Sitting Target Page #2

we wouldn't 've got this far.

15 minutes.

Come on!

There must be a dog!

Only the outside wall after this,

Harry, love!

My information is never wrong.

This is one time it should've been!

Thanks, Birdy.

It's a bit like old times, isn't it?

We'd have had our own business by now.

Yeah, well we've got a new one,

haven't we.

This reconstruction gave me

the idea how to escape.

You've got some use after all.

Sir, excuse me...

We want to see your mates

on the others side of the wall, too.

Do you mind if I go first?

"Woman and children first."

...That storm seems to have passed...

Birdy!

Take it easy, boy.

Harry...I can't move!

That's Soapy Tucker down there.

Who else?

Harry...come on!

- Right...we're going!

- Not without HIM!

- He's Gone! - No!

- He's gone!

You needed us and we needed you.

THAT was the deal!

Harry...come on!

Right!...Please...let's go!

Well...here's to it!

Like smoking air, isn't it?

After that stuff you get inside.

Here...

Alright, love!

You know...

2 years celibacy is a bit much,

even for me.

So you'll excuse me.

2 days is MY limit, mate!

You've done us proud, Soapy!

Only the best...

for the best.

You're lovely!

Old McNeil really does it in style,

doesn't he?

Yes...it's MY idea!

This truck gets us

inside Liverpool docks...

...no aggravation.

There's more Yanks there,

going to Africa or somewhere.

Spot of bother with the blacks,

I shouldn't wonder.

That's all you get

these days, isn't it?

Them and the kids.

Oh, I'm sorry about your clothes, boys...

But it's the best I could do.

You'll need a sea voyage after that.

Well, it's a long rest to Naples.

We got a big job on,

with the Wops.

Shut up!

You'll be reluctant

to call the Italians "Wops"...

...just as I would the French, "Frogs"...

...because they don't like it!

- Sorry mate.

- Forget it!

I merely ask you to remember

that we hope to be working

in close liaison with them.

It's all yours now...

And his.

I can do without.

The spirit is weak, Harry.

Flesh even weaker.

Yes...this is where

we part company.

Good luck boys.

There's your cash...

Don't forget the car's hot,

and needs ditching real quick

The motorway's about 10 minutes drive.

That Lomart's nuts!

Breaking out...

just to do in a woman!

Well, let's hope

he'll do in Birdy, too!

Accidently.

Or otherwise.

I thought we was making

for the motorway.

Mr McNeil isn't all that clever.

Who says he was?

No...he's bright...

but not THAT bright.

Why do you think Soapy Tucker

suggested a motorway in a hot car?

So we could get to London quicker?

No!

So we could get caught quick.

And give McNeil more time.

He knows the coppers 'd rather

have us, than him.

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