A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square Page #2

In the classy part of town?

I'd be crazy.

Yes. If you weren't bent like a hairpin,

it would be a shocking thing to do.

You do realise, don't you?

One call to the bank manager -

you're in the cooler. For what?

For conspiracy to rob -

that's the name of the game.

They have an act

covering undesirable aliens.

You might be

on the first plane back home.

There's no rap waiting for me

back in the States. There will be.

I'm clean, man. I'm clean.

Not for long.

I have friends there who would know

how to set you up and make it stick.

It would mean a long spell for you

in maximum security.

And there they do not muck around.

You're busting my ass. Not at all,

I'm keeping things together.

What does that mean?

Let's just call it...cooperation.

Pinky, let's get this straight.

Insolence I can tolerate -

but not dumb insolence.

Now, what time do they leave?

Five.

That's better.

Keep it that way.

Those lights - why are they on?

Computer team.

What are their hours? Start

at three and work into the night.

How many? Three.

All men? Two guys and a girl.

The vault?

Locked any time

between 4.30 and 5.30.

The front door?

Er...3.30, I guess. Mm-hm.

Side door?

As needed by the staff and manager.

Fire exit. Open the door, Pinky.

Forget it! I can't let you in there.

I don't have all night, you know.

Jeez...

And your key? The only loose one,

except for the security guard.

How often do they come round?

Er...maybe every...three hours.

Lock it.

Alarm control? Basement.

Two 999 transmitters -

one here and one in the vault.

Prerecorded message

to Scotland Yard. Junk.

Chubb - six inch. Two combinations.

Do you have the numbers?

The numbers?! Haven't you seen them

locking and unlocking?

Christ! The manager

or operations guy does the left,

the head cashier or a foxy blonde

does the right - click, click.

Do they use reminders?

No, they've got it by heart.

Use your eyes.

Now, show me those keys.

Over here. Manager's desk.

Top drawer.

Do you know what all those are?

These are front doors upstairs.

I don't know.

Records? Foreign deposits?

Is there a gate

inside the vault door?

Yeah, they lock it in the day when

the vault's open. High security.

You want numbers? Take a look

at this one! We have work to do.

DISTANT DOOR OPENS

MAN:
Anyone for coffee?

WOMAN:
No, thanks.

DOOR CLOSES:

Security?

I don't think so. The next one

doesn't come around for a while.

DISTANT FOOTSTEPS

Computer staff? Gotta be.

Let's go upstairs.

Remember, I'M the specialist.

Hi, Phil. Hi, Pinky. Green,

you mentioned the computer room.

Oh, yeah. I forgot that one, sir.

Hello, Pinky.

Hi. Good evening.

Sorry to bother you.

BLEEPING You're right. If anything should

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