them two.

Pick 'em up together, the split 'em apart,

we'll interfere with their telepathy, right?

Has anybody seen the major lately?

I heard he's a sick man, bedridden.

It will make a nice change for him, a night out, eh?

Right, arm up and get going.

And use the butcher's truck, right?

Me and Razors will take the trip

to the Elephant and Castle.

- Where do we meet?

- Two hours from now at the abattoir

And remember:
scare the sh*t out of 'em but don't

damage 'em, I want 'em conscious and talkative.

And lads,

try and be discrete, eh?

I think we'd employ your talents better

if you went to help Victoria with the Yanks.

- Are you sure?

- Oh yeah.

Do you reckon...

Colin was jealous of you?

Come again?

Well I was trying to ease him out,

you know how potty he could go.

So?

Well is Colin the reason for all this?

You know how bitchy queers get

when their looks start fading...

I don't know, he wasn't my type.

- How do you stay so cool?

- I'm on the winning side.

Yeah.

- Help Vicky out, right?

- Yeah.

- I want you at the abattoir by midnight, right?

- Alright.

Thank you.

If I knew Mr. Shand wanted this table tonight...

Well there was a change of plan.

You can say that again.

Would you care for a drink before you order?

Charlie?

- Yeah, bourbon on the rocks.

- I'll have the same, please.

A screwdriver, lots of vodka.

A San Pellegrino for me, please.

I think we should skip the flambe cooking,

considering the gas situation in London.

That sort of thing doesn't happen twice in one day.

You should level with us.

We're not just a pair of jerks out of college you know.

No, absolutely not.

Two bombs, that affects everyone.

Let's order, shall we?

Soupe de jour and the chef's special.

I'll have my usual.

No soup, hors d'oeuvres and the special.

I'll have the same.

So Charlie, how did you know about the bombs?

It's our business to know these things.

A bottle of champagne, very cold.

Harold has got bad problems.

- But he's dealing with them right now.

- He's been dealing with them all day.

- He's very thorough.

- I like your loyalty.

I'm being frank.

Victoria, unless you tell us what Harold's bad

problems are and how he's dealing with them...

...I'm gonna tell you what we're gonna do...

Tony and me we're gonna leave the table,

check out of the Savoy,

grab the first plane home...

there will be no deal.

It's not a good idea to bullshit us, Victoria.

Cheers.

Well?

A car was blown up,

then a bomb was found at the Mayfair Casino,

it hadn't detonated.

- One of our men was found dead in a swimming pool.

- Yeah, he was stabbed.

I'm giving Charlie all the essential details.

Well I think that is an essential detail.

An auto, casino, a stabbing, a bar blown up...

- What is this, a gang war?

- No, no question.

Then what?

Isn't it obvious Charlie?

This deal is very big, someone is envious.

Harold and I have no doubt that by tomorrow

the problem will be settled.

- You sound very confident.

- I am.

Tony, you're the lawyer, tell me what you're thinking?

I think we can afford to give you 24 hours to resolve

your problems before we make a final decision.

OK Victoria, I'll give you until tomorrow.

But just one more foul up and

we're on our way back home.

That goes without saying.

- Nothing personal Victoria, but business is business.

- I understand.

Harold what are you doing on this side of the river?

Hi, Billy.

- Scotch?

- Sorry to hear about your mother.

The car blew up, that's what I heard.

- Have you got a spot of bother?

- No.

The music's loud here, innit?

- I'll get him to turn it down a bit.

- No, listen, Billy.

I've got a little bit of business I want to

drop you all by, can we talk in the other bar?

- Right.

- Nice one.

Jimmy, bring the drinks around the back.

Everybody's American, ombrero,

- If there's anything going, put me in.

- Well there's plenty of money for everybody,

- I just need the right people you know what I mean?

- Well I'm your man...

Alternate car Billy or I'll blow your spine off.

It's not a shooter is it Harold?

Don't be silly Billy, would I come

hunting for you with me fingers?

If you're looking to make an investment,

you've come to the right place.

It's all gonna happen, with or without Harold.

My hotels are gonna be there!

Will you get us a cab to the Savoy?

I'll show you the plans tomorrow.

Magnificent.

Pie in the sky hotels, if you know what I mean,

something to be proud of.

Yes I think it's time we all went home, don't you?

No, Victoria, Charlie understands, right?

We're two of a kind me and him.

We had to claw our way out from the gutter.

We're self-made men, right Charles?

I don't think Mr. Restivo is as familiar

with the gutter as you assume.

If you don't watch your f***ing step counsellor,

you'll be right back in it.

Come on Vicky, don't be like that.

I'll tell you what...

...we'll have some more brandy's at the bar

and I'll tell you all about my plans, Charlie.

Don't be hostile, Vicky.

- Jeff.

- Hello Jeff.

Charlie.

Tony.

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