Dead Head

Eddie Cass , small-time crook, admirer of royalty, Mr Nobody, gets this little job - take some package up West - it's not drugs - 100 quid down, 400 on delivery. So he collects this fancy hatbox. And then, well, he opens the box, doesn't he.

Eddie Cass, small-time crook, gets this little job - take some fancy hatbox up west. But he opens the box. And then he chucks it in the river. With the head still in it. Next thing there's top brass, smelling of scent, giving him hand-outs, asking about his ex-wife Dana. That's how it all began. A right season in hell.

Eddie Cass , small-time crook, throws this hatbox into the Thames. With the head still in it. Now everyone reckons he knows who did it. The CID, stinking of scent; the aristocracy warming his legs with their cigars; the girl in a mac and not much else. Trouble is, the only one who seems to know is Dana. His ex. But she's not saying.

Eddie Cass , small-time crook, throws this hatbox into the river. With the head still in it. Now they're all paying to find out who did it. But Eddie sees it isn't money makes the world go round. It's treachery. Everyone alive is a bent copper. With a gun. And it's him they're after. But still, as the man said - anything for England.