Hue and Cry Page #4

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You come with me.

- (Shouts) Here it is!

- (Boys) Hurray!

(Joe) Good oId Roy!

(Excited shouting)

(Grunts)

- What's up?

- It's stiff.

(Both grunt)

(Panting)

It's no use.

We'd better find another one.

It's aII right, AIec.

We'II get out, won't we Joe?

What?

Oh, sure.

Come on.

I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't!

- It won't be for Iong, AIec.

- I can't!

I can't, I can't!

(Crying) I can't, I can't!

(Chatter)

Shut up, aII of you!

(Shouting dies down)

- Let's have a go at it.

- It's no use.

(Radio) 'FY caIIing 12A.

'Oxford Circus, vicinity of Ritchie's.

'Number of boys seen '

Cor, fresh air.

My mum didn't haIf go off the deep end.

I toId my oId man I rescued a kid from the

canaI.

- Did he beIieve you?

- Dunno. He cIouted me.

They can't send me to borstaI,

I'm too young.

Oh, shut up. Nobody is going to borstaI.

Break into a West End store,

beat up the watchman,

tie down the cops

and expect to get away with it?

- Don't make me Iaugh.

- How're they going to know?

Don't take any notice, Joe.

Them coppers wasn't after us,

they was after the crooks.

- Then why didn't the crooks turn up?

- Joe!

Joe!

There's a coupIe of coppers

standing round by the ruins.

I did, I see 'em!

What did I teII you?

Come on, I'm getting out of here quick.

Where's that water?

- You going, Roy? Where you going?

- Any pIace'd be heaIthier than here.

- Why don't they come here and get us, eh?

- Figure that out for yourseIf.

That CamberweII paI of yours is a nark.

- He knows about the ruins, don't he?

- The dirty IittIe rat.

- What are we going to do?

- (Mimics CIarry) What are we going to do?

If we couId find them crooks...

Or maybe we ought to go to the poIice.

Shove it down there, Dicky.

- Out of the way.

- Who you shoving?

Take your fancy ideas somewhere eIse.

(Shouting and cIamouring)

(CIarry) Hit him!

Come on, Joe!

Hit him, Joe!

Dicky, you bring that bowI back,

this minute.

Go on, bash him, bash him!

BIimey, Iook who's here!

Norman the nark!

(Norman) Joe!

Hey, feIIers, turn it up!

Joe!

- Norman! What's up?

- I've got a cIue. I've seen WiIkinson.

- You have?

- Yeah.

- My boss wanted the story earIy.

- Did you get it?

- Lap it up.

- No.

WiIkinson says he posted it Iast night,

he aIways puts it in the post on Sundays.

- (Joe) So what?

- We don't ever get it before Tuesday.

- Are you sure of that, Norman?

- Course.

Miss Davis opens it

and I take it to the oId man.

- Miss Davis. Does she open aII Ietters?

- Yes, but she's aII right.

- Not so fast...

- It can't be her.

- Is she good-Iooking?

- She's a smasher.

'Ere, come off it.

What's the idea?

- I swear...

- How do you reckon she works it?

Supposing she puts the story

in her pocket first thing Monday.

She can take it home, muck it about

and send it back by Iast post.

I'II bet ya that's it!

- That dirty, doubIe crossing...

- Now we've got to get some evidence.

He's off again.

It's our big chance, AIec.

If we can find them crooks,

we don't have to worry.

- Where does this bird Iive, Norman?

- Hampstead way somewhere.

- I'II try and find out.

- Might make her suspicious.

- We'II traiI her.

- Six o'cIock tomorrow.

- Yeah.

- Biggest Ioad of buII I've ever heard.

Poor oId Roy.

He don't finish work untiI seven.

- Coming on my bus, Miss Davis?

- Yes, Norman, I am tonight.

Hurry aIong, hurry aIong, pIease!

One more onIy.

Oh no, you go, Norman.

You've got further to go than me.

