Buster Page #3

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down the embankment

to where they'll be loaded...

CRASH:

..into the truck.

The real problem,

as George pointed out,

is how to get the train

from the stopping point...

to the bridge.

Fortunately, Ronnie's come up

with the perfect feller.

Old Walter - used to be

a train driver for forty years.

What's he been up to this time?

He never says, you know that.

You're not like this usually.

It's something big.

He's on about this dream

all the time. About how

we're gonna be rich.

I dunno, I just don't understand it.

What's he after this time?

The Crown Jewels?

Mum, I'm scared.

He's gonna try something silly

and get hisself nicked!

June. He's a lucky thief. He's only

ever been inside for two weeks.

He's been careful.

He's only done London jobs.

God knows where he's off to now.

It's that Bruce's fault.

He's been the one getting at Buster.

You'll just have to talk to him.

I've tried talking to him

until I'm blue in the face.

He just watches the telly. Or he

gets cross and goes to the pub.

Keeps telling me

he's doing it for me.

What about the baby?

Oh, he provides for it all right.

He's nicked stuff

from every Mothercare in London.

I mean does he want it?

He didn't get no receipt

so he can't take the clobber back.

Oh!

June... June, what is it?

June?!

You are sure about

this old geezer, Ronnie?

Leave off! He's been a train driver

for 40 years!

He's on a British Railways

pension of 3 a week.

He'd drive a rocket for ten grand!

Jesus Christ! He thinks

he's going on holiday!

Bye, love!

SHE GASPS:

The ambulance will be here

in a minute.

Are you all right?

Oh, I wish Buster was here.

Some bleeding hope!

Now just breathe in hard

and try not to think about him.

Yeah.

Oh, Mum! Christ!

There's a good girl.

Mum, honest, Buster'd be just

as worried if he was here.

Where the hell is he? He should be

with his wife at a time like this!

You're five months gone. Anything

could be happening in there.

He's working, Mum.

Of course he is.

Proper little breadwinner, he is.

Oh, no! It's starting again!

You'll be all right, June.

We'll manage by ourselves.

We did last time.

Yeah, I was only

eight weeks gone last time.

BREATHES DEEPLY:

All right, hang on. Hang on.

Oh, Jesus! I'm losing it, Mum!

RADIO:
'One of the chief witnesses

in the trial of Dr Stephen Ward

'has admitted perjuring herself.'

Today, President Kennedy and his

wife Jacqueline

'attended the funeral

of their infant son Patrick.'

Where are your gloves?

In me pocket.

Gloves.

Sssh.

'Rain and fog at first.

Cloudy but brighter later.

Maximum temperature 68 degrees.'

No shooters!

Get rid of it.

Tut, tut, tut!

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