Brighton Rock

This film contains some violent scenes.

This film contains very strong language.

PHONE RINGS

Come on, Spicer.

Pick up the phone, you drunkard, curse on you.

You old drunk. Get off the fucking sofa, you old cow.

Come on, Spicer. I need the boys.

I'm in a bit of trouble here.

Fuck.

Hello?

Hello?

He's got two lads on his tail. Let's get out of here.

Come on.

GRUMBLES THREATS

YELLS

Kite should never have taken on Colleoni.

Without Kite, this mob's finished.

-I say we lay low.

-If we lay low, they'll stamp on us.

I say we hit back. Dallow?

No-one gets near Colleoni.

Then we carve his cronies.

Start with the cunt what stuck Kite.

What do you say, Spicer?

Pinkie, did you get a look at him?

Listen, Mr Colleoni.

It was an accident.

It's true.

Mr Colleoni?

WHISTLES "I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE THE SEASIDE"

If you purchase some,

you better be ready to use it.

The young have captured this ancient island and taken command

in a country where youth has always before

been kept properly in its place.

Suddenly, the young own the town.

Hello, Ida.

-Port and lemon.

-You were young once, you old ghost.

One minute they want the vote

and the next minute the feckless little gobshites

are tearing up the south coast.

Bring back the birch, that's what I say.

You want to take care.

First Hastings then Margate. Brighton'll be bleeding next.

Give us a moment, sweetheart.

Right you are, Ida.

Fancy a dance, girl?

Hello, Fred.

Usual?

Yes. Just a quickie.

Port and lemon.

Not having one yourself?

No. I've had enough. Don't want to be sleepy.

What is it this time?

I'm in dutch, you know.

-How much?

-90 or 80.

-I haven't got it.

Fancy some lunch?

-What was it? Dogs or gee-gees?

-It's complicated.

It's that bad, is it?

Come for a bite, please.

Old times.

You don't look well.

-You're not sick, are you?

-Come to lunch, please.

-I need the company.

-Why don't you have a bite here?

Bill can make you a sandwich. You can make a sandwich.

-I can make him a sandwich.

-No, thanks.

Best be getting on.

Thanks anyway.

CHATTER

Ready? One, two, three.

Yes.

Do you want a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Fuck off then.

Give us a stick of rock.

Cigarette?

No, thanks.

You down for the day, are you?

-On a break from Snow's.

-That's nice.

-Are you gonna sit on your own all day?

-I got to get back in a minute.

You fancy a stroll?

-We can pop up the prom and I'll buy you an ice-cream.

-I can't be late back from lunch.

-I'm Fred, by the way.

-Rose.

Fancy a drink?

You're very kind but I better get back.

Never mind. I'll walk you. I know Snow's.

There you are, Fred.

This is my new friend Rose.

I'm pleased to meet you. Where are we going?

-We're going for something to eat.

-I've got to get back.

-I know a good place.

-Does it do sundaes? She loves sundaes.

The best sundaes.

Forget it. Rose likes splits best.

Let's go, Fred.

-I said let's move it.

-Say cheese!

Lovely. You have been Pom-Pommed.

Whatever you do, don't lose the slip.

No slip, no photo. Pomp-Poms, just there.

HE YELLS

We was only supposed to carve him.

Just enough to let Colleoni know we ain't finished.

-He knows.

-You're a runner, Pinkie.

You don't do nothing without our say-so.

If we meant to kill him, we'd have done it ourselves.

Spicer, did the bird get a good look?

She got more than a good look. She got a bloody photograph!

-That ain't the kid's fault.

-Whose fault is it?

Lousy seaside snap wouldn't matter if it wasn't accessory to murder.

Christ al-fucking-mighty. We could hang for this.

-We better get hold of that photo.

-Oh, well done.

-Before anyone else does.

-Brilliant.

Pinkie, you'll get hold of the photograph, won't you?

-Why me?

-You're a pickpocket.

Don't be soft, I ain't got the slip.

