A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square Page #4

When the paper has gone,

that means my cut's in the trunk

along with the shovel.

And you're off. Where to?

I'm getting to that. Stay cool.

You bury it.

What? Dig a hole?

Yeah, that's right.

That reminds me, you got to

pick up a length of drainpipe.

Couple of bung ends.

To make it watertight.

I don't want to come back

and find it's rotted!

What about my five grand?

Take it off then. Off the top.

Remember the job I did for the

Vice President? That's the place.

Don't worry. The house is closed up.

How do you know?

The manager told me.

You gotta take a right-hand turn

off the road.

Lug my haul 100 yards into the woods

till you come to a big tree.

Used to be like this. Split in the

middle. This half's fallen down.

You bury it right in the crotch.

Follow your natural instincts!

ENGINE STARTS:

Miss Pelham, please.

Hello. Miss Pelham?

Yeah, it's me, Pinky.

I'm running late but I'll be

over your place about six, huh?

Yeah. Fix that fan of yours.

Right.

Oh, no. It's no trouble at all.

See you.

Here we are.

And all unloaded, right?

ALL:
Right.

Evening.

I just got to pick up my tool bag.

Evening, Edna. How are you doing?

Not too bad, thank you.

Night, everybody.

Have a nice weekend, Pinky.

Hold it. Pinky's leaving.

Ah, sh*t.

ENGINE STARTS:

What are you after? A medal?

PINKY LAUGHS Paying my dues

is a principle of mine.

Time for a jar? No. I was due over

at Miss Horny Pelham's around six.

See if I can get my rocks off!

HORN BEEPS:

Check your watches.

We have...

91 minutes. Even if we have to

leave the Crown Jewels behind,

be back at 7.25. ALL: Right.

Hello.

Well, hello there.

Cowboy.

Nice little place you got here.

Thank you.

Nice little job I got there.

We're in business.

Oh...

Lovely!

Charlie!

MECHANICAL WHIRRING

18-carat. Mm-hm.

Fabber-gay. Faberge.

I suppose you want to get at it,

don't you?

Like they say, first things first.

Makes sense.

Yeah, I'm a sensible guy.

This way.

Cowboy.

This way, please.

Speed it up, Charlie.

Cowboy.

PINKY GIGGLES:

Start moving the Krugers.

These weigh a ton!

I'll wheel this lot out, then.

Hold it a minute.

PHONE NUMBER IS DIALLED

What's your game?!

Did you phone the cops?

Bloody Dial-a-disc!

You gormless git!

Come on! Get moving. Get out.

Get on your arse. Tape him.

They'll be looking for him.

Eight minutes.

Come with me. Get going.

Come on, Stan. Two more upstairs.

Ten? Quarter past?

OK. I'll go straight there.

Don't forget Daph's scarf...

SHE GASPS:

Downstairs, and don't make a noise.

Five minutes

and we'll be getting out.

Stay with them till we shout.

Please don't! Jeez!

Get the sacks upstairs.

Here, cop this.

Give it here.

Come on. Speed it up.

Now into the van.

COINS SPILL OU Leave it! Get going!

Listen, cowboy, I hate to rush you

but I promised I'd be on time. OK?

HE GIGGLES:

CHEERING:

Er, thanks for coming over.

It was nice.

Listen, it was terrific.

Maybe I'll see you again

when my fan needs fixing.

Yeah. It's a deal?

Right.

ENGINE STARTS:

What an alibi.

SIRENS BLARE:

CHEERING:

SIRENS BLARE:

# A nightingale sang

in Berkeley Square

# I know 'cause I was there

# That night in Berkeley Square... #

Same again, please. Whisky?

Yeah.

Make it a double. Saves time.

What price are Krugerrands today?

Financial Times quote is 234.

234? Yeah.

LAUGHTER:

FUNKY MUSIC CONTINUES

Five...Six...Eight. 800,000.

That's the paper money.

There are nine cases of Krugers.

Split six between the assault group,

including me and Pinky.

Right. Pinky won't miss the odd one.

Charlie, there's a venal streak

in you. It depresses me.

A whack's a whack. Right?

ALL:
Right.

The other three

to the support group.

The hard stuff split as agreed

when the appraiser's

finished with it.

The whole whack should come

to 15 million.

30 million. Happy?

ALL:
Wahey!

Right.

That's the rest of Pinky's whack.

God!

Oh, and don't forget.

The spade goes with it.

Go on, I've got that.

OK?

All right.

89 boxes open. All empty, sir.

Bloody hell.

They left one thing behind.

Worth more than your pension,

Inspector(!)

My 5,000.

Five...one...

SIREN BLARES:

REPORTER:
Can you tell us anything?

HECKLING:

WATFORD:
Go away, will you?

FUNKY MUSIC CONTINUES

RADIO:
LBC Headlines. The news.

A flash:
Scotland Yard

have confirmed a robbery

at an American bank in the West End.

Details as they come in.

Stay tuned to LBC,

where news comes first.

You know something?

I feel like celebrating.

DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE

BELL RINGS THE TIME

SIREN BLARES:

Hello. Pinky?

Yeah. Fox!

You and your goddamn pipe!

What do you mean?

There was loads of it.

The boot was full of it.

I made other arrangements.

Is it cool?

It should be. Six foot under.

Safe as houses!

Under a coffin. What?!

A coffin. What you put stiffs in.

Jesus Christ.

SIRENS BLARE:

I want to know about anything unusual

that's happened in the last 24 hours.

And all the cars... ..Morning.

All the cars parked in the yard

at the back of the bank. All right?

I'll come back to you.

Sandy, what's the score?

The score, sir,

is 4 million in cash.

4 million?! In CASH, sir.

And about eight, or thereabouts,

in gold and jewellery.

More, of course, if the owners of

the deposit boxes tell the truth.

Highly unlikely.

12 million?!

This must be the biggest ever.

Makes the Great Train Robbery

look like petty theft.

Any leads?

No. No leads, sir. Nothing at all.

Not a sausage.

Go home, Sandy. Grab some kip.

Don't tempt me, sir. Sir?

Parking ticket?

Issued yesterday.

Ford Granada.

Parked in the yard

in the back there.

SIREN BLARES:

TYRES SCREECH:

DOORBELL RINGS:

Lucius Percival Green.

Yeah. 16 previous for a start.

What?

Convictions, sonny.

So I got a record. So what?

Why do you pay your parking tickets

so promptly?

You paid

half an hour after you got it.

Villains don't do things like that.

I pay my debts to society.

It's a principle of mine.

I pay my dues.

What were you doing last night?

Last night?

Last night.

What time?

Well,

let's say between six and eight.

I was over at 187 Crawford Court.

Chelsea. At the apartment

of Miss Sonia Pelham,

fixing the fan over her stove.

She's the bank manager's ASSISTANT.

Why don't you call her up?

I don't want to.

Great(!)

This is very nice.

Must have cost you a bob or two,

didn't it?

No, it was a birthday present. Like

watching the sky at night, do you?

Yeah, definitely.

Or the birds during the daytime?

Come on, it's a hobby of mine.

You know, Venus, Mars, Jupiter,

the Big Dipper, the Milky Way.

Yes, all right. The whole schmear.

Tell me about these numbers.

Or these.

I don't know.

What are they, telephone numbers?

We found them in your jacket.

Your other jacket.

Hell, it's not even my handwriting.

Planted on you, were they?

Must have been. What would I want

with a bunch of telephone numbers?

What would you want...

with a bunch of travel brochures?

Planning a holiday, were you?

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