Buster Page #2

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Not too fast!

It's unlucky working with another

firm. There's bound to be arguments.

Let's do the trial run first

and see if it works.

If it doesn't,

I call George the next day.

I still say he's an arsehole.

Right, gentlemen, here we all are.

As last Friday's fiasco

showed us, we're still

in need of a little work.

So I've asked George and his firm

to come and show how they'll stop

the train.

Some of you lot tried nicking stuff

from a train before.

Didn't work, did it?

Get on with it!

This is what you do.

I'll be up on the gantry.

When Bruce gives me the word,

I'll cover the green lights like so.

Then I connect the battery

to the red light.

Presto!

How you get the train from the

gantry to the bridge - is up to you.

F***ing push it, if we have to.

No need for that, Harry.

Everything's all been taken care of.

We'll have two army jeeps

and an army truck parked

under a bridge just up the line.

The roads are usually deserted.

However, just in case...

..we'll wear army fatigues, as

there's an army base in the area.

We'll pass the bags from the train

down the embankment

to where they'll be loaded...

CRASH:

..into the truck.

The real problem,

as George pointed out,

is how to get the train

from the stopping point...

to the bridge.

Fortunately, Ronnie's come up

with the perfect feller.

Old Walter - used to be

a train driver for forty years.

What's he been up to this time?

He never says, you know that.

You're not like this usually.

It's something big.

He's on about this dream

all the time. About how

we're gonna be rich.

I dunno, I just don't understand it.

What's he after this time?

The Crown Jewels?

Mum, I'm scared.

He's gonna try something silly

and get hisself nicked!

June. He's a lucky thief. He's only

ever been inside for two weeks.

He's been careful.

He's only done London jobs.

God knows where he's off to now.

It's that Bruce's fault.

He's been the one getting at Buster.

You'll just have to talk to him.

I've tried talking to him

until I'm blue in the face.

He just watches the telly. Or he

gets cross and goes to the pub.

Keeps telling me

he's doing it for me.

What about the baby?

Oh, he provides for it all right.

He's nicked stuff

from every Mothercare in London.

I mean does he want it?

He didn't get no receipt

so he can't take the clobber back.

Oh!

June... June, what is it?

June?!

You are sure about

this old geezer, Ronnie?

Leave off! He's been a train driver

for 40 years!

He's on a British Railways

pension of 3 a week.

He'd drive a rocket for ten grand!

Jesus Christ! He thinks

he's going on holiday!

Bye, love!

SHE GASPS:

The ambulance will be here

in a minute.

Are you all right?

Oh, I wish Buster was here.

Some bleeding hope!

Now just breathe in hard

and try not to think about him.

Yeah.

Oh, Mum! Christ!

There's a good girl.

Mum, honest, Buster'd be just

as worried if he was here.

Where the hell is he? He should be

with his wife at a time like this!

You're five months gone. Anything

could be happening in there.

He's working, Mum.

Of course he is.

Proper little breadwinner, he is.

Oh, no! It's starting again!

You'll be all right, June.

We'll manage by ourselves.

We did last time.

Yeah, I was only

eight weeks gone last time.

BREATHES DEEPLY:

All right, hang on. Hang on.

Oh, Jesus! I'm losing it, Mum!

RADIO:
'One of the chief witnesses

in the trial of Dr Stephen Ward

'has admitted perjuring herself.'

Today, President Kennedy and his

wife Jacqueline

'attended the funeral

of their infant son Patrick.'

Where are your gloves?

In me pocket.

Gloves.

Sssh.

'Rain and fog at first.

Cloudy but brighter later.

Maximum temperature 68 degrees.'

No shooters!

Get rid of it.

Tut, tut, tut!

Got that last clue yet?

Come on, move it! Move it!

Go!

Come on, come on! Move up here!

One minute!

Everybody ready?

Ready.

It's coming. I'm on my way.

TRAIN WHISTLE:

Jesus Christ! It's worked!

Walter!

Right, old man,

let's get this thing moving.

WALTER:
Anyone got a light?

Right, let's see. Where's

the vacuum? Oh, here we are!

Nothing.

Nothing new, eh?

HARRY:
Sh*t, come on!

I can't get the vacuum!

I'll shove it up your arse!

I told Ronnie

I'd never driven a diesel!

If you don't get

this thing moving in 30 seconds,

you and him are six feet under.

I only worked in a shunting yard.

Get the other driver in here!

I'll get the hang of it

in a few minutes.

Get this thing moving!

Go!

Get under the ledge!

Under the ledge!

Half a dozen stamps

and two premium bonds, please.

Get 'em out the back!

HARRY:
Come on, come on, let's go!

BUSTER:
That one's mine, Harry!

Jesus Christ! Look at it!

Bleeding look at it!

What a birthday!

What a bleeding birthday present!

What's this lot?

Scottish notes!

Anyone want these? No. Send it back!

Happy birthday, Harold!

ALL:
Happy birthday!

Here's your cup of tea. Sit up.

Drink it while it's hot.

It'll do you good.

Thanks, Mum.

You read about that robbery?

It's all over the wireless.

Hmm, some cheek, eh?

Takes a bit of nerve though.

Still, a million quid!

"Biggest ever mail robbery."

What I could do

with a million quid!

Dream come true, that is.

Oh no, June!

Buster's not on this one!

Dream come true, Mum.

You said it yourself.

This one says it was 30 masked men.

How many in the Express, Ronnie?

This says 30 an' all.

If I was one of them

bastards on the train,

I'd think there was 30 of us, too.

The Telegraph's got a good report.

Everyone read it?

I wonder if they'll ever admit

how much we did nick?

If the reward is one per cent,

it'll be twenty-five grand.

That'll set a few tongues wagging.

Not here it won't. We're solid.

The Old Bill thinks we're still

within 30 miles of the train.

It's a bluff.

They got nothing to go on.

RADIO:
'Police today announced

that army vehicles were used...'

Ron, your gloves!

I'm not the only one, Bruce.

'The total is believed

to be in the region of two million,

'six hundred thousand...'

Whose go is it?

It's my go.

'The search for the hideout used

by the gang will include checks on

all farms and outlying property...

'in a radius of 30 miles

from the location of the robbery

at Seers Crossing.'

We should get back to London.

Who asked you, arsehole?

If we leave now

someone'll get picked up.

We've all got alibis

and safe houses.

And 150,000 in a suitcase. How

are you going to explain that lot?

If the law knows

we're in a 30-mile radius,

they could be here before Sunday.

There's no point

in sitting on our arses

waiting for them to find us!

Right. We'll go.

I'll get Fairclough to send

the dustmen in to clean this place.

Mr Fairclough.

What's wrong with the phone?

My friends want to leave.

Supposed to stay till Sunday.

They want to get back to London.

That's their lookout.

They want you to get the dustmen

down there today.

I can't at such short notice.

It's what you're being paid for.

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