That Sinking Feeling Page #5

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Everything's worked out.

15th floor. Be here in a minute.

What's he gonnae do?

His driver always has tea from a flask.

He'll put something in it, knock him out.

- The van's his.

- What's he gonnae knock...

How are you, boys?

What's he gonnae knock him out with?

Chemicals. A special mixture.

Bobby knows what he's doing.

Don't worry. It's guaranteed.

Is the van driver guaranteed

to wake up again?

Aye, Bobby knows the score.

Two days' notice he wants?

That makes it Wednesday night.

OK, tell the boys

we hit Martin's on Wednesday night.

All right then?

Wednesday.

Tuesday.

- Wednesday.

- Are you sure?

Wednesday, Wednesday!

- Buy me a coffee, Simmy?

- Wed... en... sday!

It's Wednesday.

Pay attention, lads. We've got to know

all these signals for the big night.

Number one,

two arms waved across the chest

is the signal for 'start loading'.

Start loading!

Start loading.

I'll dae it again. Start loading.

Start loading.

So it's start loading?

We'll dae it again.

Start loading!

We're makin' good time today, Bob.

Only two drops to do.

Should be finished pretty sharp.

I'll sleep like a log tonight.

- What are you up to yourself?

- Wednesday?

- I've got my night school tonight.

- What are you learning?

- Chemistry.

- Oh, just the man.

Can you do love potions?

Maybe.

Could you do one for my wife?

Maybe.

Could you make her run away

wi' somebody else?

Hey!

Ronnie!

Ronnie!

Ronnie! Ronnie! Ronnie!

Ronnie! Ronnie!

Ronnie! Ronnie! It's me!

Don't jump! It's only me!

Davy, ya bastard, ye!

Are you tryin' tae kill me?

Come on.

Aye, come on.

I'm sorry if I gave you

a fright there, Ronnie.

It's an automatic reaction.

It comes with the training.

That's OK.

I can appreciate that.

Oh!

You've obviously got

the reactions of a tiger.

Oh, gee...

How are you? I havenae seen you

since we left school.

Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine.

You've grown a bit.

You used to be about...

I just sprouted in the past year.

Are you still playin' the violin?

No.

Are you workin' yourself?

No!

How's the gang?

What gang? I don't know any gangs.

If you're looking for a gang guy,

you've got the wrang guy.

I don't know any gangs, honest!

The boys!

- The boys?

- Aye, Simmy.

- Simmy?

- And Vic.

- Vic?

- And Wal.

Is he still up to his daft, old tricks?

Remember the time he wanted us

to break into Aldo's cafe

and steal all

his cheese and onion crisps?

That Wal's a bad yin

and he always has been.

No, we were just boys. Daft boys.

Do you want to see my whistle?

Aye.

Name, laddie.

This is my notebook.

Name!

Ronnie Munro.

No... fixed... abode.

That's Glasgow G40, isn't it?

Glasgow G40.

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