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Good job your lot showed up when they did or it would've been <u>me</u> for the high jump.
That dude who works for Valentine. He's the one sent those guys after you. You know that.
Yeah. Shouldn't wonder. Must've done.
So what's your beef, pal?
Nothing financial. Strictly personal. I can see how all this importexport malarkey might give rise to confusion where I'm concerned. A foreigner, showing up unexpectedly, like.
It was you. Downtown.
Eh?
Because that wasn't anything to do with me. And suspicion has been cast in my direction. Didn't make any sense. Choosing those shitheads over me, cutting me out of the deal, then screwing them over too.
No, I can reassure you on that point. Valentine was just as surprised by that turn of events as you.
He'd already grabbed more than his allotted cut. Didn't think he'd be so bold as to take all of it.
All of what?
Of the deal, man.
Oh, yeah, right. The deal.
But if you're mad at him too and he's mad at you ... that must make us pals.
As you prefer, squire. As you prefer.
In which case I'll just do what I usually do.
And that is?
What am I doing?
Had a feeling it was you.
You look alike.
Perhaps it was the smoke.
Not her brand.
She used to pinch 'em off me. Funny that. One thing she never tried to get me to stop.
Why did you come here?
Wanted to talk to you, didn't I?
No, why did you come here?
Sort a few things out.
Been busy, have you.
How d'you mean?
It's been a while.
I was skint didn't have no money to get here.
That's not what I heard.
What was that, then?
I heard you were what's that adorable phrase? "at Her Majesty's pleasure."
It was the bars, then.
In any case, I don't suppose the salary you make sewing mailbags is really commensurate with international airline travel.
Sewing mailbags? Me? Never did an honest day's work in my life, dear. Wasn't about to start when I was in stir not with all that leisure time on my hands.
And not with all that buried loot you had waiting for you when you got out. From the Wembley Staduim job, wasn't it? Pink Floyd concert receipts. Jenny would've been ... fourteen at the time?
Hardly buried. Earning interest, love. Earning interest in an offshore account. Tidy little premium per annum, that.
Well, that kind of security can't be bought. Must be more comforting than a daughter to greet you.
Here, aren't you gonna let me in.
Try calling me again.
... No, I went in for more improving pastimes. Philosophy classes, language courses, European history, all that lark. Did you know that in Paris in the Eighteenth Century there were more rats in people's houses than there were people in people's houses.
Sounds like Beverly Hills.
Here, are you always this sarky?
Sarcastic, moi? Maybe I'll mellow when my ship comes in. It's expected any day now. I'm all packed and ready to go.
Weren't you on a television series?
If it played in England somebody owes me money. Who told you that Eddie?
Said it went on for donkey's years.
Three seasons. They found that's the limit of human tolerance when it comes to following the adventures of a family of Mormons on the Chisum Trail. I was wife number three the ingenue.
Oh, it just ended, then.
Now who's being sarcastic?
When you've lost as many years as I have, love, puts things in perspective, know what I mean.
I'm sorry. I guess the rest of us have no excuse for wondering where the time went. It must've been the bars.
I can't believe Jenny told you all that. About me. She was always so embarrassed.
Not embarrassed.
Ashamed.
Not ashamed.
Disappointed.
She never told Eddie, though.
She never told anyone else. About the convict strain or is it stain? No, I was privileged. I was someone who helped Jenny efface her past.
How'd you manage that, then.
When I'm not honing my craft in episodic television I do doubleduty as a voice coach. Not that her accent would have hobbled her progress. Not with that look.
Yeah, well, she started all that in London.
Modelling.
Learnin' 'ow to speak proper. Central School of Speech and Drama. It's no doddle gettin' in there, y'know. At seventeen. They offered her a place at RADA n' all, only she'd've had to wait till the next session and she was always in hurry to get on, was Jenny. She could talk posh without any training, when she was kneehigh to a grasshopper. Show up the old man, you know.
You weren't disappointed in her, then.
In Jenny? 'Course not. How could I be. 'Course I wasn't.
She was twentyone when she came to me. ... Straight from leaving you.
Footloose and fancy free.
She was happy here. However the two of you might have parted. Don't think she wasn't.
When did you get in?
Yesterday. Afternoon.
You haven't been lurking outside my building all day.
No, I had some other matters to attend to, you know. Getting a car sorted ...
I might've been away for the weekend.
Well, I reckoned, Saturday night, if you were goin' out, you'd probably have to come home first.
And you've seen Eddie Rama.
Yeah, saw Eddie, yeah. Me and him are muckers.
I should really give him a call. He's a character, isn't he. Well, not to you. I meant to us squares in the outside world.
He give me your address.
I gave him yours. Said, here, you want to write, I think this is a relative. I guess I thought I was being true to Jenny. Who told me she didn't have a father before proceeding of course to tell me why.
Well, don't suppose she did, really, most of her life. On her own after her mum died. Aunts and uncles for a time and then the bright lights beckoned.
Were you still married at the time to Jenny's mother, I mean?
Nah, we split up when Jenny was six. Her second husband done a runner after she got sick. They give me compassionate leave from Parkhurst to go visit her in hospital. We were always mates, me and Jenny's mum. I like to think they're together again now. Y'know. Heavenly choir.
The address Jenny gave me, that wasn't a prison, was it?
Nah, accommodation address.
What's that, like a P.O. box.
Something like that, yeah.
Where you get your bank statements.
I already knew. Knew beforehand. When was it supposed to have happened? two o'clock in the morning, Eddie said.
That's what was estimated.
Eight hours difference between here and London. Would've been, what, ten in the morning, my time. I was just coming out on the yard. Now, I was in the habit of saving my newspaper till then. Bit of fresh air, stretch me legs well, stretch the day out, really, that's what you wanna do. And I'll tell ya: I couldn't open the paper. Could not pry the pages apart it was like they was glued together. That's how weak my hands went. Thought I was having heart attack, only I knew I wasn't. Bloke come up to me, he says, Dave, he says, you've gone all white. I said, fuck me, I've been in prison half my life, what d'ya expect. But he was dead on, 'cause I could feel the blood drain right out of me head. And I knew ... Something had happened to Jen.
Do you even know who Terry Valentine is?
Well, I gathered something from the article what Eddie sent me. Some sort of pop music producer, wasn't it.
Lives high off the hog and waits for the next big thing. Like me but on a grander scale of failure.
Now, you shouldn't run yourself down. My employer, Mr. Lindgren
Your employer?
Mr. Lindgren.
Who's Mr. Lindgren?