Brighton Rock Page #4

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'the death penalty represented civilised

society's last line of defence. '

- It won't wash. Not with the filth.

- It'll wash, all right.

I nflammation of the throat

is what happens when you drown.

There's two tanks of booze

in Spicer's bloodstream

and a suicide note in his pocket.

And no-one can say any different.

Not even you, Cubitt.

I want out, Pinkie.

You took a stiff for a drive

down the coast.

That makes you an accessory.

Both of you.

You told me he was killed.

Not here. Wait until we're alone.

By Colleoni's mob.

So what? What's got you?

I said, what's got you?

I want you to tell me the truth, Pinkie.

Two teas, please.

What a night, eh?

You're better off in here.

Do it if you're gonna do it.

Do what?

You know what.

There's two men dead, Pinkie.

Somehow you're mixed up in it.

If you'd only trust me.

Why won't you trust me, Pinkie?

- Let go of me! I'll scream!

- You're a good girl, Rose.

I don't wanna be good!

You're good and I'm bad.

- We're made for each other.

- Do you mean it, Pinkie?

Course I do.

- That we're made for each other?

- I said so, didn't I?

Do you know what this means?

It means you'll never fink on me, Rose.

It means I'll never let you down.

Never, never, never.

What do you get out of this?

A life.

Be careful, Pinkie.

He gets moods.

I thought maybe...

We don't want your money.

- Take it or leave it.

- Will you get out of here?

We don't want no truck with you. Never!

I couldn't let Rose go.

Not to a complete stranger.

Not for 100 guineas.

How do I know you'd treat her right?

- She's too young.

- Not with your consent.

- You've had my final offer.

- You can't do nothing without my say-so.

- Yeah, well, I'm not all that keen.

- 175.

- I'll be seeing you.

- 150.

You'll have to sign this.

It's the letter of consent.

Give me that.

You gonna pull out, kid?

Am I the only one in this outfit

with any brains?

Rose Wilson has hands on the lever

to the trapdoor.

One word from her and we'll swing.

But you're a gent, though, Pinkie.

Others would have done things

differently, but not you.

That girl's

only alive cos you got heart.

Don't be a mug.

I'm buying time, that's all.

Sure, Pinkie.

Where you been? You're late.

Excuse me.

I was late because I went to church.

To ask forgiveness.

You gotta understand...

...this isn't a real ceremony.

Not like when a priest says it.

This is sin, Rose. Mortal sin.

It will be no good going to a church

ever again.

Therefore if any man

can show any just cause

why they may not be lawfully joined,

let him now speak

or forever hold his peace.

If the witnesses would come forward

for the exchange of vows.

The ring.

- No ring?

- This ain't a church.

"Restless youth,

the ravaged and disputed territory...

"... between the two eternities. "

That's poetry.

Rose Wilson needs protection.

Whatever you may think I am,

Miss Arnold,

I'm a legitimate businessman.

Whatever you may think I am,

Mr Colleoni,

I'm no Brighton lady here on holiday,

three-sheets to the wind,

looking for nothing better to do

than to have my palm read

and dabble in a spot

of amateur detection.

Pinkie Brown killed a man.

And he's going to be punished for it.

An eye for an eye.

He's gonna suffer.

I don't care how much it costs.

With all due respect, Pinkie Brown

is like any other angry young man.

Give him enough rope...

Putting Rose Wilson in the witness box

is the only legal way

we'll get rid of Pinkie Brown.

And he knows it,

and that puts that girl in...

...in the most grave danger.

Can we get one of those as a souvenir?

They don't cost much.

Don't be soft.

What's the point in that?

If you don't want me,

why don't you just leave me alone?

- What do you want me for?

- Jesus Christ!

I'd rather drown.

You can have your record.

All right?

I said you can have your record.

I'm sorry, Pinkie.

I don't know what come over me.

What do you want me to say?

Anything.

Say something to me.

All right.

You've asked me to make a record

in my voice.

Well, here it is.

What you want me to say is...

..."I love you".

But I don't.

I hate you.

I hate the way you look.

I hate the way you talk.

I hate everything about you.

You make me sick.

Goddamn you, you little b*tch,

why don't you go back from wherever

you came from and leave me alone?

We don't even have a record player.

Don't touch me!

If you f***ing touch me,

I'll carve your f***ing face.

Where is he?

- I asked for Colleoni.

- Mr Colleoni's occupied.

Occupied? That's a nice word.

- Occupied.

- You're drunk.

If you're looking for a job, forget it.

What possible use could one

of Pinkie's boys be to Mr Colleoni?

If you don't mind,

- let's discuss this...

- Let's discuss it here.

- Run along, Phil. This is woman's work.

- I don't like this, Ida.

You don't have to like it.

You just have to let me get on with it.

Look, I'll be in the bar.

You need me, you know where I am.

...I wanna see him now.

- He's with me.

Couldn't help hearing just now...

You know Pinkie.

- Pinkie?

- Yeah.

- And you're a friend of...

- Pinkie's, yeah.

- Are you thirsty?

- Yeah, that's it. Thirsty.

- Whisky, sweetheart?

- Whisky.

Could we have a couple of whiskies,

please? Make that large.

- Take it or leave it.

- I'll tidy the place up tomorrow.

Don't touch anything.

And for Christ's sake take that hat off.

Well, you're staying, aren't you?

You're scared.

- Aren't you?

- Me?

Poor old Spicer.

You know, I can't see a stick

of Brighton rock without thinking...

Carving's different.

But Pinkie... he stops at nothing.

Now, getting married...

- Married? Who's getting married?

- Pinkie, of course.

Who to? Not the girl from Snows?

- Yeah, of course.

- Oh...

Oh, the fool.

He's no fool.

No, he knows what's good for him.

If she chose to say a thing or two...

How did you know?

I want some air.

- It's stuffy in here.

- Don't rush off. Have another whisky.

It's the central heating, you know.

It's not healthy.

- Come on, sit next to me.

- I can only apologise.

How much is it? There you go.

Pinkie's lot. Where can I find them?

"I love you, Pinkie.

"I don't care what you do.

I love you forever.

"Wherever you go, I go too. "

Hi, kid.

You got a visitor.

- Who?

- Your mum.

You? They said my mother was here.

Yeah, well,

I had to tell them something, didn't I?

- I'll get Pinkie.

- Yeah, get him.

I want a word with your Pinkie.

- I don't let no-one bother Pinkie.

- He'll have plenty to bother him soon.

He killed Frank Spicer.

I know.

- I know everything.

- Do you?

Do you know that your precious Pinkie

battered Fred Hale to death?

He choked Frank Spicer to death

with a stick of Brighton rock.

- I need you to give evidence.

- Stay away from me.

You're next in line, Rose.

No.

Spicer knew about Hale,

so Pinkie killed him.

You know about Hale and Spicer,

so why won't he kill you too?

- He loves me.

- He doesn't.

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