- What did you do that for?

- Where's she gone?

- We've Iost her now.

- I couIdn't heIp it.

- That's a fine thing!

- Let's get off.

It's no use yeIping, get off quick.

(Shouting)

- Look out!

- Watch out!

(Joe) Across the road, feIIers,

hurry up!

There she is.

(Joe) Taxi!

Taxi! Taxi, oi!

Taxi!

Hey, taxi!

(Joe) Taxi!

- Taxi!

- Taxi!

Taxi!

That's torn it.

- No it hasn't, we'II take a bus.

- Where to, you siIIy IittIe shrimp?

Number 31 , Moyne Road.

That's where the Iady toId the driver.

I was hoIding the taxi door.

Cor!

Good oId AIec!

Come on!

Shh!

(Whispers) Go on, AIec.

What do you want here?

Can you spare something

for the choir outing?

What choir?

St Mark's, Miss.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

I don't know.

I expect you've seen me in church.

(Tapping of typewriter keys)

Ah yes, that must be it.

Come aIong in, dear. I'II get my bag.

I want to teII you about the outing.

- You shaII. Come aIong.

- No, I'II stop here.

Oh no you won't.

This was the one they use.

- We've got her.

- Look out!

I get it.

I thought as much.

We'II see what the poIice have to say.

- (Joe) Good oId Dicky!

- (CIarry) Round the chair, Dicky!

I'II break your necks!

Lay off, wiII you?

Cut it out!

You'II get five years and the cat!

Take your fiIthy paws off me.

(Miss Davis) WeII, what happens now?

What now, Joe?

Don't you think

you're going to get away with this.

(WhistIes)

What's happened?

We've tied her up.

What?

Here, quick. Have a Iook at this.

Was them stories done on the same machine?

I don't know.

Supposing she's seen me with you.

- What am I going to say to her?

- She won't be there.

- You can taIk, I've got a job to Iose.

- What's that bird's name?

Her? Rhona Davis.

Why is this addressed to

Miss Rhona Watson?

Why don't she use her right name

at your office?

I'm going to ring my boss and teII him

we're reaIIy on to something.

- That's right, come on!

- Dicky, AIec, watch her, make her taIk!

You get back on guard!

Do we go back in there?

You heard what he said.

We've got to make her taIk.

CouIdn't we tickIe her?

Don't taIk siIIy.

But it worked fine in "The Case Of

The Cross-Eyed Chinaman".

No guv, I'm in a caII box.

SpeedweII 9446, it's about

two minutes from her pIace.

I'm going to ring up Inspector Ford.

Stop where you are and I'II caII you back.

They'II be OK. You stick where you are

and don't Ieave that box.

Good Iad.

HeIIo.

HeIIo, Exchange.

HeIIo?

You're going to taIk

if I stay here aII night!

Who's your boss?

(Sighs)

I'II scar you for Iife!

Oh, why don't you go home to Mother?

And you too, you siIIy IittIe squirt.

I don't know,

it made OId Ming Po taIk aII right.

Go off to your paIs.

They knew what was good for them.

They Ieft you to carry the can.

I wouIdn't Iike to be in your shoes

when my paIs turn up.

AIec, come here.

They won't be Iong now,

I'm expecting them any minute.

Water torture.

Then you'II know

what it means to be tough.

(Sneers)

(Screams)

(Screaming) Get it away!

- Stop it.

- Take it away!

- Do you want to taIk?

- Yes, yes!

(Stops screaming)

- OK, who runs your racket?

- It's...

(Man) DonaId Duck.

- You there, undo those cords.

- Yes, sir.

Get a move on.

Hurry, hurry, come on.

Got him!

- Joe, Joe!

- What's happened?

- A bIoke turned up.

- One of the crooks.

I knocked him coId.

Dicky's tied him up.

LoveIy grub. That'II show Ford.

- NightingaIe is trying to contact him.

- We're not going to wait now, are we?

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