The Wooden Horse Page #2

back the sand in bags on hooks here.

BANGING:

Put me down, John.

Hopkins. Hut? 67.

Craig, 65.

I'll have a go. Your leg? It's OK.

OK, John.

Ah, Bennett, just the man we want.

Are you going to vault?

No, old boy.

He'd go slap through the horse.

THUDDING CONTINUES

What is this?

Just a gym class, Fuhrer.

Ach so.

Always this craze for exercise.

Right, who's going first?

Come on, up and over.

Go on!

Good turn out, eh?

You wait. Give it a few weeks!

Oh!

Come on, Phil.

Go on.

ROARS OF LAUGHTER

It's planned, sir.

Shows the goons nothing is inside.

Here's the horse and

here's the surface of the ground.

The trap door is 18 inches down,

in case they probe.

We cover it with sandbags,

so we can get to it quickly.

The tunnel runs to the wire. The first

ten feet is shored up top and sides.

Is ten feet enough?

Yes, for the impact.

How do you ensure it's the same spot?

Easy.

The landing marks.

How long will the job take you?

We hope four weeks.

The sooner the better.

OK, Clinton, we'll back you.

Good luck.

Thanks. Good night.

Good night. Better burn this diagram.

DOOR SLAMS:

There you are, John.

A pound of sand.

Each bag holds ten pounds, 12 bags a

trip, so, no more than 120 pounds a time.

It'll be six weeks.

We'll start tomorrow.

We can't hurry the goons.

We just vault first.

So we'll only do three feet a day. Mm. We can't ask

the chaps to vault all day for nothing! We must start.

Once upon a time there were two

bulls, an old bull and a young bull.

The young bull said, "The gate to the

cows is open. Let's run and get some!"

"No," said the old bull,

"Stroll down and get the lot!"

Hoch!

Gut! Sie konnen gehen.

Ready, John.

All clear?

Yeah.

Let's go, chaps.

John!

All set, Pete.

Blanket,

trowel and hooks,

box.

Right? Right.

Victor? All clear.

OK, John? Take it away!

Ready.

Lift.

To me a little.

Right, down.

All right, Phil.

Come on, over the top.

All right? It's easy, old boy.

Hold it, chaps.

OK, John.

Go, chaps.

THUD:

OK, next.

RHYTHMIC THUDDING

Come on then, over.

'Dry top sand in the box.'

That's better.

THUD:

Improving, Phil.

'Now the wet undersand

on the blanket.'

Fine.

I've never seen such a ropey lot!

OK, blokes, a good run and a good

jump. That's all you want. Next.

Good. Come on, next.

That's it.

Come on, Peter.

Feeling tired?

Not bad. A bit more jump, old boy.

Come on, chaps. Keep it going.

Next.

That's very good. Much better.

Next.

Time to pack up, John.

Right, half a minute.

It's getting on, Peter.

Mmm. He's filling in now.

OK, next!

Last one.

Pack up.

Nick!

David!

OK, John?

All aboard.

Take it easy, Tony.

OK, Peter.

OK.

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