No slip, no photo. Everyone knows that.

So snatch the slip.

CHATTER

THUDS

-Can I help you, sir?

-I wanna order.

You're late for lunch.

I don't want lunch. I want a cup of tea.

Would you mind sitting at one of the tables laid for tea?

This table suits me.

I think it does. It's right next to the door you'll be leaving through

as soon as you've finished.

-And a plate of biscuits.

-Rose.

-Sorry to keep you waiting, sir.

-That's all right.

Miss Arnold just gave me a lecture.

I wouldn't mind but it wasn't my fault

I was late back from lunch.

A man on the pier.

Sorry, I get nervous and I talk too much.

Out for a stroll?

-Sorry?

-You and your boyfriend?

I never seen him before my life.

I was on my lunch break and a friend of his turned up and he ran off.

Why would someone do that?

Some fellas don't know how to treat a girl.

You're like me. Old-fashioned.

Am I?

You and me got a bit in common.

You're the kind of girl I like.

I like a girl who's friendly.

Some of them freeze you.

They freeze me.

You're sensitive. That's what that is.

Like me.

You and me should go out one evening.

Go to the pictures.

-What's your name?

-Rose.

-CLEARS THROAT

-Rose.

-I'm Pinkie.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Your tea...

-We've been talking and I had an appointment at 4:30.

-Sorry, you should have stopped me.

-That's all right.

I liked it.

It's only ten to anyway. What time do you get off?

We don't close until half-past six. Except on Sundays.

What about tonight?

-Quarter to eight?

-Oh.

-Unless you got other plans.

-No.

Tonight then.

Pavilion Gardens.

You and me got things in common.

Rose.

Pinkie.

Thank you, Pinkie.

Stick it on your wall and pray.

You're a Roman, ain't you?

This?

Told you we have things in common.

I'm a Roman too.

I used to be in the choir.

Do you go to Mass?

-But you believe though.

-Course I do.

It's the only thing that makes any sense.

Them atheists got it all wrong.

Course there's a hell.

Flames. Damnation.

And torment.

And a heaven too, Pinkie.

Heaven?

Maybe.

MUSIC: "I'll Never Stop Loving You" by Doris Day

Want to dance?

Yes, Pinkie.

Come on then.

You ever been in love?

Oh, yes.

You would say that.

You're green.

You don't know what people do.

You can keep doing that.

If you like it.

Don't be soft.

Did I do something wrong?

-Let's go.

-It's him.

-Who?

-The man on the pier, the one I told you about.

You sure? Maybe it looks like him.

It is him.

I never forget a face.

"Police... appeal for witnesses."

One minute he was sitting on the pier just here and now...

-What now?

-I almost forgot.

A man from Pom-Poms took a photo.

All three of us. Me and Hale and the other man.

I've still got the slip.

-I don't understand.

-You lost it?

-It was in my coat pocket.

-You must have dropped it.

-I put it right here.

-It must have fallen out.

-I buttoned it.

-Never mind.

-There'll be a picture in the window.

-Never mind!

He was frightened, Fred Hale.

So what?

He probably owed the other bloke money.

It happens all the time.

Chances are the other geezer was a bookie.

Did he look like a bookie to you? The other fellow?

I wouldn't know.

You probably didn't get a good look at him then.

Oh, yes, I got a memory for faces.

I like you.

So I'm going to warn you.

This bloke, Hale, I heard he was mixed up in stuff.

-What stuff?

-Never mind what stuff.

You heard of Peggy Baron, right?

You must have, it was in all the papers.

She got herself mixed up with a mob.

-They come after her.

-What happened to her?

She wouldn't keep her mouth shut.

So they splashed acid in her face.

She lost an eye.

Acid?

Sulphuric acid.

It burns.

Smell it.

I'm only pulling your leg. It's nice. It's just spirit.

I had to warn you, that's all.

You and me are friends.

Well, I wouldn't want a friend with her face burned off, would I?

You tell me if anyone asks any questions. Anyone.

