When his girl-friend walks out on him, Alan 'Dicky' Bird (Paterson) grits his teeth and plugs away at his sugar-coated job as a DJ on a Glasgow local radio station. Then by a highly unlikely quirk of fate he finds himself mediating in an ice-cream war between Mr McCool and Mr Bunny, both of them branches of the Scotia Nostra. But while Paterson regains his self-esteem through the injection of seriousness into his life, the film is damaged for the same reason: Forsyth stamps too firmly on the comedy which was his forte, while being apparently too nice to believe that the mafia are anything other than high-spirited boys. The result doesn't go far enough in either direction. Other people make comedy thrillers; this is a whimsical mild-surpriser. CPea.