Brighton Rock Page #3

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and they came after her.

What happened to her?

She wouldn't keep her mouth shut.

So they splashed acid in her face.

She lost an eye.

Acid?

Sulphuric acid.

It burns.

- Smell it.

- Pinkie!

I'm only pulling your leg.

It's not acid. It's just spirit.

I had to warn you, that's all.

You and me are friends, aren't we?

I wouldn't want a friend

with a face burnt off, now, would I?

You tell me

if anyone asks any questions.

Anyone, mind.

You get me on the blower straight off.

Brighton 33945.

You have to swear to me

you'll keep your mouth shut, Rose.

I swear.

Spot of bother?

No bother.

She's safe.

No b*tch is safe.

'# I gotta a woman and I love her mad

'# I gotta a woman

and she's mine all right... #'

She loves me...

She loves me not.

- What do you want, Spicer?

- Don't you talk to me like that.

You're just a kid. I run this mob now.

I've got experience.

I've put in the years.

- It's a lot of years.

- Maybe. But I've got nous.

'It's 8am.

Here are the news headlines. '

Ssh.

'Brighton police

today intensify their hunt

'for the killer of ex-naval officer

Frederick Hale

'with a county-wide appeal

for witnesses.

'The body of Mr Hale,

who died from severe head injuries,

'was found beneath Palace Pier,

Brighton, yesterday morning.

'Youth riots in Clacton last weekend... '

- Pinkie. If that girl talks...

- She won't talk.

Not if she knows what's good for her.

Enjoy it.

Rose, can I have a word with you?

That man you met.

What man?

The bloke on the pier -

the one who tried to pick you up.

Don't be shy. You were late

for the afternoon tea, remember?

- Yeah, I remember.

- What did he look like?

Ordinary.

- Skinny fellow?

- Not especially.

- With tattoos?

- I can't remember.

Is this him?

I wasn't wearing my glasses.

H is name was Fred Hale

and he was a friend of mine.

- A friend?

- Yeah. A gentleman friend.

Nothing serious but...

I was fond of him.

Poor old Fred.

I'm sorry, Miss Arnold.

What's the matter?

You don't look well, sweetheart.

Nothing's the matter, Miss Arnold.

I just...

I'm sorry to hear about your friend,

that's all.

My father's not been well

and I haven't been eating properly.

- I should get back to work.

- You have a lie-down in my office.

I should get back to the afternoon teas.

I said have a lie-down in my office.

- I'm here to collect.

- You

Excuse me.

This is a top-notch business.

It needs top-notch protection.

Your lot's glory days are over.

Kite's mob?

They couldn't even protect Kite.

I can't pay you both.

I would have been stabbed in the heart

if I hadn't paid Colleoni.

Look around you.

Colleoni is running things now.

And bigger, better than Kite ever could.

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