Buster Page #3

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I wouldn't try and cross them.

Fellas like them, with cash

like that, can be a bit edgy.

Know what I mean?

Thanks, darlin'.

(That's Daddy!)

Give us a kiss. Missed your daddy?

June!

What do you think of your clever

old man then, eh?

Law's gonna come after you, Son.

I got the whole thing planned.

Like June's pregnancy?

Look, ain't no-one gonna touch us

now, Mum. We're gonna see the world.

Besides, the heat'll be off

in a few weeks.

You're riding for a fall, Buster.

Don't you take my daughter

and granddaughter down with you.

Yeah, all right.

Yeah, poppet.

Fancy a nice holiday then?

Let's get the bags.

'Where are we going?'

'Shepperton - nice little semi.'

You'll like it there.

Buster, I've got something

to tell you.

What?

I've lost the baby.

Sorry to keep you waiting, boys.

The jury's only just retired.

Why ain't you answered our calls?

I wanted to be sure my friend had

done his job clearing up the farm.

And has he?

Not as yet, no.

You f***ing...!

You should never have

left the farm early.

So when will he be here?

Have you been careless

with your prints?

We paid you

to get that place cleaned!

He will be there this afternoon.

Tomorrow at the latest.

We can't wait that long.

You have been careless

with your prints, haven't you?

Let's burn the bleeder down.

We'll have to get back down there!

RADIO:
'... He's been bowling

some very unpleasant balls

'from the Vauxhall end

and bouncing it a bit.'

'...23 balls on the West Indies

innings.

'He's going to bowl

to Ken Barrington...'

'We're going back to Broadcasting

House for a newsflash.'

'Police investigating

the Great Train Robbery have

found the robbers' hideout.'

'It is Leatherslade Farm

near the village of Oakley

in Buckinghamshire.'

'Det Supt Fewtrell said

this afternoon

'"The place is one big clue."'

That's it. We're nicked.

They won't find anything

there to connect to us.

We're all in safe houses,

aren't we?

"The place is one big clue."

What the hell does that mean?

Prints, probably.

We were all wearing gloves.

We should burn the bleeder down.

Don't be crazy, Harry. That place'll

be swarming with the law.

And journalists - we're famous now.

More popular than Christine Keeler

and The Beatles.

Great(!)

Anyone got two bob for the bill?

Are you sure you won't

have a drink, Poyser?

I'm sorry, sir. I don't drink.

The robbery was over a month ago.

As conventional police tactics

haven't unearthed

Reynolds or Edwards...

it might help your career

if you were to start drinking.

Scotch and soda please, Cooper.

We've picked up four of them.

We'll get the lot eventually.

Eventually is not good enough.

This is a crime against the very

structure of our society.

We know the men in most cases, sir.

All the more reason why they should

be under lock and key.

You see, Mr Poyser, we cannot afford

for the British public

to take the side of burglars...

against the forces

of law and justice.

I hardly think that's likely,

Sir James.

Oh, indeed!

So nobody in Scotland Yard

reads the papers any more?

Fleet Street drivel! Nobody

believes this Robin Hood nonsense.

Really? Then it may come

as a surprise to you...

to know that the very same people

who read "Fleet Street drivel"

also have the vote.

Regrettable perhaps,

but a fact of political life.

It'll take a couple of weeks

at the most, sir.

Ten days, tops, sir.

"And they're off!"

"A great level start

right across the course..."

Let's try next door.

DOORBELL RINGS:

TV COMMENTARY CONTINUES

He's shut the door, Mum!

David, go round the back

and knock on the window.

And tell the man to answer the door.

My mum says open the door!

Piss off before I do you!

Mum...!

Hello!

You're Mr Green, aren't you?

Yes, yes, I am.

I'm so sorry to trouble you, but

I've locked myself out next door.

Oh!

I'm Linda Simpson.

This is Susan and David.

You've got a little girl,

haven't you?

Might have. Yeah, we have, yeah.

Nicky, isn't it?

I don't like to ask -

but my husband's away on business.

He's a management consultant.

You want a lift up, or something?

Have you got a ladder?

Bloody neighbours!

Oh no!

(What are you doing?!)

Hello, Mrs Green.

This must be Nicky.

This is Susan and David.

Your husband has agreed to help me.

I locked myself out.

I was so looking forward

to meeting our new neighbours.

Give it back, David!

SIRENS BLARE:

Ronald Edwards!

The house is completely surrounded!

Come out

and give yourself up quietly!

Gone?

What do you mean, gone?

We missed 'em

by about half an hour, sir.

I can't release that

in a press statement, Mitchell.

And it won't do anything for

the Commissioner's health either.

We think they're on their own patch.

They'll feel safer in South London.

I don't want theories.

I want these men locked up!

We've caught eight of the bastards.

They'll soon start squealing.

Oh, come on, Inspector.

You read the newspapers.

Since those pictures of Edwards

and Reynolds have appeared,

they've become

proper little folk heroes.

I've known Edwards

for a few years now, sir.

I can get the word out

this morning if you like.

No, Jack!

No deals! Not on this one.

I want those bastards

nailed to the floor.

And so do you.

Your neck's on the line, too.

Right, they're all sorted

and labelled. Think you can manage?

I think so.

Who's this Albert Stapleton, then?

He's the bloke arranging

the transfer to Swiss francs.

Yeah, I've heard of him.

He's a wanker.

He came very highly recommended.

You must be crazy.

You should be in Switzerland.

It's the only way you can be sure

you're not being taken for a ride.

I ain't been outside this house

for six months, Jimmy!

By the way, who is

the Prime Minister these days?

Tell me about this lot.

That one is yours.

This is for the rent on this place.

And this is for Keith.

He's trying to find somewhere abroad

for us. Any news on them passports?

The regular forgers won't touch it.

The law's turned them all over.

Hello, Sally.

Didn't know you wore glasses.

I take 'em off

for the customers, Sergeant.

We heard as you were seeing

this Great Train Robber.

Buster Edwards? Here?

You must be joking!

Everyone knows about him and June.

Hello, Harry!

You hid any of that two and a half

million quid up there?

I don't know how to do it.

I never had a garden before.

I never had a beard before,

but I ain't bellyaching.

All right, Buster. You weed

the garden, I'll weed your beard.

Just do something, you old ratbag.

I don't know what to do!

I might be digging up

a 50-year-old dehydrangea.

If it's 50 years old

it'll probably need digging up!

Well, I can't do it.

"Britain's most wanted criminal was

arrested while weeding the garden!"

We can't have a gardener in.

And if we don't do something

we'll have the neighbours round.

Mmmm.

Shall I ring Jimmy?

No. We can't ask him to do

everything. I'll think of something.

Right.

Hello, Harry.

Hello, Mr Mitchell.

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