You get me on the blower straight off.

Brighton 33945.

You have to swear to me, you'll keep your mouth shut.

I swear.

Spot of bother?

No bother.

She's safe.

No bet she's safe.

She loves me.

She loves me not.

What do you want?

Don't you talk to me like that.

You're just a kid. I run this mob now.

I got experience. I put in the years.

-It's a lot of years.

-Maybe. But I got nous.

-RADIO:

-"Brighton police today intensified their hunt

for the killer of ex-naval officer Frederick Hale

with a county-wide appeal."

"The body of Mr Hale, who died with severe head injuries,

was found beneath Palace Pier in Brighton yesterday morning."

"Youth riots in Clacton -"

Pinkie.

-If that girl talks -

-She won't talk.

Not if she knows what's good for her.

Enjoy it.

Rose.

I want to have a word with you.

That man you met.

What man?

The bloke on the pier. The one who tried to pick you up.

Don't be shy. You were late for afternoon tea.

-I remember.

-What did he look like?

Ordinary.

-Skinny fellow?

-Not especially.

-Tattoos.

-I can't remember.

Is this him?

I wasn't wearing my glasses.

His name was Fred Hale.

He was a friend of mine.

A friend?

Yeah. Gentleman friend.

Nothing serious.

But I was fond of him.

Poor old Fred.

I'm sorry, Miss Arnold.

What's the matter? You don't look well, sweetheart.

Nothing. Nothing's the matter. I just -

I'm sorry to hear about your friend.

My father's not been well and I haven't been eating properly.

I should really get back to work.

-You go have a lie-down in my office.

-I should get back to afternoon tea.

I said have a lie down in my office.

HORSE RACING ON RADIO

I'm here to collect.

You?

Excuse me.

This is a top-notch business, it needs top-notch protection.

You lot's glory days are over.

Kite's mob. They couldn't even protect Kite.

I can't pay you both.

I would have been stabbed in the heart if I hadn't paid Colleoni.

Look around you. Colleoni is running things now.

Bigger and better than Kite ever could.

Take my advice, kid.

Clear out of Brighton.

Christ al-fucking-mighty. You're in the shit now.

I've got protection!

Look at him, Dallow. He's got protection.

That's so you know who's protecting you.

Expenses.

-Where next?

-Home.

We lay low until we're in the clear for Hale.

-Spicer's orders.

-Spicer's milky.

We lay low and they'll bury us alive.

There's betting shops opening all over town.

-Colleoni's betting shops.

-It's our town, isn't it?

Colleoni's boys.

That squealer Corkery.

Fuck.

You know better than Spicer, Cubitt.

I don't know about you, but I could do with the exercise.

Leave it to me.

No, I ain't running.

Get out the way.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello.

-Pinkie?

-Who wants him?

Who is this?

It's Rose.

There's no Pinkie here.

Is this Brighton 33945?

You've got the wrong number.

There appears to have been some mistake.

Mr Colleoni is expecting someone... older.

His boys tried to nab me.

If talking is what he wants, he might as well talk to me.

-I doubt Mr Colleoni -

-He can talk to me.

Who sent you?

You did.

I mean who's running your mob, if Kite's dead.

I am.

Something funny?

-What happened to Hale?

-What happened to Kite?

There's a difference.

-I don't see no difference.

-You don't see much.

Kite was an accident.

People make mistakes.

Now.

As it stands, bogies have turned a blind eye

to our little... contretemps.

But if I give the signal...

Gambling is a legitimate business now.

I keep it clean.

And tidy.

-They like it that way.

-Then you better stop trespassing.

It ain't healthy.

I like you.

You're a promising young man.

That's why I'm talking to you like a father.

You need a job, you come to me.

You can't damage a business like ours.

I could damage you.

Mr Corkery has been complaining.

You don't do that again. Not here.

Brighton's on the move.

She's not what she used to be.

And you, whoever you think you are, you won't last.

I haven't even started.

What do you want?

