♪ I could be so good for you
♪ Love you like you want me to
♪ I could be so good for you
♪ Love you like you want me to ♪
[FUNKY MUSIC]
♪ Duck back in the alley
♪ Police car on the road
♪ Ooh-ooh, I got no g*n
♪ 16 years in prison,
and now I'm on the run
♪ Ohhh,
sadful song.
♪ Now I'm in the city
Gotta find a place to hide
♪ Ohhh,
get me inside.
♪ The red lights there are busted
and never turn to green
♪ Oh, verbally mean.
♪ OW! ♪
- Are you all right, love?
- I'm Maude Trout!
Yeah, I know that. I meant...
are you up to making the identification?
- The what?
- Identification!
Why are you shouting?
There are people at rest in there.
The poor dear.
He doesn't look very well,
does he?
Mrs Trout,
is it your grandson?
Well,
he was never as pale as that.
And he's lost weight too,
poor soul.
Ooh, I am glad our Ethel isn't alive
to see him like that!
Look, love,
is it your grandson,
Albert Trout?
Well, it must be,
mustn't it?
There can't be two like my Albert,
can there?
[FUNKY MUSIC]
♪ Duck back in the alley
♪ Police car on the road
♪ Ooh-ooh, I got no g*n...
How long have you been managing
this place?
About a year.
Funny odd job for a woman,
isn't it?
Is it?
- Well, I'm sorry, but you know...
- Yeah, I know.
I used to work in a rat race -
in the music business.
Record publishing.
It's rampant male chauvinism
wherever we ladies go to.
I suppose a humble appeal
to go out for a quiet drink
after this place closes
is out of the question?
Everywhere will be shut.
My flat isn't.
You b*stard.
[FUNKY MUSIC]
♪ Since I've been away
♪ There's a world on my shoulders... ♪
♪ Since I've got to stay...
This is back in the charts,
innit?
It's in the 30s
and climbing fast.
It's amazing what dying
can do to a singer's future career, innit?
Don't be so wicked!
[TERRY GIGGLES]
Actually
it's rather a shame.
With the right management,
he could've made the big time.
It is rather good,
don't you think?
Yeah, it's all right, yeah.
I'm more an Eric Clapton
man myself.
- Oi! [GLASS SHATTERS AND SHOUTING]
- Hold on. Here we go.
Oi. Oi. Chaps.
C'mon, c'mon!
I'd like to know where you keep
copping these from, Arthur.
I'm likely to tell you,
ain't I?
Think I'll go direct
and cut you out of your corner, do you?
We would, wouldn't we?
Blimey!
This one must've been cut
from an old 78!
No-one listens
to that crap any more!
Freddy,
how could you?
This man once had an audience
with the Pope!
About the only audience
he ever got!
Hey. That culture comes as a job lot,
you know, the good with the bad!
Yeah, I know.
But there's no point in humping stuff
I don't want, is there?
[POP MUSIC PLAYS]
- You're all right?
- Yeah, I'm all right. Come in.
I've to tell you,
this is not the sort of investigation
I relish, Melish.
- Oh. Nor me, Guv!
- It's your bloody fault, innit?
If you hadn't told the guv'nor
yesterday
that you weren't sure
the old dear didn't seem too sure,
I wouldn't have got lumbered with it,
would I?
And now they capped it
all the press are onto it.
Well. The identification shouldn't be
too difficult to sort out, Guv.
All we got do
is to find a couple of people
who knew the geezer well enough
to confirm who he was.
People don't like looking at dead bodies,
Melish.
I don't like it!
It disturbs my sense of immortality.
[POP MUSIC PLAYS]
Hey, Bill, what are these?
That's couple of old
What they use in the studio
to make records on.
Yeah,
couple of no-hope groups
who laid some tracks down
and never see the light of a day.
Waste of money, innit?
Well. They don't think so
when they do it.
- What happens to them?
- Nothing.
Just gather dust
till someone slings them out.
- Cor!
- [PHONE RINGS] Sod it.
Look, the gear's over here.
- Yeah, I'll be on my bike now.
- Yeah, all right.
- Thanks a lot, mate.
- Yeah. Ta-da.
Hello?
- You haven't seen the trades?
- Not yet.
Zac's jumped from 34 to 17
in one week.
Fiona in the press office
is freaking out!
She's been inundated with calls.
Half of Europe want it.
We could go gold.
- That's nice, Lindsay.
- Well, it's not bad, is it?
Record News want to do an article
on Zac and the band.
And we've had two offers
from agents in the States.
God, what a time
for that neurotic to die!
Er...
Well, I only meant... eh...
If he hadn't,
there wouldn't be any Zac Zolar revival,
would there?
[PHONE BUZZES]
Yes?
"Cyril Ash is on his way in, sir.
I tried to stop him,"
- but...
- It's all right, they're here now.
Just a thought!
What if we try and find a Zac clone
and produce a new video?
