A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square Page #4

when security clocks round.

Your change.

Why should a man be condemned

for his past?

So I've got a record as long

as my arm. So what? I can change.

I don't want to be with

those meatballs. Right? Right.

You make some honest bread

and you end up back in the slammer.

Are you OK, mate? It's the going

straight what does it. Hot dog, please.

Evening, Pinky.

Hi, Mac. You're early, aren't you?

Mayfair traffic on a Friday's a

bastard. I try to keep ahead of it.

Manager working late? Looks like it.

DISTANT DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS:

CAN RATTLES:

PELHAM:
Would you like a sip?

MAN:
No, thank you, darling.

MAN:
Come on, darling,

that's enough.

FOOTSTEPS:

(Hey.) What?

(For Christ's sake, shut up.)

(I saw the manager drive off.)

Security man. He's making it.

What, with a bird? Yeah.

Hello.

Having a nice day off? Come round,

everybody - intelligence is here.

OK, Pinky, let's have your report.

On Friday night a

guard comes round

every two-and-a-half hours

- all weekend into Monday.

Quite certain?

You can set your watch by him.

11 o'clock Saturday night, 1.30

Sunday morning, then 4, then 6.30.

So from 11.15pm Saturday to 1.15am

Sunday we have 2 hours in the clear?

Right.

No security, no computer staff.

Very well. Next Saturday it is.

11.15 on the dot. Right?

ALL:
Right.

Let's get one thing straight -

no guns.

And let's get

another thing straight.

You don't give the orders, I do.

Guns will turn this job sour.

It'll mean 20 years minimum.

Things will not go wrong.

Another thing - I hear a lot

of talk about who's doing what.

Where do I come in? You don't.

Don't what? Come in. Oh, yeah?

You'll be far away - hammering.

Hammering what? Your alibi.

Over at City branch. Making sure they

know that you're working on double time.

HAMMERING:

HAMMERING:

What the hell's that?

Anyone know what's going on?

Wotcher, Pinky. Hey, what's

happening, Chris? Oh, not too much.

Why do you work this graveyard

shift? I dunno. Must be the money.

Huh...sure ain't the excitement.

Ha! See you.

HAMMERING CONTINUES

Who the hell is that?

SIREN WAILS:

TYRES SCREECH:

SIRENS:

OK.

Where are you going?

I work here.

Hold on.

OK.

SECURITY GUARD:
..10 or 10.50.

And at 11.02 last night...

Well, I did my usual check.

Everything was in order

when I left at 11.07.

This morning I arrived at 01.33

and I noticed the vending machine

had been forced open.

Is the manager here?

Right here.

I'm the manager. Dan Blakestone.

My boss would like to talk to you.

..Mr Stanfield?

Morgan Stanfield, Vice President.

Watford.

Why Coke?

To cool the bits. Oh.

They had an overheating problem.

Did they use a magnetic drill? Yeah.

Jesus, were they out of luck.

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