We Still Steal The Old Way Page #3

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with her, will you please? And...

See if she can arrange a little reunion.

- Yeah, but Vic...

Just f***ing do it!

You have to do it; you know you do.

It's just... It's, it's just not me, right?

You know, I...

I'm not part of your world.

- But you are!

Like it or not, you're part

of Richie's world.

Which means you're

now part of my world.

The Archer gang were a

force to be reckoned with.

And Richie was...

...well, Richie was many things.

But you know how it all works.

Yeah.

...Always someone above you, right?

But you know how it all works.

Yeah.

...Always someone above you, right?

Richie, my father, God.

Did you know that my father took

the blame for one of Richie's crimes?

Well he was going down anyway,

so he confessed to it.

To keep Richie out.

Well... What exactly do I...

What would I have to do?

Talk to an old friend.

Convince them that we need their help.

Richie needs their help.

- Well, who? I mean...

What the hell is going on?

You know the phrase: I could tell

you, but I'd have to kill you?

Well, I will actually carry out that threat

if you whisper a word of this to anyone.

He should be here any minute now.

Oh, here he is.

Chaps. What's... what's...

What's this all about, then, Mr. Briggs?

I've been telling my friend Richie

about your business here.

Oh, yeah? What're you after?

Smokes, chocolate bars, jazz mags--?

No.

- No?

Fuc--... F***in' hell.

These aren't...

These aren't exactly what you'd call...

what you'd call everyday items around here.

Do... Do you know what I mean?

- I do; I know they're not.

And... And...

It's gonna cost you.

He's good for it.

Yeah...alright. Yeah.

Give me a a couple days,

uh, I'll see what I can do.

Good lad.

- The sooner the better.

Right...

Twitchy bastard, isn't he?

Well, well, well.

Look who it is.

Richie f***ing Archer.

- I'm sorry son, you've got me at a disadvantage.

The name's "Razor."

And don't call me "son."

So, what happened?

Had a bit of a senior moment, did you?

I mean, f***in' hell: gold bullion?

This ain't the f***ing '80 no more,

you silly old gits.

You wanna learn some manners, my friend.

You wanna go do a f***ing

jigsaw, granddad.

Watch your mouth.

Gentlemen.

So you know West-End John?

Well, what do you make of that? Hah!

The world's a village.

I've been holding out hope that Razor here

would one day learn to respect his elders and betters.

Come on, Razor:
Apologize.

I ain't apologizing to no one.

- I said, apologize.

Just pissin' about, ain't I?

I wouldn't call that an apology.

Say you're sorry.

Sorry.

Now sling it.

What the f*** are you lookin' at?

Seems like a nice boy.

- Adorable.

What's their story?

They've been scrapping each other for years.

Some family thing, long

before they got here.

Spider's alright...

But Razor...

I've had to threaten his

outside mob a couple of times.

Looks like he's due for a reminder.

- Hmm.

Vic Farrow is due to be transferred.

And you, Misses Maestro, are going to

make sure he ends up in your prison.

What?!

Are you deaf?

F***.

Are you deaf?

F***.

I've never killed a woman before.

But with your job description,

I'm willing to make an exception.

I can't... I...

I can't do that, that's impossible.

Well... You better hope it ain't.

Because if you don't get this thing done

I'm gonna put big holes in you.

Do you want that?

Ohh... Didn't think so.

You do so remind me of a

very dear friend of mine.

Stick 'em up.

Oh, Chas, you've got something for me, I hope?

Yeah, maybe maybe maybe.

Listen, you know what I'm going to say.

Let's see it first.

F***. - Hm?

Yeah yeah yeah.

Sweet, sweet, sweet.

- It is nice, yeah.

Mined in South Africa,

cut in Tel Aviv...

And part of a consignment nicked

off a dealer in the Antwerp Square Mile.

Here you go.

Down the hatch.

Yeah, you might want to run it under a tap first.

Later sir!

- Hang about, hang about!

I can feel from this there's

no key-card inside here.

Yeah. But to be fair, you know,

it was always going to be tricky.

You just swallowed my payment.

- Yeah, I know, I know. I just need a little bit...

...longer?

I haven't got a little bit ... longer.

No, but, but, I'm sorry. I am.

I'm sorry.

...longer?

I haven't got a little bit ... longer.

No, but, but, I'm sorry. I am.

I'm sorry.

I ain't going to let you down.

No, you're f***ing not.

Because if you do, Butch will devise a method

whereby he can retrieve that

diamond from inside your tum-tum.

A process neither of you

will enjoy very much.

Hello, Jack.

- Oh, bloody hell.

Oh! Thank you very much.

- No offense...

But I've come to realize that people approaching me these days usually means they want something.

I'm not some bloody charity worker on the eye street.

So... You here visiting someone?

Or is this to do with Richie?

How often do you come here?

Most days.

She deserves that, at least.

- I didn't know her, but...

I'm sorry for your loss, Jack.

- Well...

She always said she'd be the widow with me

killed on duty trying to put the bad boys away.

Oh... So, uh, she didn't know?

- That I was actually working with the bad boys?

No. Well, I reckon she knew,

but she never said anything.

Anyway, she was always good

at turning a blind eye. Bless her.

Yes, well, as fascinating as all this sounds...

we have slightly more pressing

matters to discuss.

God, blimey ol' Riley, all these years

and you haven't changed a bit, have you?

I'll take that as a compliment.

- Whatever rocks your boat.

So, what's all this about, then?

And remember...

I've done my bit.

Your bit?

Your bit?!

You haven't even started, Houghton.

Richie's inside.

Oh, I know!

Silly old bugger.

What ever was he thinking at his--at our age.

Yeah; it seems that getting

caught was part of the plan.

Wha...? Why would he want...?

It's a prison break, right?

- He needs your help, Jack.

Lizzie, this isn't my world anymore.

- We know you have a contact on the inside.

Fuller member of the brotherhood.

- I do not want any part of this.

Do I really need to remind you how

much dirt my father has on you?

No, no, no, no, no.

Richie's pulled that one on me before.

- You're walking around free as a bird...

...because my father kept stumm.

Your bit, Mr. Houghton, hasn't

even halfway started.

Look, Jack, you know I wouldn't ask for

help if we didn't really, really need it.

Oh, this is funny, you two doing

the good-cop/bad-cop routine.

Please, Jack! Richie and I...

- I am not doing this.

For you, or for Richie,

and especially not for her.

I'll do it for me.

Anyway, I've got f***-all

else to do nowadays.

Our old friend Jack Houghton's

got a mate in here.

Not one of the funny Ancho Brigade?

- Good Christ, not the f***ing Masons?

Yeah, alright, I don't care for them myself,

but without this bloke we're going nowhere.

Once off this wing, there's another

four doors between us and freedom.

You'd see that as a nice

challenge back in the day.

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