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- Crafty. [ Chuckling ]

- [ No Audible Dialogue ]

-Jesus f***ing Christ.

- What's wrong?

- The woman from the first flat

we broke into just walked in.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I am f***ing sure!

- Is she with the same bloke?

It's all right then.

- No.

- What if she sees us?

- She's with her partner.

She can't do anything.

I think that's one hell

of a chance to take.

What's she gonna say to us?

That we stole half a bottle

of red wine? Calm down.

- You mind if we skip dessert?

- Yes, I f***ing mind!

- She's coming this way.

- She's going to the loo.

- She saw me. She saw me.

- Oh, yeah?

- She recognizes us.

I think we should leave.

- Okay. We'll leave.

Not that we've got anything

to worry about...

except for you making

a f***ing twat out of yourself.

I really hate it when I don't get to

finish a good meal with a cup of coffee.

- Yeah, but--

- Don't f***ing say it!

She got a second look at me.

She recognized me. That sort

of thing makes me nervous.

If you're so worried about

your appearance, change it.

A new haircut, set of clothes,

your mother won't even recognize you.

Just because you broke into

people's homes doesn't mean

you need to look like a burglar.

[ Typewriter Keys Clacking ]

[ Typing Resumes ]

Everybody has a box.

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

- Yep?

- Hello. It's Bill.

Hello, Bill.

What can I do for you?

Not much.

It's about the stuff.

What about the stuff?

I've, uh, met this guy,

said he'd fence most of it.

I thought I'd have a go myself,

like you said.

I don't reckon I'll

get as much as you could.

But, uh, half of

whatever I get.

- How does that sound?

- Well, that sounds fine.

- Anything else?

- Yeah, I took your advice.

- What advice?

- About changing my appearance.

- I got my haircut. I'm all dressed up.

- With no place to go.

God, Bill, I wasn't being

entirely serious about that.

Yeah. I just feel better

this way.

- Safer, huh?

- Safer. I'll give you a ring

when I get the money.

Right.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Woman ]

What was all that about?

You. Your stuff, anyway.

He's gonna

deal with it himself.

Meaning?

Meaning he took the bait

and he's hooked.

He's gonna hang on to the stuff but

pretend to sell it, give me some money.

- You may even get most of it

back if you're lucky.

- [ Chuckles ]

God, it's perfect.

The photos worked.

I even got him to cut his hair

and change his clothes.

So, does that mean you'll tell me

where you hid my earring?

No. And I wouldn't wait

for your panties, either.

He's too embarrassed

to give those back too.

Sh*t. And did you have to

break my window?

Couldn't you have found

a key or something?

No, that would've been

three spare keys in a row.

Even Bill's not gonna

fall for that.

God, it was so embarrassing

when we went to his place.

Right under the mat just like

I told him. That's totally pathetic.

It was a new mat as well.

I think he bought this mat...

just so he could put

the key under it.

[Whispering ]

F*** it.

[ Both Grunting ]

[ Doorbell Buzzing ]

[ Woman Over Intercom ]

F*** off.

How do you know it was me?

Could have been your mother

you just told to f*** off.

- I meant it.

- Oh, come on. Let me in.

I've come to apologize.

- So, apologize.

- I haven't been

entirely honest with you.

- I'm doing a piece about burglaries.

- What?

I'm writing about burglaries--

about a friend of mine who

breaks into people's houses.

That's why I asked you

so many questions about your break-in.

I didn't tell you at the time 'cause

I didn't wanna upset you too much.

He's been breaking in and--

I haven't stolen anything.

l-- I just go along

Is that it?

Yes.

What's that got to do

with anything?

Now I've been honest with you.

I want you to return the favor.

- I have been honest with you.

- You're still seeing the bald guy.

I was early the other day.

I saw him leave.

- You said it was over.

- It is.

Then why are you still

seeing him?

- He's blackmailing me.

- He's rich.

- Why would he want money?

- I didn't say anything about money.

- What's he blackmailing you with?

- Photos.

- Of?

- Of me. Don't ask me anything else.

- I'm not feeding

your seedy little fantasies.

- You've got me all wrong.

- Have I?

- Yes.

Where are these... pictures?

- In his office. Why?

- I could take them.

- How?

- I could break in.

Me and this guy could do it.

There's gotta be some valuable stuff

in his office, you know.

- Sometimes keeps money in the safe.

- We can't get into his safe.

- That's where the photos are.

- What?

They're in an envelope. There

are negatives and some of the prints.

- We can't do that.

- I know the combination.

- How?

- I've seen him open it loads of times.

I thought I might be able

to lift them myself.

Well, that's what

we'll do then.

No one in their right minds

would steal from him.

If we don't get caught, it's not

gonna matter who it was we stole from.

And we're not

going to get caught.

If you get them, you won't

look at the photos and you

won't even look in the envelope.

- Of course not.

- I've got your word on that?

You have my word.

- You're late.

- Sorry.

I thought you said you were

gonna fence it yourself.

I got rid of most of it.

- It'll take me a couple of days

to get rid of all of this.

- That's what I thought.

- Is there something else

on your mind?

- Yeah. I wanna hit a place.

Well, I've been scouting out

a couple of places.

- A particular place. Some photos.

- Photos?

Yeah, for a friend.

- What's the place?

- Photos are in a safe,

but I've got the combination.

- Well, if it's for a friend,

where's the money at?

- Money's in the safe.

Probably.

Probably.

Whose office?

A club owner--

pornographer type.

- Heavy?

- Yeah, it looks like it.

What the f***'s

going on?

- I'm seeing someone.

- Who?

- The owner of that bag.

- What?

The woman whose house we hit,

the one with the pictures of herself.

Now tell me

you're f***ing joking.

No.

I thought she looked interesting.

I followed her.

We had a drink,

and... now we're involved.

- Have you slept with her?

- Yeah.

We're gettin' on

really well.

I wanted to give some of her stuff back

to her, but I thought that would mean--

You thought that would mean

telling her you robbed her.

How prudent not to tell her that!

That's a nice haircut though.

Nice suit as well.

- Pity to have bloodstains on it.

- What blood?

You're on your own now.

Here. Here's

a present for you...

to get you started

on your new solo career.

[ Gagging ]

[ Typewriter Keys Clacking ]

- Did you have to beat him?

- Did you have to sleep with him?

- You told me to.

- I said you should if you had to,

but it's not really

the same as telling you to.

- Did you enjoy it?

- Did you enjoy beating him up?

Of course.

Look, I'm in deep sh*t.

This has gotta work.

They really think you're involved?

They've already had me in

for questioning, haven't they?

It's not gonna be long

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