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- You checked this out?

- Uh-huh.

- You watched him go to work,

saw his routine?

- Yeah.

- What's his job?

- He works in a bank.

This guy's unemployed.

- No, he's not.

- Look at the desk. He's unemployed.

People who have jobs don't have

this kind of sh*t in their homes.

He's either unemployed

or he's a student.

Which means he could

be back any f***ing second.

What the f*** is that?

You should recognize it, dole boy.

His f***ing U.B. 40, you ass. You didn't

check this out. We're going now.

- We're not gonna take anything?

- No, we're not gonna take anything.

I don't feel like scrounging off some

poor dole head. F*** it. No offense.

None taken.

-[ Key Clinks ]

- Let's go to someplace I've checked.

[ Doorbell Buzzing ]

Hi. Make yourself at home.

I'll be done in just a minute.

[ Footsteps ]

- Nice place.

- Thanks.

Feel a bit funny about it, since

someone's been going through my stuff.

- Sort of creepy.

- What'd they take?

Books, my camera, CDs.

[ Chuckles ]

They even took a bag from my

cupboard to take it away in.

Apparently that's standard.

It must be terrible,

losing all that stuff.

Insurance'll cover most of it.

It's personal stuff that's worse.

- "Personal stuff?" Like what?

- They, um, rifled through my underwear.

Sh*t. Why would

they do that?

Come on. You know the kind of kinky,

voyeuristic sh*t men get into.

[ Chuckles ] I'm sorry.

I'm not into any of that.

One other thing they did was

they took one of my earrings.

They didn't take the pair. They took one

just to really f*** me off.

You probably misplaced

the other one.

I know.

I had them on my dresser,

and I came back

and there was just one.

- So you just wear one now.

- It gives me something to talk about.

I'll, uh-- I'll go

and get some clothes on.

[ Door Closes ]

[ One Note ]

[ Cobb ]

Bill?

- Saucy, eh?

- [ Chuckles ]

Haven't found a bag yet?

- This is her flat.

- Yeah, she's a fox.

- She's got pictures

of herself everywhere.

- Yeah, she looks good.

Look at this stuff.

Mmm. Mmm, you should take

some of this stuff.

- No way.

- Suit yourself.

I'm gonna take something.

Look at her.

She's a babe.

Bingo.

[ Piano:
Discordant Notes ]

Why does she have

so many pictures of herself?

I think she's a model.

She's certainly vain.

Is that about it?

Yeah, I guess that covers

the useful stuff.

Not much else. Stereo's too big.

Piano-- definitely too big.

I think... I'lljust

misplace this for her.

- What is this place?

- Used to be offices.

- How'd you get the keys?

- Broke in, changed the locks.

It's owned by one of

those management places.

They never come around, and if

they do, they'lljust think

they've mixed up their keys.

Or eventually, they'll break in

and change the locks,

but I'll be long gone by then.

London's full of

these dead spaces.

Above restaurants or shops,

whole buildings.

- Do we leave the stuff here?

- No, that's your job.

- You hang on to it until I

let you know we're ready to fence it.

- Okay.

Unless...you want to try

to sell it yourself and give me

half of what you get for it.

I wouldn't know

what to do with it.

Look, I was hard on you

at that last place,

but you've got to understand,

I won't let anybody put me at risk.

- It's dangerous enough already.

- Sure.

- An early supper, I think.

- No, I really can't afford it.

- It's covered.

- Yeah?

Okay.

Authentic? I don't know,

but I like it.

You keep on coming in here.

- I know. I like it.

- Why? I don't know.

Well, no, I do know why.

- Why?

- Because there's no windows,

and because it's dark,

and nobody can see you

in the alcoves.

And so, perhaps the bald guy

wouldn't come past.

- Maybe.

- Maybe. Maybe this is where...

you bring all the guys

you go out with,

because you know

that he's, uh,

not just gonna be

walking by, popping in.

-[ Clears Throat ]

- Maybe.

Maybe. Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]

I thought it was over between you two.

It is.

So how come you still go

to basement bars then...

so that you can't

be seen by him?

- Because, as I've told you before--

- You're afraid of him,

-because he's... dangerous.

- Because he's dangerous.

Dangerous how? How dangerous?

You keep saying he's dangerous.

You never explain to me

why you're so afraid of him.

Okay.

He came around to my flat

with a couple of his...

associates, and...

I didn't really know what all this was

about until this other guy arrived...

- Mm-hmm.

- who apparently owed them some money.

- They didn't like this very much,

so they got a hammer,

- [ Grunting ]

they held him down and smashed

every single one of his fingers.

[ Man Screaming ]

[ Screaming Continues ]

And then they

smashed his skull.

[ Screaming Stops ]

Someone get me

a tea towel or something.

[ Chuckles ]

You're joking with me.

No.

- You're not joking with me.

- Uh-uh.

This is why you don't

go out with him anymore.

- Isn't it?

- No. No, no.

That's because he made

a mess on my carpet.

- That's not funny. [ Chuckling ]

- Yeah.

I know.

How on earth did you get to fall in

with somebody like this?

- [ Scoffs ]

- That's not the sort of fella...

- Change the subject.

- I would've thought you'd

normally associate with.

What were you doing?

Were you, um, [ Clears Throat ]

working for him at the time?

That is none of your business.

I think you better find someone else

to start telling you little stories.

Oh, come on.

I was just joking.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Chuckling ]

[Whispering ]

Bingo.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Sighs ]

Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag.

F***!

Oh,Jesus f***ing Christ.

Think, think, think, think,

think, think, think, think, think.

You're developing

a taste for it.

The violating, the voyeurism--

it's definitely you.

- I think not.

- I think so.

I think before long you'll have

developed a taste for the things

that go with the proceeds.

-Such as?

- Well, all this.

Do you make all your money

through burglary?

No, not all of it. In fact,

you're gonna pay for this.

I told you, I can't afford

to pay for this.

It won't really be you.

It'll be D. Lloyd that pays for this.

I thought I'd give you the pleasure

of pretending to pay.

- What am I supposed to do with this?

- Sign it.

- "Sign it?"

- Sign it.

In your own handwriting. Then you can

do anything you want with it.

D. Lloyd.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckling ] Are you ever worried

about being caught?

Why else would I do it?

Besides, I'm not gonna get caught.

- What, you've thought it all through?

- I've thought it all through.

This is only

the tip of the iceberg.

I would do things that

you don't even believe.

- Such as?

- Example.

Sometimes when I'm watching

a flat I'll see that the owners

are about to go on holiday.

I'll wait till they're gone,

then move in for a week or two.

- You've gotta be joking.

- No. It happens a lot more

than you believe.

How do you know when

they're gonna be back?

- It's almost always marked

on the kitchen calendar.

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