Brighton Rock Page #2

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- That's all right.

I liked it.

It's only ten to, anyway.

What time do you get off?

We don't close till half-past six,

except on Sundays.

How about tonight? Quarter to eight.

Oh...

- Unless you've got other plans?

- Oh, no.

Tonight, then.

Pavilion Gardens.

You and me

have got things in common...

...Rose.

Pinkie.

- Thank you, Pinkie.

- Stick it on your wall and pray.

You're a Roman, ain't you?

Oh, this.

I told you we had things in common.

I'm a Roman, too.

I used to be in the choir.

Do you go to Mass?

- But you believe, though?

- Course I do.

It's the only thing that

makes any sense.

Them atheists have got it all wrong.

Course there's a hell.

Flames, damnation...

...and torments.

And a heaven, too, Pinkie.

Heaven?

Maybe.

# I'll never stop loving you

# Whatever else I may do

# My love for you

# Will live till time itself is through

# I'll never stop...

Want to dance?

Yes, Pinkie.

Come on, then.

# My heart will beat

# The way it does each time we meet

# The night doesn't question

# The stars that appear in the skies

# So, why should I question

# The stars that appear in my eyes?

# Of this I'm more than just sure

# My love will last and endure

# I'll never

# No, I'll never stop loving you... #

You ever been in love?

Oh, yes.

Yeah, you would say that.

You're green.

You don't know what people do.

You can keep doing that...

...if you like it.

Don't be soft.

Did I do something wrong, Pinkie?

Let's go.

- It's him.

- Who?

The man on the pier.

The one I told you about.

Are you sure?

Maybe it just looks like him.

It is him, Pinkie.

I never forget a face.

"Police... appeal for... witnesses. "

One minute we were sitting

here on the pier, just here,

and now...

- Oh!

- What now?

I almost forgot.

A man from Pom Pom's took a photo.

Of all three of us.

Me and Hale and the other man.

I'll show you. I've still got the slip.

- I don't understand...

- Have you lost it?

It was in my coat pocket, Pinkie.

- You must have dropped it.

- I put it here.

- It fell out.

- I buttoned it.

- Never mind.

- There'll be a picture in the window.

Never mind!

He was frightened, Pinkie, Fred Hale.

So what?

He probably owed the other bloke money.

It happens all the time.

Chances are, the other geezer

was a bookie.

Did he look like a bookie to you,

the other fella?

I wouldn't know.

You probably didn't get

a good look at him, then.

Oh, yes, I've got a memory for faces.

I like you.

So I'm gonna warn you.

This bloke, Hale,

I heard he was mixed up in stuff.

What stuff?

Never mind what stuff.

You've heard of Peggy Baron, right?

You must have.

It was in all the papers.

She got herself mixed up with a mob

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