We might be able to organize
kind of a...
Buddy Holly thing
one over again.
Eh, do you mind?
We happen to be in conference here.
- Shut it, ponce.
- Eh?
All right, George.
Sorry about the intrusion, John.
You and I ought to have
a private conversation.
Yeah. After Mr Sutton and I are finished,
if you don't mind!
All right, Lindsay, I'll deal with this.
We'll talk later, OK?
- What? But, John...
- Lindsay, please.
If that's what you want.
I don't know.
Another know-nothing who's come up
the river on a doughnut, innit, John?
I don't know
where you find 'em.
What's your problem, Cyril?
Oh, there is nothing
that can't be sorted out, John.
Nothing that can't be sorted out.
You and I are gonna have to come
to a satisfactory agreement
about my boy Zac's future legacy.
- Hey. What's this? What's this?
- What's what? What's what?
- They're all the same records!
- Eh?
That little Billy's turned me over!
He hasn't.
He's done you a right favour!
Zac Zolar and the Asteroids?
God!
Where do they get these names out from?
What's happened to your Bings, you know,
Franks in your perries of yesteryear?
Don't worry about it.
You've got a right result there.
Result?
Result?!
gurgling degenerate?
I laid out hard-earned for these!
There's no way I'll get unload them on Freddy!
You'll had your hand off.
- That's the late, great Zac Zolar.
- Late, great?
Don't you read the papers?
He's brown bread, isn't he?
Died of a heart attack or something.
I'm not surprised when these
so called singers are on their nood.
Probably perforated his pelvis!
Bing never done that
in 50 years of cultural grooming!
- God help us!
- No, no, no!
You do not go to that great concert
in the sky
singing White Christmas
with a punctured tonsil.
I mean,
where's the dignity in that?
Anyway,
how come you know so much about
Tacky Whatsit and his Jelloids?
[TERRY GIGGLES]
Hold up.
There's something else in here.
- Something else?
- Yeah.
What is it?
- It's a tape.
- Tape?
Oh dear. I wouldn't like to hump
the cassette around that goes into!
No. It's what they call
a master tape.
It's what they use in the studio
when they recording it.
That's gonna look lovely in a jukebox, innit?
[TERRY CHUCKLES]
- You got to have a word with that Billy.
- Stop whinging, will you?
You're on a better earner
than normal with this lot.
Oh, yeah?
Sounds like a star, don't it,
this one...
Albert Trout!
Look.
Let's get this absolutely clear.
Zac was signed to me.
I'm his manager.
I own him, dead or alive.
We have a contract
that's still valid, Cyril.
Those four unreleased titles
we have exactly recorded
under the terms of that contract.
As soon as they're mixed down,
I intend to release them.
You're releasing nothing!
There's no need to be unpleasant
about this, Cyril.
We can all steal that money.
Unpleasant?
I tell you what's unpleasant.
Zac and the band ripped me
for the fortune!
PH, tracks, rowdies,
birds, hotels...
It takes forty lousy points on an album.
Gonna pay me back all that?
On my information the most of the bills
on that items was never paid.
Oh, don't get a lemon, John.
It doesn't suit you.
Look, Cyril.
Look! Don't...
piss me about, John!
I want those tapes!
That'll be little difficult
I afraid.
- Oh, yeah?
- They are not here.
The producer I got to do the mix
took them away.
He's in Scotland for a week.
Exactly where I don't know.
We got to find out where
and in a bit lively.
No hard feelings, John.
Business is business.
Oh!
Almost forgot to ask.
How is Shirley?
In good health is she?
Yes.
And the kids?
Let's hope
they stay that way.
[DIALS THE PHONE]
Very nice, Arthur!
This one's getting a lot of play.
Got every jukebox she got,
Freddy,
- Can't beat that, can you?
- Yeah.
Tragedy, though. A rising young star
like Jack and his Adenoids,
broken by the pressure of success.
Er, yeah,
I know what you mean.
Eh, this one's no good to me though.
What? Hold on, leave that.
I'll sling it later.
Terry, give Freddy a hand out
with his fortune, will ya?
And hurry it up,
we've got to get over to the motors.
Yeah, all right.
What do you mean,
you can't find it?
Well, it's gotta be here somewhere,
Mr Sutton.
Has Cyril Ash been down here?
Cyril Ash? No.
- What would he want down here?
- Never mind.
Just find that bloody tape
and bring it to my office!
[TUNES RADIO]
Terry!
Stop all that fiddling about
and come and help me
to get this roof down!
I'm a minder, not a mechanic.
[ZAC'S SONG ON RADIO]
Terry, the geezer will be here
to pick it up shortly.
He's not gonna part with unnecessary wedge
if he can't get the lid on, is he?
And turn that racket off!
This racket's made you
a nice few quid.
- What?
- This is it, Zac Zolar's single.
Zac Zolar's single what?