Hello. Got a warrant?

Bogies.

Doing Colleoni's job for him.

Are you seriously telling me you are running Kite's gang now?

What good is a young lad like you up against the Colleoni mob?

How much is he paying you?

Right.

Let's talk about Hale.

I'm looking into things.

Motives.

Bully for you.

Kite was like a father to you.

-You got nothing on me.

-Yet.

But sooner or later, someone is going to talk.

And when they do, I'm going to put a rope

around your scrawny little neck.

And drop you through a trapdoor.

And bury you in fucking lime.

He came to me for help.

A girl feels sorry for a geezer.

Don't have to get mixed up in things.

Someone's got to.

It's the least you can do for anyone is ask questions.

I'd do the same for you.

Would you?

Course I would.

Who is this Kite fellow that you say Fred got into a fight with?

Who was Kite?

I telephoned you just like you said.

To tell you someone was asking questions.

The man who answered sounded just like -

Come on, we're going for a walk.

You're saying that of one of Kite's boys killed my Fred.

I don't know that, Ida.

Neither do you.

All you can do is walk away that's what I'm saying.

Walk away, Ida, for Christ's sake.

You're frightened.

-I ain't frightened of a kid.

-Kid?

What kid?

-Who's been asking questions?

-Ida Arnold who runs Snow's.

She said Fred was a gentleman friend.

What did you tell her?

I told her I never saw him before.

I don't think I should go back to Snow's.

Of course you go back.

If you quit now, it'll look bad.

Besides, Fred Hale died natural.

You said he was mixed up with the mob.

Come on.

Stop blabbing your mouth off.

If you keep blabbing your mouth off, geezers will come after you.

I'm trying to help you. Why can't you understand that?

I do.

If it weren't for you...

I trust you, honestly. I do.

I wouldn't trust anyone that far.

Scared?

Not when I'm with you.

(JEERING OUTSIDE)

-(RADIO)

-"After youth riots up and down the south-east coast of England

"residents are warned police anticipate a weekend of violence

"as scooter riding Mods clash with rival gang the Rockers."

Spot of bother, Spicer?

You're clearing out.

I thought the filth had got you.

-I thought -

-You thought what?

I didn't know what to think.

Why didn't you bring me Rose's message?

I came looking for you as soon as she called.

I saw two plainclothes coppers pick you up outside the Cosmopolitan.

You're too old for this life.

-This life?

-This racket.

You get nervous. You drink too much.

And then you mess things up.

First with the photo.

Then on the blower to Rose.

Now she thinks we're pals.

You should have dealt with her. I told you time and time again.

-No bitch is safe.

-Not with you about.

It ain't my fault.

I can't take the strain.

That's why I thought I'd go on holiday.

Just go somewhere.

Retire.

You're not going anywhere.

You're staying here where I can keep an eye on you.

You've got me wrong, Pinkie.

If I was going to rat on you, I'd have done it by now.

You don't want to be threatening me.

What do you want, Spicer?

You want to run this mob, you got to buy me out.

Or?

-I talk.

-You talk, we'll hang.

I never touched Fred Hale, Pinkie.

There's a little pub up north.

In Nottingham.

The Blue Anchor.

I've looked into it.

She serves a lovely pint.

All I need is my cut.

I worked my whole life for this racket.

I deserve a slice of it.

You can trust me, Pinkie.

You got to trust me.

Way I see it, you got no choice.

You're right.

I've got no choice.

I want to talk to Mr Colleoni.

Tell him it's Mr Brown.

I've been thinking things over.

I want to accept your offer of a joint operation.

Certain people are a liability.

To all of us.

You have your boys wait under the Palace Pier.

I'll give the signal.

Hand him a stick of rock.

Something to remember Brighton by.

(HE LAUGHS AND PUTS RECEIVER DOWN)

Mr Colleoni?

(JEERING)

I wouldn't trust Dallow or Cubitt with this.

They're too tasty.

I might as well tell you, I'm making peace with Colleoni.

