That Sinking Feeling Page #2

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Vic, get the van fixed up, right?

- Are you sure you've nae Corn Flakes?

- No.

Alec, remember anything you can

about the layout.

Doors, windows, anything. Draw a plan.

Wal, check the night-watchman.

See where he spends the night.

Check out his routine.

What else do we need?

Four or five more people

with skill, courage and determination.

- Morning rolls?

- Ten dozen.

- Jam sponges?

- No.

- Bridies?

- No.

- Pancakes?

- No.

- Coffee buns?

- A dozen.

- Paris buns?

- No.

- Small Alberts?

- No.

- Chocolate doughnuts?

- A dozen.

- Iced doughnuts?

- No.

- Sugar doughnuts?

- No.

- Apple turnovers?

- A dozen.

- Madeira cake?

- No.

Angel cake...?

- Ginger slabs?

- No.

- Albert slabs?

- Dozen.

- What's wrang?

- I've got something to tell you, Bobby.

We cannae talk here.

We'll go somewhere quiet.

- I cannae leave the shop.

- Just a couple of minutes. That's all.

- Sultana cake?

- No.

- Cream cookies?

- No.

- Apple slab?

- Two.

You've got a van.

Well, what do you think?

Well?

Sorry, I couldn't hear you.

Oh, f***.

- Small trifles?

- No.

- Large trifles?

- No.

It's a big job.

Local...

High-class goods.

Fool-proof entry.

We want a look-out.

Plus someone that can handle alarms.

Oh, for God's sake,

it's like a public park here!

Come on, let's get somewhere quieter.

Shoo!

It's magic, this place, in the summer.

So, a good alarm man is what we need.

One circuit does the whole place,

as far as we know,

then one, maybe two good look-outs,

you know?

One on the inside

and one outside on the road.

We want people

with skill, courage and determination.

What's up?

It's quite choppy today, isn't it?

I'm sorry to be a bother, Ronnie,

but I'm just not a very good sailor.

I'm very keen on the job, though.

It sounds fine.

I'd be fine if I was sick.

Come in, number seven, your time's up!

Keep away fae thae swans. They're evil.

They can break your arms

with their muzzles.

- Beaks.

- Aye, beaks. Ducks aren't so vicious.

- Hey, where's New York?

- 3,000 miles that way.

- Where's Australia?

- 12,000 miles that way.

- Where's China?

- 5,000 miles that way.

Ask me the capital of Ethiopia.

OK, what's the capital of Ethiopia?

Addis Ababa.

- What's six and eight?

- 14.

Rubbish! Naewhere near it.

- Aye, it is.

- You're miles off it.

- No, I'm not.

- It's naewhere near 14.

Hey!

One of us should talk tae Simmy

and gie him the details.

Tell him about the key

for the warehouse door.

- And the signal to get the gate open.

- Tell him to get the door down quick.

Right. Where will he be?

Up at the Arts Centre.

He looks after the bees.

That's ideal for secret discussions.

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