[TERRY CHUCKLES]
His record, you berk!
- Is it?
- Yeah.
[RADIO] ♪ Ohhhh! ♪
Bloody rubbish!
[TURNS RADIO OFF]
Leave off.
I'm beginning to like it. [TURNS ON]
Ohhh!
It is catchy, innit?
That horrible little man?
You must be joking?
He can't get away with a thing like that!
If you'd been in this business...
longer than you have,
you'd realise that Cyril Ash
has spent a lifetime in his own legend,
and what Cyril Ash wants,
he usually gets...
one way or another.
[PHONE BUZZES]
None of which is very pleasant.
Yes?
Oh, yes?
What do they want?
Happy motoring.
Here we are, Terrence.
Another satisfied punter.
I don't know how I do it.
It's not hard to work out, is it?
You lie!
I'm going up
for a shave and a shear.
- All that grafting's made me feel tacky.
- Oh, dear!
If I wasn't rushed off my feet,
I'd clean a few cars.
Well, that's the difference
between you and me, innit?
You and I, Terence.
You and I.
Ahh!
Whoa!
Now, it's you!
Don't tap me on the shoulder like that.
It's disturbingly similar to the way
the Old Bill sneak up on you.
How'd you know
I was here anyway?
- Terry.
- Oh.
Arthur. I've gotta talk to you
about that last lot of records you had.
What about 'em?
- I gave you the wrong ones.
- Don't worry, son.
I managed to unload 'em anyway.
Unload 'em?
You mean you've already sold 'em?
Yeah. They're gone.
Probably playing on every
jukebox in London by now.
What about the tape?
Tape?
What tape?
There was a 24-track master tape
in with the records. Was there?
Don't tell me
you've unloaded that, as well?
- Important, is it?
- Important?!
Thank you.
I'm not sure that I want to go
to the mortuary to do that, Sergeant.
Is that just squeamishness, sir,
or are you refusing to help the police?
There's a young man
who works with him.
He knew him much better than I did.
He could identify him.
The way it works is this.
Each track carries a separate sound
or instrument,
but recorded flat
with little or no EQ.
Then it's all mixed down
to a quarter-inch stereo.
That makes it a lot clearer, does it?!
How do you know all this?
I used to work in the business,
remember?
Did it have anything on the box
it was in?
Well, yeah. There was a lot of writing
on that. Names... and the girl...
Oh, yeah, some geezer called
Albert Trout!
You're joking?!
You know who that is, don't you?
Mrs Trout's little boy?
That's Zac Zolar's real name!
Cor, that tape must be the unreleased
tracks he recorded months ago!
I've read about it.
Does that mean
it's worth a few bob?
With Zac heading for number one
in the charts again!
Are you kidding?
Well. That's all very interesting, son,
but I can't see what you expect me to do.
Arthur! If I don't get that tape back,
I'm likely to be arrested, go to prison!
I'll never get another job
in the business.
It's my future career!
I wanna be a producer.
It'll be totally blown.
Well, I'm sorry, son, but...
I don't recall seeing any tape.
You know, I think it must've got slung out
with the rest of a rubbish.
It's probably gone up in smoke now
in the council incinerator.
- Oh, no!
- Can I drop you somewhere?
Sure. The river.
Ha ha ha. The river!
The river...!
Well, sir?
It certainly... er...
looks quite like him.
You made a record
with the man.
So surely you must know
whether it is him or not.
Yes, I suppose I should really, but...
erm... [SIGHS]
..when a person is, erm...
In any case,
with all the publicity that surrounded
his demise, if it isn't him,
surely he would've shown up by now,
wouldn't he?
This little bloke that works for you, sir,
the minute he shows up,
ask him to contact me immediately,
would you, please.
Mm.
It's no good, Terry.
As soon as Billy gave me the SP,
I looked everywhere. It's gone.
A star is 'gorn'.
Listen. Sharon reckons that tape
could be worth thousands.
I know.
Billy told me the same!
I must've slung it out
when I was cleaning up the place.
Cleaning up? You?!
[CHUCKLES]
It's laughing.
It's always muggins who does that!
Yeah. Come on, come on,
Dave's waiting for us!
Come on.
Taking this a bit calmly,
ain't you?
This is not calmness
you're witnessing, Terry.
- This is stoicism.
- Stoic what?
Composure in the face
of great personal stress.
I mean, can it help if strength of character
is one of my weaknesses.
Rubbish!
Listen. The reward for the return
of that tape must come to enough.
- It's just not like you.
- Look, Terry,
the tape's gone. What can I do?
Even if it hadn't, what could I do?
Take it back?
Say, 'I'm terribly sorry.
This got mixed up
with some of your stock divisions.
Ended up in my warehouse.
I claim first prize'?
- Yeah.
- You drive.
But you'd think of something,
wouldn't you?
Terry, we're not talking
about proper people.
Plod could be called in.
Personally distressing inquiries
could be made.