I'm all for peace. I always have been.

That's what I'm going to arrange. A peace that lasts.

You can't get me out of Brighton a moment too soon.

(JEERING)

First we'll meet Colleoni's boys. Then you get your cut.

Very generous. It'd be an honour.

I always said Kite was right to take you on.

You ought to see that pub. You'd be welcome.

Nottingham's a fine town.

The air is fine and you couldn't ask for a better bitter

than you get at the Blue Anchor.

Forgot, you don't drink. Still, you'd always be welcome.

Well, this is it.

Goodbye, Spicer.

What I about Colleoni, aren't you and I going to...?

Here.

A little souvenir to remember Brighton by.

Pinkie!

(YELLS)

Help me.

It's him.

Not me. It's him.

It's him!

They're everywhere.

(PRAYS RAPIDLY)

I offered him a partnership.

Fair and square.

I brung him Frank Spicer and he done him in just as we agreed.

Only he tried to do me in too.

Just when the bogies had their hands full.

-(IDA)

-Rose!

-You better go before she finds you.

There isn't time to pray.

Not properly.

-Not when they mean to murder you.

-I won't let them get you.

You can trust me.

Pinkie.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Rose?

I was just looking for the mop.

In the dark?

You stay away from us, you old bitch.

(SIRENS)

Fuck me. What happened to Spicer?

It was Colleoni.

They waited until the fighting started

and then they got Spicer on the front.

They nearly got me too.

But Spicer's in his room.

I heard him just now.

Come back for your precious booze?

I thought you were dead.

You must have heard me when you come in.

You weren't going to clear out without saying goodbye, were you?

Without letting me know you're alive.

I got away.

Don't forget your going-away present.

I came as soon as I could.

I'm so sorry.

Never thought I'd live in fear of anything.

Except the atom bomb.

Certainly not a bunch of kids.

One kid.

You had a fright, Ida.

Still...

-It's all over now.

-It's not over.

It's not over by a long chalk.

You let me in this flat, Rose Wilson.

What happened that day on the pier?

Come on. You can talk to me.

There's no need to be scared.

I'm not scared.

Course you're not, you're sweet on him.

-You poor fool.

-What do you know?

-You're throwing your life away.

-(THUMPING)

-(MAN)

-Rose?

You gotta go.

Listen, I threw Fred Hale to the wolves.

I'm not going to do the same thing to you.

-Please.

-Come on. You can talk to me.

-I can't.

-(THUMPING)

-Rose?

There'll be other boys. Believe me. I should know.

It's a good old world out there if you don't weaken.

-Rose!

-Please go.

Your boy is a murderer.

Don't have any proof yet but I think you do.

I got nothing.

I think you know more than you're letting on.

Either you talk to the police

or you're an accessory after the fact. Do you understand?

It means if they hang him, they'll hang you.

-Pinkie's not a murderer.

-Pinkie?

So that's his name.

You tell that to the police if you want to keep your job.

-I don't.

-Of course you do, you silly girl.

-Stuff your job.

-(THUMPING)

-Rose!

You don't care what happens to me.

And you think he does?

Pinkie.

(RECITES "HAIL MARY")

-(RADIO)

-"Riots up and down the south east coast

"would make it impossible to repeal capital punishment

"in this country at this time.

"In such a state of lawlessness, the opposition leader went on to say,

"the death penalty represents our last line of defence."

-It won't wash. Not with the filth.

-It'll wash.

Inflammation of the throat is what happens when you drown.

Two tanks of booze in his bloodstream and a suicide note in his pocket.

No-one can say any different.

Not even you.

I want out.

You took a stiff for a drive down the coast.

That makes you an accessory.

Both of you.

You told me he was killed.

Not here.

Wait till we're alone.

By Colleoni's mob.

So what?

What's got you?

I said, what's got you?

I want you to tell me the truth.

Do it, if you're going to do it.

Do what?

You know what.

There's two men dead.

Somehow you're mixed up in it.

If you could only trust me.

