Let Him Have It Page #3

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- You mean you've never fired it?

- Yeah, with. 38s.

You file 'em down, they work alright.

I doubt it.

Whoa! Run!

- Johnno's coming!

- Get back! Go on!

Open your desks.

Thank you, Mr Capone.

A Wolsey.

It's a long time

since I've seen one of these.

What have I told you

about bringing guns in?

- Not to, sir.

- That's right.

Again I have to tell you.

You never seem to learn.

And what about bullets?

I didn't tell you to shut your desks,

did I?

If you'd have fired this gun,

you would have shot your head off.

I want every gun on my desk. Now!

Move!

Thanks!

This place is massive.

You don't miss a trick,

do you, Derek?

It's a smashing car.

Oi, you smoke, don't you?

Help yourself.

Nah, that's alright.

I could do with a car like this.

Get in.

Niv's had some pretty close scrapes

in this.

You'll never take me alive!

Watch what you're doing, Del!

- You'll have the bogeys down on us.

- Maybe worse than that, pal.

What the f***

do you think you're playing at?

Just visiting, Niv.

It's past your bedtime,

little brother.

We're not f***ing playing games

down here, you know!

- What shall we do with him?

- Dip him in the river.

- The river it is.

- Niv!

- F***!

- Who are you?

This is my mate, Derek.

- Niven. Big Cecil.

- Ce-cil.

Get out of the car.

Get out!

- So you're Derek, are you?

- Yeah.

Pleased to meet you.

Store's open, Derek. Help yourself.

He said to wish you happy birthday.

Oh,... isn't that nice?

Well, he got the brand right.

- What's wrong?

- They're stolen.

- He's given me stolen cigarettes.

- You can't be sure, Will.

- Yeah?

- Is Derek in?

- He's in Croydon. Who are you?

- Chris Craig.

- A pal of his are you, Chris?

- Yeah. You might say that.

I'll go up town,

see if I can find him.

- Were you with him last night?

- Anything wrong in that?

I dunno, it depends

what you got up to.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Don't take that tone with me.

- You're off your rocker.

- Derek's been ill all his life,

and it's given us a lot of trouble.

We don't want any more.

Surely you don't think

I'll get him into trouble?

You keep out of Derek's way.

Don't call here for him again.

Off you go.

There we go.

Spend all that money

building a f***ing flying saucer

just to show us

how great the future is!

And we've still got

bleeding rationing!

What right have they to spend

so much of the taxpayers' money

just to tell us

how great everything is?

Money ought to be

in people's pockets.

Where we can get at it.

Here's your pal.

What's doing then?

- Hark the coruscated oriole!

- Get off! It cost a bomb!

Style don't come cheap, Derek.

In your case

it might prove exorbitant.

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