Arthur...
Terence?
Nothing.
[MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY IN BACKGROUND]
Hey, Billy.
- Oh, hello, Mr Ash.
- How are you, son?
OK.
Know what I mean?
Matter of fact...
I've glad I bumped into you.
I wanted to have a little chat.
Why don't you get in the motor?
Bit more private.
Comfortable, know what I mean?
Erm, well... Erm...
Come on. What's the matter?
I just got little problem, that's all.
Want a bit of advice.
Oh. OK, then.
That's the lot.
Put that last one in the bar,
would you, Tel?
Yeah, all right.
Dave,
as I was saying,
I'd be very grateful if you didn't
mention this to anybody,
er... especially Terry.
- What's the secret?
- Well, let us just say,
I have to conduct
some very delicate negotiations
which, if successful,
could put us all on an earner.
Trust me.
I don't mind keeping that tape
taken away for you, Arthur,
but don't expect me
to believe in miracles!
- I've done it.
- See you, Terry.
Aren't we gonna have one,
then?
No, no. No time to self-indulge, my son.
I got business to sort. See you later.
- But how am I gonna get...?
- 27 bus. End of the road.
That little so-and-so
is up to something, innit?
What? Arthur?
Who did you say?
Mr Arthur Daley.
He says...
Excuse me,
what was it you said?
Tell Mr Sutton it's about
Packey Polar and the Asteroids
and it concerns
a certain 24-tape thingy.
You wouldn't be telling me porkies,
would you, son?
I told you what happened.
It's the truth, honest.
- Do you know him?
- Never heard of the geezer.
All right, where do I find
this Arthur Daley, then?
The Winchester Club.
He's always in and out there.
Yeah, I know where it is.
All right then.
Thanks a lot, son. Run along.
[SIGHS]
What do you think?
I dunno.
He used to be right pals with Zac,
didn't he?
He was his roadie
before things went reels.
So?
Something's not right.
I tell you what.
You hang around here,
I'll go and sort this
Daley geezer.
I presume this is some kind of a...
practical joke, Mr Daley?
No, no, no, Mr Browne.
I am a proper person.
My credentials are unaccountable.
I never indulge in frivolity
or jest
in matters of business.
Well, in that case, I think
it's a matter for the police.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
That won't be necessary.
I'm sure Mr Sutton here
understands my position.
I am a humble functionary.
A mere spokesperson,
engaged by my client
to negotiate an equitable
and satisfactory arrangement.
In other words,
cop an earner.
I mean, that is, seek
an agreeable conclusion
for the safe return
of said item.
My Gods.
Leave this to me, Lindsay,
if you would, please.
Let's just simplify this,
Mr Daley.
Your client has our master tape,
which will be returned to us
if we agree to give him
an as yet unspecified...
amount of money,
yes?
In a nutshell, Mr Sutton,
in a nutshell.
What figure does this
client of yours have in mind?
Well, as I understand it in round figures,
so to speak, I mean strictly speaking,
the number of readies
I was meant to convey was, erm...
This is ludicrous!
As a starting point for negotiations,
naturally.
This client of yours,
his name doesn't happen to be
Cyril Ash, by any chance?
Cyril Ash?
Nah.
But you weren't sure,
Mrs Trout, were you? I mean...
You weren't positive?
Is there something
you're not telling me, young man?
Pardon?
Because you're behaving
just like a policeman.
Mrs Trout,
I am a policeman!
Oh, I thought so!
Look, let me ask you this.
Was your grandson in the habit
of going around without any means
of identification on his person?
Well...
He was very fond of red underwear,
my Albert!
Always wore it, he did.
Red...
Do we know what colour underwear
the deceased was wearing
in first examen, Melish?
What about distinguishing marks?
Oh, well, Albert was a bit too young
to be what you might call distinguished.
He was always
a well-mannered boy, though.
He respected his elders.
Erm... Actually, what I had in mind,
Mrs Trout,
was distinguishing marks
on his bod... on his person.
Scars, moles,
that sort of thing.
He was without a blemish,
my Albert,
and I won't have anyone
say anything else!
Blue, Guv.
- Blue what?
- With red trim.
You tell this client of yours
that I'm prepared to pay
a maximum of £500 for the tape,
Mr Daley,
that's all it's worth
£500?
But, erm...
Yes, Mr Daley?
Er... Oh, yeah, yeah. Well,
I'll pass the message on forthwith.
But eh...
I think I should warn you,
my client is not a man
who's likely to be impressed
with a mere monkey
for his considerable endeavours
in recovering...
the... er... said particular.
"Recovering".
That's an odd word for theft, Mr Daley.
Well, I'll be off, then.
Em...
Doubtless I'll be back to
resume negotiations.
£500, Mr Daley.
That's it.
- Who is that clown?
- I've no idea.
But at least we know
the tape isn't with Ash,
which gives us
a little breathing space.