Why won't you trust me?

Let go of me. I'll scream!

-You're a good girl.

-I don't want to be good!

You're good.

And I'm bad.

We're made for each other.

-Do you mean it, Pinkie?

-Of course I do.

-We're made for each other?

-I said so, didn't I?

Do you know what this means?

It means you'll never fink on me.

It means I'll never let you down.

Never, never, never.

What do you get out of this?

A life.

Be careful, Pinkie.

He gets moods.

I thought maybe...

..50 quid might be of use to you.

We don't want your money.

Take it or leave it.

You get out of here.

We don't want no truck with you never.

100.

I couldn't let Rose go.

Not to a complete stranger.

Not for 100 Guineas.

125.

How do I know you'd treat her right?

150.

-She's too young.

-Not with your consent.

-200.

-You've had my final offer.

You can't do nothing without my say-so.

Well, I'm not all that keen.

-175.

-I'll be seeing you.

150.

You'll have to sign this.

It's the letter of consent.

Give me that.

You going to pull out?

Am I the only one in this outfit with any brains?

Rose Wilson has hands on the lever of the trapdoor.

One word from her and we'll swing.

But you're a gent, though.

Others would have done things differently, but not you.

That girl's only alive because you've got heart.

Don't be a mug. I'm buying time, that's all.

Sure, Pinkie.

Where you been? You're late.

Excuse me.

I was late because I went to church.

To ask forgiveness.

You got to understand.

This isn't a real ceremony. Not like when the priest says it.

This is sin, Rose.

Mortal sin.

It'll be no good going to a church ever again.

Therefore, if any man can show any just cause

why they may not be lawfully joined,

let him now speak or forever hold his peace.

If the witnesses would come forward for the exchange of vows.

The ring?

-No ring?

-This ain't a church.

Restless youth.

The ravaged and disputed territory between the two eternities.

That's poetry.

Rose Wilson needs protection.

What ever you may think I am, Ms Arnold,

I'm a legitimate businessman.

What ever you may think I am, Mr Colleoni,

I'm no Brighton lady here on holiday.

Three sheets to the wind, looking for nothing better to do

than have my palm read

and dabble in a spot of amateur detection.

Pinkie Brown killed a man.

And he's going to be punished for it.

An eye for an eye.

He's going to suffer.

I don't care how much it costs.

With all due respect, Pinkie Brown is like any other angry young man.

Give him enough rope.

Putting Rose Wilson in the witness box

is the only legal way to get rid of Pinkie Brown.

He knows it and that puts that girl in...

..in the most grave danger.

Can we get one of those as a souvenir?

They don't cost much.

Don't be soft. What's the point in that?

If you don't want me, why don't you leave me alone?!

-What do you want me for?!

-Jesus Christ.

I'd rather drown.

You can have your record.

All right?

I said, you can have your record.

I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.

What do you want me to say?

Anything.

Say something to me.

All right.

You've asked me to make a record of my voice.

Here it is.

What you want me to say is I love you.

But I don't.

I hate you.

I hate the way you look.

I hate the way you talk.

I hate everything about you.

You make me sick.

God damn, you little bitch, why don't you just go back

from where you came from and leave me alone forever.

We don't even have a record player.

Don't touch me.

Fucking touch me and I'll carve your fucking face.

Where is he?

I asked for Colleoni.

Mr Colleoni is occupied.

Occupied.

That's a nice word. Occupied.

You're drunk.

If you're looking for a job, forget it.

What possible use could one of Pinkie's boys be to Mr Colleoni?

If you don't mind.

Run along, Phil.

This is woman's work.

I don't like this, Ida.

You don't have to like it. Just let me get on with it.

I'll be in the bar. If you need me, you know where I am.

He's with me.

I couldn't help hearing just now.

-You know Pinkie.

-Pinkie?

Yeah.

-Are you a friend of..?

-Pinkie's, yeah.

-Are you thirsty?

-That's it. Thirsty.

-Whisky, sweetheart?

