Sabotage Page #3

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you know, with plenty of murders.

This love stuff makes me sick.

The women like it, though.

He's just going.

Then tell him not to come back too late

'cause we're going out.

Don't come back too late

'cause you're both going out.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

(WHISTLING)

Penny each, pineapples.

Pineapples, penny each.

Penny each, pineapples.

Pineapples, penny each.

Penny each, pineapples.

Pineapples, penny each.

What's them bubbles, Dad?

Has the fish got hiccups?

You'd have hiccups

if you had to live on ants' eggs.

MAN:
They're funny-Iooking things.

MR. VERLOC:
Yes.

They're funny-Iooking things.

MAN:
It'll take three like that to make soup

for the Lord Mayor's banquet

next Saturday.

MR. VERLOC:
Think of that.

They say it's digestible.

Hmm.

There's a thing with a mustache.

MR. VERLOC:
I hope you're satisfied

with last night's show.

Wasn't as easy as it looked.

I had to spend money, too.

MAN:
No doubt.

MR. VERLOC:
A neat job, though.

The sort of thing to make people sit up.

I think you'll agree I've earned my money.

I hope you didn't mind my asking for it

in pound notes.

MAN:
You made London laugh.

When one sets out

to put the fear of death into people,

it's not helpful to make them laugh.

We're not comedians.

It's not my fault if they're such fools.

Londoners are not fools.

They laughed because they realized

what happened last night was laughable.

They did right to laugh. This time.

What do you mean?

Mr. Verloc, you will be paid your money

when you've earned it.

I don't follow.

My dear Verloc,

I once read a sign in Piccadilly Circus

calling it the center of the world.

I think you'd better pay a visit there

in a couple of days' time,

and leave a small parcel in the cloakroom

at the underground station.

What sort of a parcel?

I don't know.

MAN:
Let's say a parcel of fireworks.

MR. VERLOC:
I couldn't do it.

I'm not going to be connected

with anything that means loss of life.

You'll have to get somebody else.

I won't touch it.

MAN:
Very well then, Mr. Verloc.

- Lf you think you're so well-off that...

- MR. VERLOC:
You know I'm not.

You know my position.

MAN:
All right, then.

You'll be paid your money when...

In any case, if you're so fussy

about doing it yourself,

surely you have some kind friends

who'd help you?

Now don't be so silly.

Go and see this man.

He's a very nice old gentleman

and he makes lovely fireworks.

I'll try and see him.

And don't forget the date.

Saturday next. Lord Mayor's show day.

Lots of people.

You want me to come and report?

Thanks, no.

If your report itself is loud enough,

it won't be necessary.

Which is the way out, please?

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