A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square Page #3

falls down, dragging out the wires.

You've been extremely lucky, sir.

This young man saved your bacon,

didn't he?

Yeah.

Your health, Mr Green.

ALL:
To Pinky!

Thank you very much.

As a gesture of our appreciation,

we've opened an account for you.

There's your chequebook

and your savings account.

We want all our customers

to accumulate wealth.

Welcome. Thank you very much.

LIVELY JAZZ:

Oh, Foxy, come on.

What's the matter, huh?

Huh? It's not such a big deal.

I'm moving out.

Who's gonna feed you?

You're both acting like

World's End is the end of the world.

I'll be coming by for a meal now I've

got my own wheels. We're still buddies.

You're still my pal.

A room over at World's End

is going to keep me out of trouble.

Not to mention any names -

know what I mean, huh?

It's like when we got back

from the US, we cleaned up our act.

If your dad was alive, he'd agree

with me. Home is where the heart is.

Mum.

Look, Ma...

I'm not knocking you and Foxy.

Where would I be without you?

You're all the family I got.

Listen, now that my bank

roll's getting a bit fatter,

I got great plans for

the three of us.

Er...a weekend place.

An apartment? Yeah.

By the ocean? Why not?

Here in Brighton? Brighton?

It reminds me of Atlantic City.

Well, it does.

OK. Brighton it's gonna be.

COMPERE:
Ladies and gentlemen, take

your partners for the last waltz.

You got your shoes on, sweetheart?

Yeah.

Foxy, give your mama a whirl.

SLOW WALTZ:

It's for the new alarm system.

They need a feed from the switchboard

panel to the top of the vault - about here.

They'll take it from there.

OK? Where do you want to run it?

Through the ceiling.

You've got no problem.

That's just a cosmetic job. Yeah.

How do you like

my new cowboy boots?

HE LAUGHS:

I didn't know we paid you that much!

Ha-ha(!)

Is it going to be all right?

Looks OK.

Ow!

Oh, no.

WOMAN:
Box 103, please.

CASHIER:
Sign here.

Holy sh*t.

FOOTSTEPS:

(Nine.)

(Six.)

(46.)

(27...26. No.)

(26.)

TV:
And far beyond the most distant

of these planets in our solar system

are the myriads of bright stars,

gleaming like jewels from a velvet garden.

Like a careless scattering

of precious stones,

spilling from some vast

celestial strongroom,

the Milky Way

trails its treasure across...

TILL DINGS:

TV:
The Ancients, thousands of

years before the birth of Christ,

using only the naked eye,

could at first only worship

this display of constellations

as mythical gods and heroes.

Astronomers today

continue to use this tradition

to identify the 88 constellations

covering the sky.

Staff problems. My butler

won't polish 'em no more(!)

SHOP BELL RINGS:

Ah.

Well, well. Hello, sunshine.

Listen,

how are you fixed for a telescope?

A what?

You know what I mean - a telescope.

A telescope! Right.

Ah.

It will set you back 50 quid.

50 quid! Let's have a look.

What's it made of - gold?

I've got a fine pair of binoculars.

Ten quid to you.

No, thanks. I only need one eye.

Oh, taking up stargazing, are you?

Yeah. The Milky Way turns me on.

Know what I mean? Mm.

Here you go. Five of the best.

One, two, three, four, five.

Count 'em up. Ah.

See you in Sunday school, eh? Huh.

HE LAUGHS:

SHOP BELL RINGS:

A bloody telescope!

What you look through? Right.

That Sid Larkin

clobbered him good and proper.

50! 50?!

50. Paid up like it was 50p.

What's he into? Bird-watching?

No! Stargazing.

Telescope. What?

50 for a telescope.

A telescope?

Straight.

Had it from Sid.

Half a ton for a telescope.

You're joking?

Would I kid you?

Oi, Aussie.

50 quid? That's daylight robbery.

Everything's gone up, innit?

I mean, what's money these days?

Numbers. That's all.

Sid, you just made

a very profound observation.

Thanks.

May I help you, sir?

Yeah, I'd like a Big Mac...

large fries and a large Coke.

Anything else, sir? No, that's it.

DOORBELL RINGS:

Hey, Caroline...

Can you bring me a ketchup cup?

Sure. Tuppence, please.

Yeah, I know. Here you go.

Watch your step.

Goodbye, Mrs Wellam. Thank you.

If you're taking over,

I'll take an early lunch.

Pinky.

Yeah.

Er...I meant to talk to you

about my fan.

I mean at home, in the kitchen.

It's broken.

I thought that maybe one evening...

Sure. Why not?

All right. See you later.

PHONE RINGS:

Hello, Atlantic and Pacific Bank.

Can I help you?

Oh, hell, I'm out.

Pay you back after lunch? OK.

Could you repeat that, sir?

No, I don't speak Arabic.

Oh, I see, it's your name. I'm

sorry. Yes. How do you spell that?

S-A-I... D for Daddy?

I see. Sy-eed.

Right, sir. Where are you staying?

The Dorchester.

Hello, Pinky. Lovely day for it.

At least they fell

for the Yank's alibi. Yes.

And they will never expect us

to come back a second time.

Any luck? Listen...

You're working

with a big-time genius here.

I got 'em.

Marked them one through three.

No.1 is the right-hand guard dial.

No.2 is the left

and No.3 is the inside gate.

Great. Well done.

Any other news? Weekdays

they're tightening security.

How tight?

From Monday on they'll be around

every two hours.

Starting what time?

7.30. So if you're still set

on daylight it's a 5.30 kick-off.

Giving us two hours. Two hours?!

It's an hour 50 maximum.

And that's cutting it fine.

It'll be a shame to take the money!

SHOP OWNER:
Which type of plant?

That's...erm...

That is a pound.

Charlie and I will attend to

the division of the spoils.

Nobby Flowers and his lot will bag

and crate the hard stuff.

Young Clint will do

the lugging and wheeling.

Looks like you got it together.

After the carve-up

it'll be every man for himself.

Bagmen, middlers...

How do you want to pick up

your whack?

You won't see me.

I've got my alibi to think about.

I'll have a car parked,

corner of Swan Street.

Clint can dump mine in the trunk.

Good. We'll wrap it carefully

so there's no slip-up.

When it comes to money?!

What would you do

if you made a real killing?

Depends how big.

I don't know. Say five grand.

FOXY LAUGHS:

I'd make myself really mobile.

Dump the Mini and get

something with class?

Your mom wanted a...convertible?

Forget my mum. A van.

Big. Roomy.

Blue and white shutters on the side.

You know what I mean?

Proper service counter.

Hotplate, fridge, cooker. The lot.

"Fred Fox" painted along the side.

Proper sign writing:

"Hygienic hot meals and beverages."

Nothing flash. You know, smart.

In my game, mobility's the answer.

Out and about, chasing it. Right?

You got it.

What?

You got it.

Come on.

Can you trust him?

I got no option.

There's no way out.

They had me boxed in from the start.

That gunner, he's always there.

Don't kid yourself. With this one

we're going to put our feet up.

See, Wednesday, you rent a car.

Right.

On Thursday afternoon,

you park it on Swan Street.

Put a Daily Mirror on the

driver's side of the dash,

and the key to the

trunk in the ashtray.

You got me? At six o'clock

you walk around the block.

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