A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square

Left, right, left, right.

Come on, pick 'em up.

Left, right. Governor wants his tea.

Halt.

471183. Lucius Percival Green

for release tomorrow, sir.

Orphaned. Borstal.

What's Peacehaven?

Reform school. Like borstal.

Yes, sir. Near Philadelphia.

After my old man died.

Yeah.

Convictions to date - 16.

One third of your life inside - why?

Look, Green, you're a young man.

You're an electrician. The last man

to leave here was a teacher.

Bachelor of Science. He won't find

a job easily, but you're in demand.

You stick to your trade.

Go straight and you'll pull in a damn

sight more than he ever will. Right?

Absolutely, sir.

You'd better mean it this time.

Speaking for us all,

I'm sorry you're going.

Right, Mr Boddings? Yes, sir.

My wife was wondering...

It won't flip.

I'll fix it tonight, sir.

Oh, thanks. Well, goodbye, Green.

Good luck. Thank you, sir.

Ha-ha!

INAUDIBLE:

INAUDIBLE:

Jesus, you landed me in a mud hole.

I've just gotten out of the shit!

BOTH LAUGH:

Hang on. I gotta get something.

Hey, little darlin',

look who's back in town. Pinky!

Ooh, it's so nice to see you!

What can I do for you?

Just about everything.

Still the same. I need something

for Foxy's ma - a little plant.

Yeah, how about this one?

OK, terrific. How much? 1.25.

Here you go. Here's two quid.

Keep the change. Cheers.

Catch you later.

MUSIC:
"A Nightingale Sang

In Berkeley Square"

# That certain night

# The night we met

# There was magic abroad in the air

# And as we kissed... #

Mum! Here he is.

So, where's my little sweetheart?

Where is she?

Where's my little sweetheart?

I don't see her.

Oh, there she is! Ahh, Pinky!

PINKY LAUGHS:

Oh, Pinky! Our song, huh?

Yeah. Oh, for God's sake.

FOXY TURNS OFF MUSIC

Flowers - for a beautiful lady.

Aw. I raised it myself in the joint,

in my own window box -

special for you.

Steak, baked potato, sour cream.

And chocolate cake!

Too much. I should switch

from hot dogs. Yeah.

How's business? Can't complain.

I had ten days in a Mike Winner film.

Great! Any lines? Sure. How many?

How many what? Lines.

Five. Ask anybody.

I could've been a star, only his dad

liked to go to bed early.

Where's Brenthouse Street?

Near Liverpool Street station.

- My tool bag?

- In your room.

Pinky, do me a favour.

Stay out of trouble.

God's honest truth, Ma.

I'm done with the slammer.

I'm an electrician.

I've got a real job.

That's good.

INAUDIBLE:

Try it now.

Good morning, Gloria. Good morning.

So it's Gloria, is it?

Ted, Major Treadwell here.

TED:
'Sir?'

You've got a new electrician.

'Right.'

What's he like?

'Very good.'

What's his name?

'Green, sir.'

Green. Good.

Green? Over here, would you?

KNOCK AT DOOR:

Come in, damn it.

Ever worked in a high-security area?

Oh...yeah...

Off and on. Good. Little job

for you. Mayfair. Client of ours.

Fluorescent on the blink

and some minor electrical faults.

Suits me.

Nice people.

Atlantic and Pacific Bank.

Hello there.

PHONE RINGS:

I believe that's what you wanted.

Yes. That's right. Thank you.

Sonia Pelham's desk.

No, you want the Foreign Department.

I'll put you through. Hold on.

Could you take this call? Thank you.

When you have time,

could you look at something?

Sure.

The girls' power plugs keep

falling out. Can you fix that?

This time it's Miss Metcalf's.

Power plug, eh?

Yes.

Little plugs on the typewriters.

Miss Metcalf works in Accounting.

I'll see if I can do it.

That's nice of you.

Thank you very much.

Everything OK up here?

Yes, I think so.

Good. I couldn't fix this stuff.

Um...I had a word with the manager

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