It Always Rains on Sunday Page #7
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Just send me a postcard,
that's all.
Goodbye, Tommy.
Now, scarper
before I make a fool of myself.
- Bloke.
- Cop?
Dunno.
You get out quick. I'll stall him.
- Does Mrs Sandigate live here?
- That's right.
- I'd like to see her, please.
- Alfie, get back to bed this minute.
- Mrs Sandigate?
- Yes?
I want to talk to you
about Tommy Swann.
You can't go now! You've got to tell
them that you made me hide you!
- Let go of me!
- I won't! You've got to tell them!
Sadie! Sadie! Sadie, stop!
- You can't walk out on me.
- Why not?
Sadie, you can't.
What shall I do?
You'll find some little shiksa
to wait on you.
Listen, Sadie. I've been bad
to you, I admit, but...
Hey, stop! Stop!
Sadie, the car!
Mrs Sandigate.
26 Coronet Grove.
Right, Slopey. Thanks for the tip.
Stolen car.
This is it. Shove your lights up,
George. Get that out.
Add, "Driver believed
to be Tommy Swann."
Get down to 26 Coronet Grove.
Pick up Mrs Sandigate.
- Tommy Swann.
- I need dough. Lots of dough.
- How much you collect?
- Well, here's a 20 for you, Tom.
Thanks.
That's big of you, chum.
Have you seen...?
Whitey Williams, I want you!
Hold him.
I never did it.
I recognises that it's Tommy Swann.
I wouldn't do the old boy, I...
I suppose he gave you the watch
as a consolation prize?
Come off it, Whitey.
Whistle up another man.
Get a doctor to examine the body.
Take Williams to the station.
Straight on, soon as you can.
There he goes! Back!
Better go back.
Right, Sergeant.
I'll warn the men. Come inside.
'Everybody listen, please.
'There's an escaped convict
in the yard.
'He's wearing trousers and shirt,
no jacket.
'If you see him,
report immediately.'
Needle in a haystack.
We had a Home Guard exercise here.
The whole company out looking for me
all night. Never got a smell of me.
Come on!
Better spread out.
They caught him.
Out near Leyton.
It was before I met you.
- I had to help him.
You've got to get well quickly.
How are we going to get along
without you?
Alfie.
I left him by himself.
He was frightened.
He's all right. The girls are back.
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