hello, jack, i don't know anything, jack.
i know. i know.
i know.
for christ's sake, give us a fag.
i didn't know who doreen was. thought she was just another bird.
yes.
i dunno. he's got his ways. he knows margaret.
a couple of weeks back.
no choice. i had a visit from somebody.
cliff brumby. he'd seen the film. he wanted to meet doreen.
last sunday afternoon, eric and two of his boys arrive with frank and tell me that he's rumbled. somehow, he's seen the film and was about to shoot his mouth off. they ask me for some whisky and start forcing it down his throat. i thought they'd just duff him up a bit. honest.
nothing. what could i do?
yes. i told him.
'good.'
jack, for christ's sake .
yes, but listen. christ, i didn't kill him.