Inside the Bank Job Page #3

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Calls himself "The Major".

But that's a lot of bollocks,

He has got this white posh accent

if anyone comes nosing about.

A bit tight under the

arms, dont you think?

Traditional fit, sir.

One can't raise ones

arms above one's head.

It tends to inhibit any

impulsive acts of surrender.

I'll be right back, sir.

What on earth are you doing here?

Got a bit of business for you here, Guy.

You'll be tempted.

Sit down, luv.

What do you think you're doing?

Taking the E (Jaguar E-Type)

for a test drive.

Tell your boss, he can

have his inventory back

when he settles Mr. Jessul's debt.

And it'd better be soon

or we'll be back to tap

through his kneecaps.

If I was you two,

I was looking for another job.

Lovely.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

So, come on then, what don't I know?

Romantic dinner on a Monday night?

Look honey,

I'm going to be working some strange

hours over the next week or two, so...

don't ask me what I'm doing,

because I don't want to lie to you.

What are you doing?

Look...

All llife I've caused us a few problems

with all these cars aren't selling

All I was trying to do

is get ahead of the game.

- This thing's gonna put us there.

- Wicked.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

And a better place.

It's for all of us.

For you and the kids.

And how afraid do I have to be, Terry?

It'd be the best smart thing if you

wanted to stay with your aunt,

in case things turn out cursed, that is.

So, we are settled. 25% to run

my girls till I return from Trinidad.

It's all right,

you don't have to worry.

I'll look after your little flock

of birds like they were my own.

As long as you remember

they are not your own.

Lew, while I'm back in Trinidad,

I can arrange for shipment of some

high grade gunja (weed, marihuana).

Not interested.

You want my opinion?

All these drugs are responsible for...

the moral decay of

this countries' young.

Smut, smut and more smut.

(pornography, dirt)

That's my special area of interest.

You should think about it.

With these goodies you can make

a lot of dough (money),

especially the police in your pocket.

I am paying enough pung as it is,

(weed, here:
money)

but probably not as much

as you're donating

to be permitted to leave our

fair shores (the country).

Not a shilling! I have something

so special, I don't need to pay anyone.

And what would that be, Michael?

Sorry, Lew.

Well.

Whatever it is, you can't be buggered.

I hope you're keeping it safe.

Yes, as safe as it can be.

In a place that you recommended.

- You're late.

- Sorry.

This is the Major.

Major Guy Singer.

Final member of our team.

I don't know this man.

Who are you?

None of your business.

No secrets around here.

The Major is a con artist.

Usually elderly widows.

There's no need to bring that up.

Now he's the official

new owner of Le Sac.

Handbags and leather accesories

for the discerning lady.

Nice.

I told the district planner's

office about the remodelling.

They gave me the specs for the

sewage, drainage, gas and power lines.

Lifted our take

to miss that lot (a pipe).

What's this for?

That is the thermic lance.

It cuts through concrete and metal.

We're doing this, right?

I mean, we're bloody going for it.

Let's see what this thing can do.

Good idea, Kev.

Give us a demonstration, Bambas.

Ok, hold this.

Hold it. Here.

Kevin, go stand over there

by the oxygene.

Here we go.

Turn it off!

Off! Off! Off!

Not good.

They know what they're doing,

these people, do they?

Absolutely.

Professional criminals.

What's the worst case scenario?

They get caught and go to jail.

No possible connection to us.

What about this model you're screwing?

What promises have you made

to keep her in line?

None that can't be broken.

Look, she's already tied

to the bank operation.

If things do go belly up (go wrong)

it'll only take one

cut to sever the knot.

What's Gale Benson up to?

I believe she's working her way

into Michael X's inner sanctum.

Could you sign that book, please?

I've got them finally together.

Daddy!

I am so glad you decided to come.

This is my father, Sir Leonard Plugge.

Always happy to meet Gale's new friends.

Her new name is Halekimga.

It's an anagram

of the letters of our names:

Hakim and Gale.

- And your name is?

- Hakim. Hakim Jamal.

Right.

Excuse me...

Hello, gorgeous.

So, where's the author?

He's over there,

signing his masterpiece.

Why don't you both drop by

the house this weekend

and introduce Mr. Jamal to mother?

Sorry daddy, can't do that.

We're popping (going) on time

for the islands for a while.

- Let me get you a drink.

- Good luck with your book.

- So you've read this book of his?

- You must be joking.

Right.

You're probably undercover,

spying on Black Power's insidious

threat to the British way of life.

Oh, that's very funny.

Tell me, is that little enterprise

still shipshape (going well)?

We're currently on schedule, Tim.

We're taking over the shop

on Friday afternoon.

I know if this stuffs up

I'm in poo poo land.

(I know that I'm in serious trouble

if this goes wrong)

We have a blue Transit van

that's just pulled up.

"Clacy Builders" on the side.

And we have one man entering the shop.

Construction crew, for Le Sac.

I've got a question.

What do we do with all the dirt

we're gonna dig out of the hole?

That's all been worked out, Dave.

We'll dig another hole over there

and put in in that. Over.

If we're to get the job done

before the bank opens on Monday morning,

we better get a wriggle (move) on.

Want to do the honours, Martine?

This is it,

here we go.

Watch your nails, Martine.

Yeah, yeah.

Let's get this store to rock.

- Some racket (noise) there is.

- Bloody hell! What's going on?

Dave, come on, mate.

Dave, you need a break.

I'll take over.

Cheers (thanks), Major.

Heads up!

- Where's Dave?

- No idea.

Where did you get to?

Just checking the door was locked.

Of course it's locked, Dave.

I locked it.

Hang on.

Look what we got here.

This is a copper.

Christ, he's not going in there, is he?

- I'll go.

- Sh*t! Dave, Dave, get back.

- I only wanted--

- Stop! Hold it down!

Someone is knocking.

Someone is at the door.

Stop, Stop! There's somebody

at the door of the shop.

Bambas!

Bambas!

Hold on!

There's somebody at the door.

- Look, I don't want to go in.

- It's my job.

Coppers.

It's the old bill (police).

Good evening.

You're working late?

Around the clock, officer.

Expanding our storage.

Trying to complete renovations

for the grand reopening--

If you don't mind, sir.

Excuse me?

You use a jackhammer down there?

Yeah. You heard some

complaints, officer?

Yeah, from some of your neighbours.

We'll try to keep it down, all right?

Right.

How the hell did they

talk their way out of that one?

Tim, Quinn here.

We just had a copper

going into the shop.

Not sure why, but he's gone now.

All clear.

We need a lookout,

someone on a roof somewhere.

- We've got the walkie-talkies.

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