-Whisky.

Could we have a couple of whiskies? Make that large.

Take it or leave it.

-I'll tidy the place up tomorrow.

-Don't touch anything.

For Christ's sake, take that hat off.

You're staying, aren't you?

You're scared.

Aren't you?

Me?

Poor, old Spicer.

I can't see a stick of Brighton Rock without thinking...

Carving's different.

Pinkie, he stops at nothing.

Now getting married.

-Married? Who's getting married?

-Pinkie, of course.

Who to?

-Not the girl from Snow's?

-Of course.

The fool.

He's no fool. He knows what's good for him.

If she chose to say a thing or two...

How did you know?

I want some air. It's stuffy in here.

Don't rush off. Have another whisky.

It's the central heating. It's not healthy.

Come on, sit next to me.

I can only apologise.

How much is it?

Pinkie's lot. Where can I find them?

"I love you, Pinkie."

"I don't care what you do, I love you forever."

"Wherever you go, I go too."

Hi, kid.

You got a visitor.

-Who?

-Your mum.

You. They said my mother was here.

I had to tell them something, didn't I?

I'll get Pinkie.

Get him. I want a word with him.

I don't let no-one bother him.

He's going to have plenty to bother him soon.

-He killed Frank Spicer.

-I know.

I know everything.

Do you?

Do you know your precious Pinkie

battered Fred Hale to death with a stone?

He choked Frank Spicer to death with a stick of Brighton Rock.

I need you to give evidence.

Stay away from me.

You're next in line.

No.

Spicer knew about Hale so Pinkie killed him.

You know about Hale and Spicer,

so what makes you think he won't kill you too?

-He loves me.

-He doesn't.

-He married me.

-Yeah.

But only because they can't make a wife give evidence

against her own husband.

Sweetheart.

I only want to help you.

Stop saying that.

I'll do anything.

-Anything.

-That's more like it.

You just leave us alone.

All right. No need to get agitated.

You're already an accessory.

If they take Pinkie, you think I care what happens to me?

I hope you're on the pill, love.

You don't want to have a murderer's baby.

What the hell are you doing here?

If you're bothering my girl...

They can't force her to give evidence but she can volunteer.

She won't.

She'll do whatever she damn well pleases

and there's bugger all you can do about it.

Because if you touch one hair on that girl's head,

there is nothing, nothing on this dear green earth

I will not do to make you suffer.

Her mum?

Her mum, Pinkie.

-Did Rose say that?

-She didn't say nothing.

We'll see.

-Nice dress.

-You like it?

I love it.

Give us another twirl.

Pinkie.

Yes, Rose?

I've done something awful.

Go on.

I took ten quid from the tin.

I'll pay it back as soon as I get a job.

Dallow says your mum's been.

She ain't much of a mother, Pinkie.

Only turns up when she wants something.

She's been talking.

-Who to?

-To the tart who runs Snow's.

Hale's bird.

If she's been talking, why not to the police?

She said she'd never let me down.

Never, never, never.

She married you, didn't she?

If she loves me, that'd make it easier.

She'd do anything I say.

I could take her Hastings way.

To the old lighthouse.

I trust her.

All the way.

I wouldn't trust anyone that far.

Not even you.

(BABY CRIES)

If it was mine...

If it was mine, I wouldn't leave it alone.

It ain't yours.

No, but it might be.

Everything will be all right.

Will it?

I promise.

Get dressed. I'm taking you out.

You look worried, Pinkie.

I'm not worried.

I've got it all straight.

In a box here.

(BABY CRIES)

What do you want to stop here for?

It's where you brought me our first night, remember?

Too many people here. Let's get some air.

Let's go for a ride in the country.

Can't we say goodbye to the pier first?

Goodbye?

I lied to you.

About my mum.

I didn't want to, Pinkie.

She knows. Ms Arnold, about Fred Hale.

And Frank Spicer.

I lied because I didn't want to worry you.

I think maybe you should worry.

I think maybe we should leave.