One of the things you need to know
about old ladies
when you're interviewing them is,
there were...
No...
It can't be possible.
How's that, Guv?
Yeah, but hold on!
Arthur claims he hasn't got the tape!
Yeah, I know. But that won't stop
Cyril Ash going to see him,
if you see what I mean.
The man's a right lunatic.
Yeah,
but don't worry about it, mate.
[SIGHS] Yeah.
Look, Tel, I've gotta go now.
Can I come and talk to you later?
Well, if you have to.
Yeah. All right, yeah.
Yeah, I'll see you then.
Cheers.
Here, Dave,
has Arthur been back?
No. There was a geezer here
looking for him, though,
just before you come in
as a matter of fact.
Did he say who he was?
Cyril...
Cyril something or other.
He seemed proper enough.
I think he wanted to put
a bit of business Arthur's way.
- I told him to try the lock-up.
- Oh!
Listen,
I think we'd better go.
- I thought you brought me out for a drink!
- Yeah. Maybe later, all right?
- I think Arthur's in a bit of bother.
- When isn't Arthur in a bit of bother?
It's... all a great mystery to me,
Mr um...
What... What did you say
your name was?
Cyril Ash.
You can call me Cyril.
Eh, Cyril. Yes.
Erm, look...
Supposing I did have this item
that you mentioned...
I'm not saying that I have, mind you,
but if I did have,
what... what sort of business arrangement
had you got in mind?
- A quite a simple one.
- Mm.
- You give me the tape...
- Mm.
..or I'll smash your kneecaps.
Aagh!
Very reasonable!
Very reasonable indeed!
I let you talk me into going out with you
and I end up on an errand of mercy!
Would you mind telling me
what's going on?
I'm not sure myself.
You stay here
till I tell you otherwise.
- All right?
- Wonderful!
I'm into a conspiracy
with Macho Man!
[TERRY GIGGLES]
I'm emotionally attached to my kneecaps.
Why should I lie?
- If it's not here, where is it?
- Erm...
Yeah, where is it, Arthur?
You must be Cyril Ash.
What's it to you, sonny?
I don't wanna hit the wrong person,
that's all.
He's ruined that tie,
you know.
You two've given yourself
a very serious problem.
Nothing me and my boy
can't handle.
- Right, Terry?
- That's right, Arthur.
I'll be back.
You watch too much telly,
Cyril.
- Now, what you been up to, eh?
- Terry! Me?
Still got that tape, ain't ya?
- Tape?
- Yeah!
Listen, I'm gonna hit you
if you start all that nonsense.
What's she doing here?
Never mind about that!
What's this all about?
Can't we go and talk about it
over a drink?
- I'll vote for that!
- Oh, seems like a nice girl.
[RINGS DOORBELL]
..and that is the full SP,
on my eyesight!
You've got to be an absolute crackers
to think they'd stand for that!
But they did, didn't they?
The man offered me a monkey!
They're trying to steal it off you,
Arthur!
- It's potentially worth thousands!
- See?
Hold on! Hold on!
He stole it off them
- in the first place!
- Ah-ah-ah! Acquired! Acquired!
I'm simply asking for a just reward
for having located same.
Yeah. You should've copped what they
offered while you've the chance.
Look. When it comes to negotiating business,
Terry, I think I am the better judge.
Ha-ha!
You're gonna think that, ain't you,
when this Ash geezer turns up with a little firm!
Gah!
Look, Cyril Ash is infamous in the business
for his ruthlessness.
Believe me, I know!
Well... If he gets physical, Cheryl,
I can always... rely on Terry.
He's wonderful, isn't he?
I think if Arthur insists
on pursuing this,
perhaps I could offer him some
professional advice.
Helping to screw Cyril Ash
would give me a great deal of pleasure.
Would you like to rephrase that?
[DOOR OPENS]
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
Cyril's never gonna believe this.
- How's that, guv?
- Nothing.
Just get me to the nearest
telephone box, will you?
- What about the girlfriends, Guv?
- What about them?
Well, I mean the man was a pop star,
well, sort of, anyway
and they like to put it about a bit
with the ladies, ain't they?
There must be one or two birds around
who've had a real close look at him.
Know what I mean?
It's a point.
It's disgusting, but it is a point.
D'you know, I'm sure that was
Arthur Daley I saw there.
- So, how did you find out, Cyril?
- Does it matter?
Hey, boy.
You look terrific!
Why didn't you tell me?
Tell you? You're one of the reasons
I wanted to disappear, for Chris sakes!
Me?
You must be mental!
I am the man who took you
to number one, son.
Who's the lovely lady?
Now, if you want economical, my dear,
this is positively frugal.
Arthur,
I think you just drop it.
No, no, no.
A moped uses more juice than this.
No, I'm talking about the lark
with the tape.
Drop it?
Drop it? You've got brain damage
or something?
Sharon reckons
it's could be worth thousands.
