Richard Burton credited as playing...
Vic Dakin
- Vic Dakin: Frank, Frank. We're the boys, aren't we? Aren't we the boys. Always have been, ever since we were kids. Hardly got off our mother's tit when we had 'em quaking down in Hackney.
- Bob Matthews: I don't know what you're hoping to achieve, except perhaps an orgasm.
- Vic Dakin: Don't be a burke all your life. Take a day off, Sergeant.
- Bob Matthews: *In*spector.
- Vic Dakin: Oh it's come through, has it? That's nice. Bit more on your widow's pension.
- Brown: I'm a clerk, and a clerk, Mr Bellamy, is nothing now. Oh just before the war he was important, he gave the orders, he was the one who could rise to 400 a year, little modest saloon by the time he was 40. Your working man stayed at 3 quid a week. Not now, and my wife knows it - she says to our kid, you won't be a failure like your father.
- Vic Dakin: Sounds like a right cow.
- Vic Dakin: Lowis comes along here. Boxed in. We come up here. Boxed in and buggered. What is it?
- Frank Fletcher: Toys, Vic, just toys!
- [Vic has cut Benny's throat and left him dangling from a balcony. His blood starts to drip onto the pavement below and some falls on Vic as he leaves]
- Vic Dakin: Bleeding pigeons.
- Vic Dakin: So what's he doing here? He's an MP, isn't he? I mean, the whole country looks up to him, right? So what's he doing here? Gambling, whoring, boozing. Can't even wash his hands when he goes to the bowl. Makes you think, doesn't it?
- [Vic's gang have kidnapped Edgar from hospital]
- Vic Dakin: He doesn't seem glad to see us. I mean, there's no enthusiasm. We sprung you, didn't we? Aren't you glad to be out? I mean, where's your gratitude?
- Edgar Lowis: I'm sick, Vic. They were going to operate.
- Vic Dakin: *I'll* operate.
- [Vic walks towards Edgar and opens his pyjama jacket]
- Vic Dakin: If you don't tell me where that money is in ten seconds, I'll open you OUT!
- Brown: I haven't said anything. I wouldn't. I mean, you've no worries from me - from this end.
- Vic Dakin: I'm sure you haven't, Mr Brown. I just want to impress on you not to get too silly - not to do anything heroic.
- Brown: You know me. No fear.
- Vic Dakin: I just wanted to *impress* it upon you.
- [punches Brown in the stomach and then starts kicking him viciously]
- Vic Dakin: Why's he telling you about it?
- Danny: Well, he comes down to the club, you see. You know the type. Pathetic. Comes down to the club most Saturdays. Tells his wife he's seeing football.
- Vic Dakin: That makes him bent.
- Danny: No, no. He's screwed up by one of the broads there. Well, he only wants to take care of her. You know what I mean. Well, he's a bit mental for start. Bitter, you know, thinks the world owes him something. A weirdo.
- Vic Dakin: What you doing? Playing with yourself.
- Gerald Draycott: Excuse me.
- Vic Dakin: What are you so nervous about? Got a hangover from your last kinky weekend, have you?
- Gerald Draycott: Please..
- Vic Dakin: Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, that's what you are. Pathetic!
- Frank Fletcher: Be your age, Vic. We were kids then. Got away with blue murder.
- Vic Dakin: Got away with it. That's the point, Frank. Always did, Always have. Knew how to do it. Took care. But now we gotta take even more care, Frank We got to! We got homes, we got families to think of, dependents, Frank. So we can't afford to be reckless like a bunch of bleedin' billiard old cowboys. We're the governors, Frank. Aren't we the governors?