Brighton Rock Page #3

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of Kite's boys killed my Fred?

I don't know that, Ida. Neither do you.

All you can do is walk away,

that's what I'm saying.

Walk away, Ida, for Christ's sake!

You're frightened, Phil.

I ain't frightened of a kid.

Kid? What kid?

- Who's been asking questions?

- Ida Arnold, Pinkie. She runs Snows.

She said Fred Hale

was a gentleman friend.

What did you tell her?

I told her

I'd never seen Fred Hale before.

I don't think I should go back to Snows.

No, course you go back.

If you quit Snows now, it'll look bad.

Besides, Fred Hale died natural.

You said he was mixed up with a mob.

Come on!

Stop blabbing your mouth off.

If you keep blabbing your mouth off,

I...

There's geezers who'll come after you.

I'm trying to help you.

- Why can't you understand that?

- I do!

If it wasn't for you...

I trust you, Pinkie, honestly, I do.

I wouldn't trust anyone that far.

Scared?

Not when I'm with you.

'After youth riots up and down

the southeast coast of England,

'residents and shopkeepers in Brighton

'are warned that police anticipate

a weekend of violence,

'as scooter-riding Mods

clash with rival gangs of Rockers.

'BBC Radio... '

Spot of bother, Spicer?

You're clearing out.

I thought the filth had got you.

- I thought...

- You thought what?

I didn't know what to think.

Why didn't you bring me

Rose's message?

I come looking for you

as soon as she called.

I saw two plainclothes coppers

pick you up outside the Cosmopolitan.

You're too old for this life, Spicer.

This life?

This racket.

You get nervous, you drink too much...

...and then you mess things up.

First with the photo,

then on the blower to Rose.

- Now she thinks we're pals.

- You should have dealt with Rose.

I told you time and time again,

no b*tch is safe.

Not with you about.

It ain't my fault, Pinkie.

I can't take the strain.

So I thought I'd... go on holiday.

Just go somewhere.

Retire.

You're not going anywhere.

You're staying right here

where I can keep an eye on you.

You got me wrong, Pinkie!

Why, if I was gonna rat on you

I'd have done it by now.

- You don't want to be threatening me.

- What do you want, Spicer?

You wanna run this mob,

you gotta buy me out.

- Or?

- I talk.

You talk, we'll hang.

I never touched Fred Hale, Pinkie.

There's a little pub up north.

In Nottingham.

The Blue Anchor.

I've looked into it.

She serves a lovely pint.

All I need is my cut.

I worked my whole life for this racket.

I deserve a slice of it.

You can trust me, Pinkie.

You gotta trust me.

The way I see it, you got no choice.

You're right, Spicer.

I've got no choice.

I wanna talk to Mr Colleoni.

Tell him it's Mr Brown.

I've been thinking things over,

Mr Colleoni.

I wanna accept your offer

of a joint operation.

The thing is... certain people

are a liability, Mr Colleoni.

To all of us.

You have your boys

wait under the Palace Pier.

I'll give the signal,

hand him a stick of rock.

Something to remember Brighton by.

Mr Colleoni?

I wouldn't trust Dallow or Cubitt

with this.

They're too tasty.

But I might as well tell you,

I'm making peace with Colleoni.

I'm all for peace, I always have been.

That's what I'm gonna arrange.

A peace that lasts.

You can't get me out of Brighton

a moment too soon, Pinkie.

First we'll meet Colleoni's boys,

then you get your cut.

Very generous, Pinkie.

Why, it would be an honour.

I always said Kite was right

to take you on.

You ought to see that pub.

You'd be welcome.

Nottingham's a fine town,

the air's fine,

and you couldn't ask for a better bitter

than the Blue Anchor's.

Oh, I forgot you don't drink.

Still, you'd always be welcome, Pinkie.

Well, this is it.

Goodbye, Spicer.

Well, what about Colleoni?

Aren't you and I gonna...

We are the Mods! We are the Mods!

We are, we are the Mods!

Here, a little souvenir

to remember Brighton by.

Pinkie!

Help me!

- No, it's him. It's not me, it's him.

- Pinkie!

It's him. Get off!

C*nts!

Hail Mary, full of grace...

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee...

I offered him a partnership.

Fair and square.

I bring him Frank Spicer

and he done him in just as we agreed.

Only he tried to do me in, too.

Just when the bogeys

had their hands full.

Rose!

- You'd better go before she finds you.

- There isn't time to pray.

Not properly.

- Not when they mean to murder you.

- I won't let them get you.

You can trust me... Pinkie.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Rose?

I was just looking for the mop,

Miss Arnold.

In the dark?

You stay away from us, you old b*tch.

Oh, f*** me.

- What happened to Spicer?

- It was Colleoni.

They waited till the fighting started,

then they got Spicer on the front.

They nearly got me too.

But Spicer's in his room.

I heard him just now.

Come back for your precious booze,

Spicer?

I thought you were dead, Pinkie.

You must have heard me when you come in.

You weren't going to clear out without

saying goodbye, were you, Spicer?

Without letting me know you're alive?

I got away.

Don't forget your going-away present,

Spicer.

I came as soon as I could, Ida.

I'm so sorry, love.

Never thought I'd live in fear

of anything.

Except the atom bomb, of course.

Certainly not a bunch of kids.

One kid.

You've had a fright, Ida.

Still...

- It's all over now.

- It's not over, Phil.

It's not over by a long chalk.

You let me in this flat, Rose Wilson.

What happened that day on the pier,

Rose?

Come on. You can talk to me.

There's no need to be scared,

not about boys.

I'm not scared.

Course you're not. You're sweet on him.

- You poor fool.

- What would you know?

You're throwing your life away.

Rose?

You've got to go.

Listen, I threw Fred Hale to the wolves.

I'm not gonna do the same thing to you.

Please.

Come on, Rose. You can talk to me.

I can't. I don't...

Rose?

There'll be other boys, sweetheart.

Believe me, I should know.

It's a good world if you don't weaken.

Rose!

Please go.

Your boy's a murderer, Rose.

I don't have any proof yet,

but I think you do.

I've got nothing.

I think you know more

than you're letting on.

Either you talk to the police

or you're an accessory after the fact.

Do you understand what that means?

That means if they hang him,

they'll hang you too.

- Pinkie's not a murderer.

- Pinkie!

So that's his name.

Now you tell that to the police

if you want to keep your job.

- I don't.

- Course you do, you silly girl.

You can stuff your job.

Rose!

You don't care what happens to me.

And you think he does?

"Pinkie. "

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women and

blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners now

and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace...

'... that the riots up and down

the southeast coast

'would make it impossible

to repeal capital punishment

'in this country at this time.

'In such a state of current lawlessness,

the Opposition Leader went on to say,

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