- Don't you, dear?
- Well, potentially. Yeah.
See? I reckon they've got
to go to at least five big ones.
Yeah, but they've offered you five small ones.
Why don't you just take the money and run.
What does he want?
Blimey, Tel,
I'm glad you're here!
- Why, what's up?
- Well, I dunno how to tell ya,
but the thing is,
Zac ain't dead.
What are you talking about?
He's in trouble
and needs a bit of help.
- And I was hoping that you might...
- Me? No. Leave it out!
I'm not getting involved in any
reincarnated rock'n'roller!
This is getting positively bizarre!
Will this make a difference
to the value of the T-A-P-E?
Look. Please, Tel. Cyril Ash has
found out and Zac's gone off with him!
Kidnapped, Jessica called it.
Hold on,
who's Jessica?
That's Zac's girl.
She's really worried.
Well, if he's not dead and he's been kidnapped
she ought to phone the Old Bill!
Ah-ah-ah-ah, Terry!
In the circumstances,
I think not.
But if Zac's still alive, you can't let
Cyril Ash get hold of him again.
That's the b*stard
who screwed him up in the first place.
- She is right, Tel.
- They got a point here, Terry.
For our own protection,
yours as well as mine.
We ought to get a full SP on this.
I don't know why I stand for it.
I must be bleeding mental.
- Yeah.
- What?!
No, no.
No.
I don't understand you, Zac.
It's Alan now, Cyril.
- Alan Trent.
- Oh, don't be silly.
How am I gonna promote a name
like Alan Trent?
I don't wanna promote it.
- It's me!
- You're Zac Zolar.
You're a star.
The star that I,
your friend and manager, made.
Now, did I do all that for you
because I wanna be your enemy, eh?
All I wanna do is help.
Is that why you forced me
to come here?
Forced?
What? Did I twist your arm,
break your leg?
No. But you would've done
if I hadn't.
All you wanna help
is yourself!
We help each other, Zac.
That's what it's all about.
Now, look.
I've got a new contract.
Don't bother, Cyril!
All your contracts are the same!
I had one,
remember?
No, thanks.
- You used to pour it down by the bottle.
- Yeah, but not any more.
Have you got religion or something?
Have you got any idea
how well the new single's doing?
I know.
So?
If that little bit of nonsense
you pulled ever comes to light,
you could be in very serious trouble,
my son.
So,
when we saw in the papers
that they thought that poor
young man might be Alan...
- It's just seems...
- Alan? You mean Zac?
Oh, yes.
Well, it simply seemed like
a golden opportunity
to get rid of this Zac Zolar thing
finally and forever
and to disappear.
Zac had been wanting to get out
of the pop business for some time.
So, he decided to take on
a new identity, Alan Trent,
and we came to live here.
Eh... Excuse me asking,
my dear, in this, your...
darkest hour, so to speak,
but...
does one hit record
buy all this?
[SHE SMIRKS]
It could, I suppose.
But it didn't.
Cyril Ash took,
or perhaps I should say stole,
most of Alan's earnings during
his short and nightmare in show business.
Yeah, but, I mean...
you know...
[SHE SMIRKS]
I inherited it from my father.
And Zac shares my love of horses.
Well, it all looked like
working marvelously.
Until now.
Listen, you little ingrate...
You could stay dead,
you know?
- Ha, you never get away with it.
- How I'm gonna get done
for topping someone
who's already officially dead, eh?
What about lady I live with?
Well, she knows about you
and everything.
Emmy Grant,
Billy also knows I'm not dead.
It's their word against mine,
innit?
And even if anyone believed them
were is the proof.
Yeah, but what would be the point?
Oh, I don't know.
Buddy Holly.
Jim Reeves.
Hold on!
Look, what you done
don't sounds so terrible to me
The only problem you can't to find
if he went to call, won't he?
So, if you think
that Cyril Ash has kidnapped or abducted Zac
why don't you just go to the Old Bill
and let them sort it out?
I think I'll maybe...
Well...
Not... totally convinced
that this is what he wants.
Ahh.
[SHE SMIRKS]
I think he needs more time
in his new identity as...
Alan Trent
to be sure.
The excitement he got
from being Zac Zolar the pop star
went pretty deep.
She's right, Tel.
He only got on about it.
And if police
get to know the truth...
well, all the result in publicity...
photos in the papers...
you know.
He may not be able to resist it.
But why should he resist it?
He has talent, why he should denied it?
And go back to that every buzzer in grief
that thing don't work out again?
Well, now he knows the pitfalls
he would be able to handle it, won't he?
I just like him back here and safe,
Mr Daley.
- I'll be in the car, right?
- Yeah, OK.
And naturally I wouldn't expect you
to help without a fee of some sort.
Oh, well, since you... mentioned that,
my dear, there will be er...
- certain expenses incurred.
- Of course.
And... And we must treat it
with the utmost delicacy.
