Pawn Page #2

The safe is back in the office.

After you.

- Go on!

- Yup.

It's all yours, Bill.

- There it is.

- Open it.

Today, you mug-

Back away.

That, you cheeky bastard,

is not the safe I'm looking for.

Where's the cash safe?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

if at some point I've given you

the impression that I don't know

exactly what's going on

around here,

or that I'm some thick c*nt

you mess about, I apologize.

Now, where's the safe?

The real one.

The one that says you get

to keep your good f***ing leg.

Open it.

- Can't do it.

- Excuse me?

I can't open it.

It's on a time lock.

I can't open it until midnight.

That's God's truth.

F***.F***! F***!

F***!

Keep an eye on 'em.

What's going on?

It was meant to be a quick in and out.

Safe's on a time lock.

F*** off.

Are you sure?

Well, it says time lock

on the door, so, yeah.

I'm pretty f***ing sure.

- What time's it set for?

- Midnight.

Midnight.

I suppose that's why

he told you to pull this

at two minutes before

f***ing midnight.

It's 30 minutes away.

What do you want to do?

- We're gonna sit tight. Wait it out.

- You're joking.

I'm not leaving

without emptying that safe.

And what happens

if someone comes in?

- Like who?

- Like customers.

We keep the doors locked,

put the closed sign up.

It's not exactly

brain surgery, is it?

This is not what we planned.

If you've got a problem, Bill,

trot on. I'll have your share.

Okay.

And then we're out.

It's okay.

- We've got trouble.

- What now?

- Cops.

- How many?

Who gives a f***?

A f***ing cop, we gotta go.

- There's only one.

- What's he doing?

Singing f***ing show tunes. he's a cop.

We gotta get outta here now.

He's standing outside

his cruiser smoking a fag.

Cops come in here all the time.

It's a diner.

Right.

Then let's give him

the warm and friendly f***ing

"Be Brite" experience then,

shall we?

It's business as usual.

You and you

back behind the counter.

- What?

- Chef and your mates,

back in the kitchen.

Let's go.

And to all you nice people,

back to your dinner.

Back to chitchat,

back to coffee,

whatever it is that

you'd normally be doing

if I wasn't here

f***ing up your day.

On your feet,

back to your tables.

I can't do this.

Hey, look at me.

Yes, you can.

Let's go! Come on!

Come on!

Bill, I'm gonna need you

in the kitchen

in case the chef decides

to get knife-happy.

- Where are you gonna be?

- Behind the counter

- in case the old boy gets lively.

- Okay.

Oh, Christ.

Eh, Bonnie, is it?

Darling, if you're crying

when someone comes in here,

they're gonna think something's wrong.

Now, you wouldn't want someone

to get hurt, would you?

- No.

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