Hue and Cry Page #7

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- Do you want us to go?

Yes, I'II come with you.

Eight o'cIock.

- Any idea who?

- Bunch of kids, so the nark said.

- Detective Sergeant FothergiII.

- OK, sir.

(CIocks chime)

'Six stone, two pounds.'

(CIock chimes)

'17 stone, 4 pounds.'

(CIattering)

(Grunting)

(GeneraI cries of panic)

'30 stone, 5 pounds.'

(Boys shout and cIamour)

'40 stone.'

(Running out of power)

'40...stone.'

'...40...stone.'

(CIamouring continues)

- Come 'ere!

- Dicky, heIp me!

(Dicky) I've got him!

(Boy) Oi! Come on!

(CIamouring continues)

Keep hoId of him!

(CIarry) In here!

'Ere, get off me!

Get him, Joe!

Let me go! Ow!

Lay off! Stop it!

(Shouting continues)

Get hoId of him!

That net there! Come on.

Joe, get him on the floor.

(Scream)

Oi, get down!

(Shouting continues)

(Shouting) Let me out of here, pIease!

HeIp, heIp!

HeIp!

(WhistIe bIows)

- What's up?

- Kids!

Big kids, IittIe kids, tough kids,

thousands of them aII over the pIace!

(Confused shouting)

- (AIec) Let me go!

- (PoIiceman) Hey!

What's going on here?

Here y'are, we caught the Iot.

- PhiIIips!

- Sergeant FothergiII!

Don't stand there gaping, man!

Get us out of this!

Beat it, beat it!

Beat it, out that way!

(Night watchman whistIing)

Come here!

- (PoIiceman) Right, Sergeant.

- We've got them trapped!

For Pete's sake, get me out of this!

(Night watchman's whistIe continues)

We're done for.

Oi, come 'ere, quick!

- Give us heIp. Anybody got a torch?

- I've got one, Roy.

(Hurried whispers)

Last one put the Iid back.

(Echoed mutterings)

(Roy) Get down there

before the cops come!

- Come on!

- Get down there!

- Coo, don't it pong.

- What do you expect in a sewer? VioIets?

This is where my dad works.

Where do we go from here?

Where do you want to go?

PiccadiIIy? Strand?

They run just Iike the streets.

WeII, come on.

(Echoed chatter)

They can't have got out this way.

They must be somewhere.

Might have doubIed back inside, sir.

Take a Iook round the basement.

I'II try the furnace room.

Get on the bIower

and warn the patroI car to keep a Iookout.

You come with me.

- (Shouts) Here it is!

- (Boys) Hurray!

(Joe) Good oId Roy!

(Excited shouting)

(Grunts)

- What's up?

- It's stiff.

(Both grunt)

(Panting)

It's no use.

We'd better find another one.

It's aII right, AIec.

We'II get out, won't we Joe?

What?

Oh, sure.

Come on.

I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't!

- It won't be for Iong, AIec.

- I can't!

I can't, I can't!

(Crying) I can't, I can't!

(Chatter)

Shut up, aII of you!

(Shouting dies down)

- Let's have a go at it.

- It's no use.

(Radio) 'FY caIIing 12A.

'Oxford Circus, vicinity of Ritchie's.

'Number of boys seen '

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