'Cos as I understand from Billy
the police has started sniffing around already.
Hmm. You just get out
and safely back here
and I handle Sergeant Rycott
when the time comes.
Ry... Serg... Sergeant Ry...
Ronny Rycott, Fulham?
Yes! I believe so.
Oh, my good God...
Terry!
This is the third time
I've called here, sir,
I thought you told me that this
William Croney, known as Billy,
- was an employee of yours.
- Yes, what he is.
I'm sorry he isn't here
at the moment,
he just spend a lot of his time
outside the building
delivering...
product, messages, that sort of thing.
And you can't help me
with another point?
Well... I knew very little about
Zac's private life.
In a middle of all women
who were involved in it.
I see.
There is just one other
little matter, sir.
Do you know a man called
Arthur Daley?
- Why do you ask?
- Well, just that...
the last time I was here I felt sure
I saw him leaving the building.
Well... I have been discussing
a business proposition with...
"A" Mr Daley,
but it...
has nothing to do with your
investigation of the moment.
Really?
Mm.
You would care to tell me
what is the nature
of the business proposition,
would you, sir?
With the greatest respect, Sergeant,
it has nothing to do with the police.
Anything that Arthur Daley
gets up to, sir,
is ALWAYS
of interest to us.
Oh... You will insist
to William Croney
that he gets in touch of me
as soon as he can, would you, sir?
Yes, of course.
Keep an eye on him
till I get back.
Yeah.
And I'm certain he'll be here then.
I want to clear all about
that tape.
It means I'd have another word
with this Daley geezer.
On his own this time.
[ZAC'S MUSIC STARTS]
♪ Duck back...
♪ Duck back in the alley
[SINGS ZAC'S SONG VERY BADLY]
[TURNS MUSIC OFF]
Thank you, Clarence.
Eh... Leave you details on reception.
We'll call you.
Sara. You can tell the next ARTIST
down to the studio.
No business
like show business, eh?
Dementing Dave.
You can move for to the studio now.
You and your colleagues as well,
Mr Daley.
About time too.
Looking for someone?
Or something I would say?
What's it to you?
So?
I think we could safely
interpret you behaviour
as acting suspiciously
on the closed premises, sir.
I'm looking for my old mate.
Arthur Daley.
Do you have any...
identification on you?
Cyril Ash,
management and enterprises.
What management and...
enterprises might that be I wonder.
Rock'n'Roll.
Manage a couple of bands,
do a few promotions, you know?
Cyril Ash.
You managed Zac Zolar, didn't you?
Yeah, I do.
Did
I should say.
In that case you might got to help us
with our inquiries, sir.
But that's preposterous.
It's...
How can it happen?
A case of mistaken identity?
John...
John, this is getting ridiculous.
I really think we ought to call the police
and all this...
Perhaps we should listen
to Mr Daley proposal
before we act too hastily.
Eh... Excuse me,
there is someone trying to...
It's perfectly straightforward.
- We reclaim Sak.
- Zac.
Zac.
From the evil clutch of Cyril Ash.
And then keeping in
protective custody as it were.
Until he fit well enough
to make a decision.
Oh, yeah, like er...
I can agree a few beers with a new manager.
Exactly what would you want
should this er...
somewhat unorthodox scheme of yours
work?
My personal assistant has all details.
If you would, my dear.
We want 50 points on first realise.
But if we chart...
we want an option to negotiate
a higher percentage.
Plus, what should we say,
- 50.000?
- He is still there.
But at least let me phone
if is Sam's all right.
I don't think
Cyril would approve that, son.
Then he's stupid.
The longer I don't contact her, the more
the likelihood is she should phone the police.
OK.
Just you remember, I'll be listening,
all right?
[PHONE RINGS]
Hello?
Can I take it
we have a trade then, John?
I think we may have.
Arthur,
giving certain provisos.
Name them, John.
Name them.
Could we get on with it?
Nothing is finalized
that includes any advance money isn't
until Zac is reclaimed
and under your safe management.
and the master tape
is returned to this company forthwith.
I told you, darling,
I'm perfectly OK.
Don't worry.
When this is all over
you and me and Billy
we all have a nice meal in Garrotte's.
- OK?
- OK, Zac. Time's up.
But what is it?
What he say?
Ha said
when all this is over
the three of us
will have a meal in Garrotte's.
I don't know any restaurants
of that name, do you?
No.
But I know what he means.
It's a terrible free
to ask me to do, Sergeant.
See my boy in a state like that.
Terrible.
I was some doubts about the identity,
sir.
We did need to be certain.
You'll be missed. I'm telling you.
Look...
It may be a bit funny all this. Do you want to fire?
Slip away my head, you know?
Now I'll be all right, sir.
If there is anything else
we...
we'll be in touch.
What else could that be?
Well...
You do business with Arthur Daley
could be anything,
could it?
Of course first
we got to find out
where there Ash could hiding Zac.