Tonight.

Together.

Do you believe me?

Saw her coming, did you?

I told you we should leave. She'll never give up.

I saw a ferret out by the track once.

She'd blow your cover, is that it? Is that why you confessed?

Doesn't matter one way or another. I'd find out and you knew it.

All the time you wondered what you had to do to cover your lie.

I told you I didn't want you to worry.

Get on.

I got to pack first, Pinkie.

We haven't got time for that.

You said so yourself, she'll never give up.

You saw a ferret once out by the track.

Why are we stopping?

You saw her on the pier. She'll never give up.

She'll keep hounding us and hanging on.

Waiting for us to slip up and one day it'll happen.

We'll be finished.

-She can't go on for ever.

-Yes, she can.

People don't change. It's like a stick of rock.

Bite it all the way down and you still read Brighton.

Read it.

"I love you, Pinkie."

"I don't care what you do."

"I love you forever."

"Wherever you go, I go too."

You mean that, don't you?

-Of course.

-Every word. With all your heart.

Do you mean it or don't you?

Can't we wait.

Until what? Until it's too late?

Remember, Rose.

What you said to me outside the cafe.

You said you'd never let me down.

Never, never, never.

Double rum.

Cubitt's been arrested on his way to the port.

It's only a matter of time before he tells the police what he told me.

-Where's that girl?

-How should I know?

You're the one who put the fear of God up him.

They was fine until you showed up. He was sweet on her.

It's your meddling that's tipped him over.

Anything happens to that girl, I blame you.

I put up the safety.

All you have to do is pull the trigger.

It isn't hard.

Put it in your ear. That'll hold it steady.

Go on.

Take it.

(ENGINE STUTTERS)

Fuck's sake.

You know where he's taken her and I can guess what for.

If you want to keep out of trouble, let me into this car.

What if I don't shoot?

Then I shoot myself. Do you want me to do it first?

No.

It won't hurt, Rose.

I promise.

Do you love me, Pinkie?

We wouldn't be together, would we?

Not if they hang me.

And you have to go on without me.

That's it.

There! There they are.

Rose!

Rose.

Get in the car.

It's no use. They got Cubitt.

You come with me. Get in the car.

(YELLS)

(SIZZLING)

-Pinkie.

-(YELLS)

Pinkie!

Pinkie.

Pinkie!

Pinkie.

Come on, Rose. Come on.

Come on, Rose.

Come on. Come away.

Come on, sweetheart.

What about the girl?

Poor little kid.

She thought he was in love with her.

And was he? In love?

What difference would that make?

It would show there was some good.

Phil.

I think it's a bleeding miracle

that nature should have planted love in every man jack of us.

And every woman.

Even though in some of us, it's as useless as an appendix.

I'm sorry, Ida.

No, you're right.

Let's celebrate.

Shall I get us a bottle of champagne?

Yes, a bottle of champagne.

And a room.

Blimey. Talk about miracles.

-It's expensive.

-It's all right, I'll settle it.

-A man likes to -

-Trust me, Phil...

I know what a man likes.

I don't care what anyone says.

You don't know a thing about love.

How can you persist in this delusion?

After what he tried to do to you.

(I should have pulled the trigger.)

I don't want your absolution.

I want to be with Pinkie.

What is going on over here?

Get back to your beds.

You believe in all that crap?

Of course I do.

Of course there's an hell.

What about heaven?

Saints. Miracles.

Miracles?

Maybe.

(PINKIE) "You've asked me to make a record of my voice."

"Here it is."

"What you want me to say is I love you."

(RECORD SKIPS) "I love you. I love you."

(REPEATS) "I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

MUSIC - "There's A Storm A-Coming" by Richard Hawley

# There's a storm a-coming

# You'd better run

# There's a storm a-coming

# Goodbye to the sun

# There's a ship that's sailing

# Out in the night

# There's a heart that's breaking

# I think it's mine

# There's a storm a-coming

# You'd better

# Run, boy, run... #

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