The Lavender Hill Mob Page #3

If I had gold to deal with...

- Yes?

- Ah, an idle dream.

- Must be a big responsibility.

- No, not really.

If anyone did rob our van, well,

it's virtually impossible to dispose

of stolen bullion,

In this country, at any rate.

Yes. Oh, yes, I imagine so.

But if it could be smuggled abroad...

What a hope. Well, I wouldn't say

it's out of the question.

Saying one had the means

of melting the stuff down.

In the kitchen stove?

What a job.

Oh, of course not.

It would mean taking

on a partner.

Ah, Risky.

Bringing other people in.

That would be essential,

in any case.

No one person could rob

our van unaided.

You mean,

he'd need accomplices?

Precisely.

A gang.

A gang?

Not so easy to come by.

Oh, I don't know.

With gold sitting

on the continental black market...

At two and a half times

its standard price?

I mean, quite a few people

would be willing to chance an arm

for half a million.

Yes, but how...

How would you get your gold

across to the continent?

Well.

Supposing one had

the right sort of partner,

In the form of, uh, shall we say...

Eiffel Tower paperweights?

By Jove, Holland, it's a good job.

We are both honest men.

It is indeed, Pendlebury.

Come in.

Oh, there you are, Holland.

Come in and sit down.

Well, Holland, you've been quite

the subject of discussion lately.

Don't look so worried, man.

I've managed to persuade

the chief cashier to give you a leg up.

A leg up, sir? Promotion.

You're going up

to foreign exchange.

No more uncomfortable journeys

in that dreary van.

But, sir... now, now,

nonsense, nonsense, nonsense.

Don't bother to thank me, man.

I told abercrombie that you can start

with him next monday.

- But I can't, sir!

- Why not?

Because, um...

Because... I'm too old

to change my views now, sir.

Ah, one's never too old

to better oneself.

Think what you can do

with an extra 15 shillings a week!

But sir, I like the bullion office.

It holds all I ever wished for.

The trouble with you, Holland,

if I may speak frankly,

Is that you

haven't enough ambition.

When a good opportunity comes along,

grab it with both hands!

It may not occur again.

Very good, sir.

I'll follow your advice.

So it's now or never.

Friday's delivery. This week.

Three days to go.

Two desperadoes to find.

- Bait.

- Bait?

I said, bait. Trap 'em!

Mr. Pendlebury?

- Hello, Mr. Pendlebury!

- Hello!

Why, good evening. Ha!

By Jove, what a bit of luck!

Just the man I wanted to see.

What's the trouble? That safe in my office.

Something's gone wrong with the lock.

I'll send a man round tomorrow.

I wish you would. It worries me a little,

Leaving the staff wages there overnight.

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