How we suppose to do that?
Well, Mr Daley deals with the miracles
besides the other activities, don't you, Arthur?
No problem, John.
No problem.
I know faces
that know places.
That know faces.
Know what I mean?
Not really. No.
Excuse me...
Is there Mr McCann?
- Yeah.
- There is a call for you.
From Ms Jessica Trent.
She says it's urgent.
Hello?
- Who is the Dresser that?
- Cyril Ash's associate.
- It's where they keeping Zac.
- Eh?
How did you find out?
Well, the coach's name is George,
but Zac and Billy
they got a nickname for him, see?
And somehow Zac
got to call to Jess...
Well, it doesn't really matter,
does it? Come on.
What? Now?
Yeah... Element of surprise, Arthur.
Element of surprise. Come on.
[KNOCK ON THE DOOR]
About time and all.
Oohh!
See?
Element of surprise. Always does it.
- What the hell is this?
- Don't worry.
Jessica sent us
to get you out of this.
- Is Ash here?
- What? Eh... No, he is not.
Lively, Terry, lively.
While legs beginning to wake.
Come on.
- Look, who are you guys?
- Don't worry about it.
Arthur Daley
showbiz entrepreneur
and personal manager.
That's the latest in my endeavours, Zac.
You are now in safe
and reliable hands, my boy.
Where are you taking me?
I don't want to stay in the hotel.
I just want to go home.
Out of question, my son.
Until we can find a way of stopping
Cyril Ash
giving you aggravation.
I think you ought to know
I'm not too sure
I want to get into all that pop-sing again.
How can you say that, Zac?
Think of your public.
Turn it in, will you?
Leave him make up his own mind.
Well, things are a bit different
for you this time.
I mean you might be really
in a big time.
She is right.
Your place is up there when you are mortal's.
Like Big Richard
and Little Bopper.
This is getting ridiculous,
you know that, don't you?
- I have to find Jessica.
- Yeah. All right, all right.
Oi! Oi!
Would you coming in?
No, no, no. I will get the tape
and wrap all this up. Shut that door.
Mr Ash.
What a coincidence!
- Just the man I was looking for.
- Well, you just found me.
No, no. I know what you're thinking
but you're wrong. We... umm.
Where is it?
I'm... I'm getting it for you this evening.
That's why I was looking to tell you.
- Tell me more.
- Well... it got mixed up with the...
cottoned gear I sold the man.
When he found it he... he give me a ring.
And... he is bringing it around.
- Eh... This evening... first thing.
- What time?
Six o'clock... First thing...
This evening.
I don't want to come to you again,
Daley.
Well, in the long run, it's your decision,
I'm just telling what I think that's all.
Yeah, I know.
Anyway whatever. Thanks, Terry.
I appreciate what you've done,
that's what I'm trying to say.
But don't you say it to quickly, Zac.
I mean the business is not bad.
Here got it.
Much appreciated, Dave.
Much appreciated.
- You're all right, Arthur?
- Well, let's say I'm coping.
I must go, Dave.
Listen...
If Cyril comes in
tell him I'm gone to China.
- China?
- Well, tip end.
- I told you he's gone.
- Gone where?
- West Wickham.
- Terry, how you could do this to me?
Eh? What have I do?
I didn't do anything.
Oi, he wanted to leave,
it's his decision, innit?
What you want me to do?
Tied him up so I could be done for abduction?
You might to wait
till he's signed on the dotted.
This could be in a big one.
I could be the Brian Epstein
on West one.
And you get me
West Wickham.
You still claim your monkey
for the tape.
[ZAC'S SONG WITH HISS NOISES]
I don't believe it...
The bloody thing
been demagnetized.
- What that mean?
- What that mean?!
What that mean?!
It's mean some bloody idiot left it close
to the strong electromagnetic field
caused a massive drop out.
And for all intensive purposes
wipe a bloody thing!
Wipe it? What you mean?
Was it cloth or something?
No. no. Must be when you stashed it
amongst all that magnetic toys.
- Oh, yeah...
- Yeah.
- You daft bloody moron...
- Hold on, hold on.
That's not gonna get
anyone anywhere, is it?
[PHONE BUZZES]
He has a point, Lindsay.
Yes.
All right.
Where is Zac? And where is my tape?
I think you better play again,
Sam.
DENNIS WATERMAN:
"I Could Be So Good For You"
♪ If you want to
I'll change the situation
♪ Right people right time
♪ Just the wrong location
♪ I've got a good idea
♪ Just you keep me near,
I'll be so good for you
♪ I could be so good for you,
I'm gonna help you
♪ Love you like you want me to
♪ I'll do anything for you ooh-ooh
♪ I'll be so good for you
♪ I could be so good for you
♪ I'll do it like you want me to
♪ Love you like you want me to
♪ There ain't nothing
I can't go through ooh-ooh
♪ I'll be so good for you ♪
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