2 9 Continued •

DOUG (CONT'D)

Cars are his religion. He can drive

a Valiant in the States but I can't

drive a Vantage because they won't

tolerate the emissions. Well, it's

too late now, that's Concorde.

SHOT OF CONCORDE'S WHEELS TOUCHING DOWN

30 EXT. AIRPORT -- DAY

Hands and his sidekick Rosebud are coming out of the sliding

glass doors towards Doug who's now standing by the car with

his arms crossed. Hands is quite clearly looking for a car.

DOUG

How about a hug for your old cousin

Doug?

He stops looking for his car and focuses on Doug.

• HANDS

Fuck off you fat bald bastard - and

where's my car?

31 EXT. BOOKIES

The black guys are sitting in the car still. The occasional

squeak comes from the dog.

VINNY

How am I going to get it out?

SOL

He'll probably cough it up.

VINNY

Do you think he'll be alright?

Sol shrugs.

SOL

Hope not.

TYRONE

What are we waiting for?

SOL

We are waiting for a man carrying a

case.

(

TYRONE

Why?

(CONTINUED)

31 Continued:

SOL

Because the deal is that we give the

Russian the case and we keep the

money.

He rubs his fingers symbolically together

TYRONE

What's in the case?

Sol turns round to talk to Tyrone.

SOL

Fuckin 'ell Tyrone you ask a lot of

questions. You concentrate on the

driving okay?

He turns back just as a MAN is stepping into the bookies: he

is carrying a case.

SOL (CONT'D)

Shit, was that him?

. ' VINNY

Don't ask me, you're the one supposed

to keep an eye on it. How many

fingers did he have?

SOL

Are you serious? I am sorry but I

couldn't get the binoculars out in

time.

VINNY

Well let's not stand on ceremony,

let's start the show.

They get out of the van and go up to the bookies, leaving

Tyrone in the van. There's a double set of glass doors.

Sol pushes them open, and Vinny walks in first, while Sol

hangs back with the shotgun.

32 INT. BOOKIES -- DAY

Inside is the MAN with the case, busy filling in a slip, and

TWO CLERKS behind the betting counter. Vinny doesn't mince

around and goes straight to the counter, where the HEAD CLERK

PAULINE, comes up to help.

PAULINE

Yes sir, how can I help?

(CONTINUED)

32 Continued:

VINNY

You can start by giving me all your

money.

PAULINE

Does Sir know who this bookies belongs

to?

VINNY

It. belongs to me now.

Vinny then leans over the counter to get menacing. Pauline

looks more than a little concerned

VINNY (CONT'D)

If you know what's good for...

He is cut short, as Pauline triggers a button under the

counter and a security screen comes flying up at a very rapid

rate of knots protecting all the counters. This has the

unfortunate consequence of taking Vinny with it. Poor Vin

is shot straight to the ceiling, all we can see is half a

body and his desperately searching for ground legs. Needless

to say this leaves Sol in a bit of a bewildered state. He's

looking the wrong way at the critical moment and is left

wondering what happened, not having seen Vince impaled on

the ceiling. Sol extracts the enormous shotgun.

SOL

Vince? Vince??

He spins round looking for his colleague. A muffled noise

tells him to look up. ,

SOL (CONT'D) .

What are you doing Vince? And what

the fuck are you doing up there?

A few groans emanate from the other side of the counter.

Sol panics some more, and decides that emergency action is

called for. .

SOL (CONT'D)

I have got your man out here. If

you don't put down the screen I'll

blow his fucking head off! You hear

me?

PAULINE (O.S.)

I don't care, you can do what you

like he's not related to me.

SOL

You think you can try me?

(CONTINUED)