Inside the Bank Job Page #2

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The voice of the black soul.

A friend is throwing a thing next week

to celebrate the launch of

Brother Hakim's book,

and you are all invited.

Hakim, tell us more about your book.

It's about being born black

in America.

Can any of you imagine what it is like

to be born a black man in this world?

Can any of you white women

imagine what it would be like

to bring a black baby into this world?

Good evening, sir.

What, you freakhead? Why are we

even having this conversation?

We're not--

Here's your beer.

We are not bankrobbers.

Maybe that's why we

could get away with it.

It's a bit daunting, isn't it?

You know what scares me more?

Living and dying with

nothing to show for it.

You know how old Mozart was

when he composed his first minuet?

- No.

- Five. Five! A f***ing minuet!

And how would you know that fact, Terry?

Because it's tattooed on

that stripper's arse, Kevin.

What the f***'s it matter how I know?

It's a fact and you're

missing the point, Kev.

What I'm trying to say is,

we stop f***ing about and stop...

picking the sh*t from

under our fingernails.

Shtum (quiet), lads.

Coppers at 12 o'clock.

Damn...

What are you two doing here,

personally?

I thought you were way past

being a bagman, Jerry.

Your associate Sonia Bern has raised

prices at that knocking shop of hers.

- 120 quid up from a 100.

- And your point?

A rising tide lifts all ships, mate.

I think we are owed some money.

- Cause even Sonia's can be raided.

- Yeah, you would do that, wouldn't you?

You'd kill the goose that

lays you golden eggs.

Wouldn't that be dumb, would it?

But then again,

everyone knows coppers are dumb.

Now you can do one thing for me.

You stop your collegues from

having their boys night out in my clubs.

They're loud, they're lewd (horny)

and they expect free oral sex.

You know what, that's disgusting.

My, most of them have families.

We'll pass the word along.

Lew, you tell your

greedy little bobbies (cops)...

to find their

perks (extra income) elsewhere.

No one is going to bother me.

My patrons could have a lot of these

wank-cockers cut out of pasture.

Well, I'd say, spread the wealth around

and keep the peace.

Five quid a week extra.

- It's all it's worth.

- I'll pass it on.

- Drysdale.

- Urquhart.

Lord Drysdale, can I offer you a drink

before your session?

Very kind of you, Sonia.

- Good to see you.

- As well, Urquhart, as well.

Good girl.

Tighter!

Yes, that's a good girl.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah.

Louder.

Louder!

Come on.

We want a kiss,

what's wrong with you?

- I just can't.

- Come on...

Give her a snogging (kiss), babe.

Hello.

So you were in a magazine the other day?

The Campari ad on the beach.

Nice.

Must have been an old one,

I'm not modeling any more.

I don't know why.

You're still a knockout.

- What are you doing these days, Dave?

- Me?

A bit of film work.

Extra, you know.

And you, Kevin?

You're still snapping, I see.

The wedding photos?

No no, these are just

photos for the family.

Fashion is my game.

Fashion and passports.

- And the odd snap of a wayward husband.

- Thank you, Dave.

So, what's the verdict, boys?

We're interested.

First thing we should do

is take a look at the place,

suss (check) it out.

- Maybe open a box of our own.

- I've already done that.

We can go and have a look tomorrow.

Tomorrow it is.

Heads up, lads.

- She's adorable, your little one.

- She is off.

And what a gorgeous flower girl

your eldest made.

Thanks. Catherine.

I do envy you.

- Kev, you want to dance?

- Yeah, come on.

It was lovely to see you all.

- Ciao.

- Ciao.

- All right, mate.

- All right.

She envies me...

She's being sarcastic?

I suppose what she meant was,

money can't by what we have.

Didn't you use to go out with her?

No love, that was Kevin.

He had this big thing for her.

- And you didn't?

- No.

I love me and you,

love at first sight.

Oh yeah...

I remember that night, you were

with your mate Audrey at that disco.

I saw this gorgeous little bum

in a pencil skirt

and I thought:

"Oh, I've gotta have that."

But Audrey surely already had blows,

so I pulled you.

Cheeky sod.

Daddy, daddy, come and dance with me.

Come on, dad.

Hands off me.

Good morning.

I'd like to access my

safe deposit box, please.

- Martine Love. L-O-V-E.

- Certainly, madam.

- You're an actor, right?

- That's right.

I did a couple of films

for you, Mr. Vogel.

Yeah, right.

So what are these films you're in?

Forget about it.

Go on.

Technically, it's what you'd call...

pornography.

- You're joking?

- No.

So you've been going around town with a

hanging down your pants?

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

Nice.

Fake.

For the posh party at the weekend.

This is the one.

The lease is available.

Finally.

- How do I look? Good?

- Not your best, Dave.

Here we go.

So how come you've got the inside

note on this place, Martine?

She knows this bloke,

runs a security company.

Bloke? Is it serious?

Are you getting married?

He is married.

All the best ones are.

Here we go.

Marylebone Road and Baker Street,

on the corner here is the bank,

next door is the Chicken Inn,

and at 189, Le Sac.

In the back is an underground

car park

with direct access to

the shops' basements.

We can pull in here from

Glentworth Street...

into the car park

for dropoffs and pickups

without being seen from the street.

We'll dig a tunnel from the basement

of the shop

under the Chicken Inn and pop up

in the safe deposit vault.

I've got a question.

What do ourselves know

about digging tunnels?

Nothing.

But I know a man who does.

- So what do you reckon, Bambas?

- What do I reckon?

I reckon I know you guys,

but I don't know her.

Don't worry about Martine,

she's solid.

We go way back.

Terry, you have been up to

some mischief in your time

but this, this is serious sh*t,

my friend.

Don't you think it's a little

out of your league?

Maybe it's time to step up

to the first division.

There's going to be reinforced concrete

under the vault.

We're going to need a thermic lance,

a jackhammer, a generator,

lights, ropes, cables, the works.

It's about 40 feet (13m) of digging

before we're under the bank.

We can hire some Micks (Irishmen) from

Camden Town to do the digging

That's brilliant, Dave.

Why don't we just pay their

national ensurance contributions?

And then you have to get on

your Tommy Nutter suit.

- This way, Michael. One more shot.

- This way.

Thank you, that was great.

- What are your plans?

- I am returning to Trinidad...

to liberate my brothers and sisters

from the enslavement of

the British colonialists.

What about the charges you are facing?

How can you leave England?

They are liars and cowards.

If they had anything against me

but their fear of me,

I'd be tried and jailed.

See you later, Bambas.

But we gonna need a front man

on this,

someone who can sign the lease on

the shop and looks the business.

I know someone, Guy Singer.

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