Trouble in Store Page #5

- Yes.

I want no slip-ups.

You will all report to Miss Drew

wearing your best Sunday suits.

And all the money goes into

the cash registers.

Is that plain? No sticky fingers.

At 11:
45 you'll bring your registers

to the model room

between Music and Toys

on the third floor.

- Fourth floor.

- Yeah.

Hold on. Who are you?

I'm Norman.

I haven't come here to dilly-dally...

- How did he get in?

- With me. He was waiting outside.

- Who is he?

- He works at Burridges.

I'm gonna be a window-dresser.

- Copper's nark.

- Yeah.

- Oh, I remember. The rustic Romeo.

- You're the rustic Romeo, not me!

I know your game. You're trying to lure

my girl with your money.

No, leave him to Bill.

He brought him, he can get rid of him.

All right, gov.

- You keep away from my girl, else I'II...

- You'll what?

I'II...

smash your face in.

- Take him out back and put him to sleep.

- It's a pleasure, gov.

I haven't come here to dilly-dally,

so I'm telling you,

you keep away from my girl...

No, no, I mustn't.

- We're gonna do this job scientifically.

- Do what?

The boss won't

stand for any rough stuff.

He likes it all modern and gentle, like.

Sit down!

You know what these are?

Pills. Sleeping pills.

I'm gonna give you one of these

and you'll go to bye-byes for a long time.

- I'm not tired.

- You will be.

Put out your tongue.

Now swallow.

- I can't swallow pills.

- Swallow!

Drink this.

- Eat this.

- What is it?

Ham.

Now.

I'll fix you.

Open your mouth.

You! You!

(Doorbell)

- I must see Sally Wilson!

- Sorry, no visitors allowed.

It's a matter of life and death.

I must see her!

- What is it, family trouble?

- Yeah.

- You a relative?

- Yes.

Stay here.

He actually made me pay for the taxi.

- Your Willy wouldn't do that.

- (Knocking)

Somebody, a man, a relative

downstairs for Sally Wilson. It's urgent.

- Give him my love.

- Has he got a pal?

- Tell him I'm free on Sunday.

- Oh, shh!

- Norman, what are you doing here?

- Sally, he's a crook!

- He's a crook, you must give him up.

- What?

- He's a crook and a girl-chaser.

- What are you talking about?

This Gerald fella.

I saw him, with all the gangsters.

Norman, you're drunk!

Me? I never had a drink in me life!

Or mad! Dragging me down

to tell me a lot of nonsense...

But it's true.

We've got to warn Mr Freeman.

They're gonna raid the store tomorrow.

You're raving mad.

If they think you're friends with him

and he gets caught, you'll be in trouble.

- Hodge!

- Yes, miss.

Sally, it's for your own good.

Please show this man out

and don't let him back in.

- Come on, son.

- I can find my way out, thank you.

Sally, please!

Oh, there's something for you

over there, miss.

"Dear Sally, here is the bicycle

for the one that was busted up.

"I hope it makes you happy.

Love, Norman."

(Excited chattering, indistinct)

I've got my eye on that evening dress.

Going for practically nothing.

Have you, my dear?

That's the kind of bargain I'm looking for.

- Morning, morning.

- Morning.

- Morning, Tom.

- Morning, Taffy.

- Got your insurance paid up?

- Why?

- Sales day!

- You are a scream!

- No, no, you don't. You're fired.

- I must see the chief.

- If I were to let you in I'd lose my job.

- I'm gonna see him!

That's what you think.

Out you go! Go on!

- There.

- Thank you, Miss Drew.

A larger knot, Mark.

All very smart, gentlemen, thank you.

Hanky just up a little more.

That's perfect.

Delightful, ladies, delightful.

15 minutes to zero hour.

Time to inspect your departments.

Ladies and gentlemen, forward, please.

Rheumatism, Wilton?

No, sir, it's an old wound.

I received it in my first sale.

A worthy scar.

- Well, it's a great day, Peggy.

- I wish us luck, sir.

Thank you so much.

Well, it won't be long now.

Open it!

- What's the idea?

- End of the queue, you!

- I gotta get in to warn them.

- Yes, so have we. Go on!

I've gotta get in...

Very well, girls.

- Why have you not changed?

- I hadn't time.

Miss Drew,

have you seen the store detective?

No, I haven't. Why?

He'll probably think I'm an awful idiot

but I feel I ought to tell him.

Tell him what?

Last night Norman tried to tell me about

some plan to raid the store today.

- Probably all nonsense but...

- Well, we can't be too careful.

You were quite right to be worried.

Come with me, will you?

(Crowd shouting)

(CIock bells ringing)

Miss Gibson, will you go and lend a hand

in the toy department?

Lovely, I've always wanted

to work upstairs.

Oh, I think I'll just go and...

Five, four, three, two...

- (CIock chiming)

- Zero hour.

(Buzzer)

(Shoppers screaming)

No fainting.

(Women gossiping, indistinct)

(Screams)

(Inaudible over shoppers shouting)

Whoa! Oh!

Miss Gibson, Miss Gibson!

Who's been messing about

with my model? I'll drill his liver out!

All right, darling,

I'll soon get you out of this, don't worry.

Oh, Norman!

Norman, don't be nervous!

It's really me!

- Pinch me.

- Oh!

- You were right.

- Course I was.

You wait till I get hold of them!

Come on, Sally!

The drill, quickly!

(Screaming)

(Inaudible)

- You can't take that away.

- It's orders.

- It's wanted elsewhere.

- Impossible! You see them waiting!

That's one of them.

Here comes the lovely little train.

I must get one for my nephew.

- Now's your big chance, Willy.

- Oh, Edna.

Oh, it's in the station.

- Good morning, madam.

- My helpful friend. What a lovely day.

Yes, isn't it?

Will you come with me, please?

How charming of you,

but it's a little early for lunch.

- We'll arrange something.

- How nice!

I haven't any bags today.

(Edna) Oh, yes you have.

(Gerald) Come on, men, get a move on.

Good morning's work, boys.

Now, cut it out, boys.

Keep 'em covered, Sally.

Stick 'em up, all of you.

Get him, boys.

Hey, what's the idea?

- They're after me, gangsters with guns.

- Oh!

(Bang!)

(Bang!)

We're dead!

(Chokes)

Come on, Sally.

(Gunfire)

Hold on, don't shoot!

What on earth is this dreadful noise?

Chief, about the shoplifting,

I'm very proud to...

Don't bother me now, I'm very busy.

- But sir!

- This way, Miss Drew.

Sir!

- This way, madam.

- What a pity.

(Gunfire)

Oh! Ah! Ooh! Ow!

(Siren)

(Bangs resembling gunfire)

(Cheering)

Didn't I tell you

my methods would be different?

- I'll see how the sale's getting on.

- Don't go. The sale's doing wonderfully.

I've had the figures.

The cash registers are bulging.

You go round the back way, go on.

- Rear guard action.

- Aye, aye, sir.

(Clicking)

They haven't got any bullets left.

(American West accent) OK, Gerald,

I'm a-comin' to git you myself.

How did he get here?

I fired him yesterday.

(Horse whinnying)

- Gerald!

- Relax, my dear, they don't mean it!

Norman! Go back!

(Horse whinnying)

(Gun quacks)

(Gulps)

Miss Gibson? Er, Sally...

No, I ain't done nothing!

Whoopee!

(Man) This way, boys!

Good work!

(Laughter)

What are you doing here?

You are not allowed in this store.

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