Inside the Bank Job Page #4

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- What about Eddie?

He's a good lad,

we can trust him.

No. Look, we're not cutting

anyone else in.

We won't cut him in on the loot.

We'll give him the car lot.

Hopefully I won't need

that headache anymore.

- My God, not again.

- Get up there, Major.

Cover that up!

It's not the coppers.

- Yes, can I help you?

- Delivery for Dave Shilling.

- And what is it?

- Chicken and chips.

I see...

- Takeaway for Mr. Shilling.

- Thanks.

- You can't be serious.

- I was starving.

Radio is in the bag,

binoculars as well.

There's a pension on the

top floor of this building,

paid for the week.

There's a ladder that'll

get you to the roof.

You're in from Liverpool,

looking for work.

I don't have a Liverpool accent.

Then don't talk to anyone, Eddie.

I'm up on the roof, and...

I've got a good view

of all directions, over.

Are you in position, Nightjar?

Command HQ here. Acknowledge.

Yeah, I'm in position.

I can see the front of the bank,

Marylebone Road,

Baker Street, I can see

everything really well.

All clear on the Western front, Guy.

Over.

- No names, Eddie.

- Sorry, Dave.

Aye, you delinquents.

What have I told you?

No idle chitchat.

Sorry, T--

Over.

F***in' hell...

Wakey wakey, gentlemen.

I'll keep an eye on

the shop from here on.

You two go down to Glentworth Street.

Guard the parking garage exit.

Okay.

Nightjar here, there's some fellow

looking through the window.

Hang on.

Wait, hang on. He's going.

He's going.

Yeah, he's gone.

Over.

Roger, Nightjar.

Over and out.

I want to go to the pub,

grab some more smokes.

Do you want anything?

A pack of Seniors.

There you go, sir.

Two packets of Rothmans,

Okay.

Hello, gorgeous.

Are we still on track?

We had a scare last night.

The cops came round.

Can't you pull rank and make

sure it doesn't happen again?

No, we can't show our hand.

We're invisible, remember?

- I wish I was.

- How about your friend Terry?

Where is he planning to

carve up the proceeds?

Sh*t.

- A pint of ale, chief.

- What's wrong?

I needed to take a break.

Who's that you've been talking to?

I wasn't.

He was trying to chat me up.

Does happen, you know.

- Right.

- Here you are.

- Cheers. Keep the change.

- Thank you.

Now, what are you doing here?

Are you following me?

No.

- I just wanted a pint.

- Then enjoy it.

- Hello, Gale.

- Where have you been?

You're rather impressed with our

friend Hakim, aren't you?

I know rule #1:

"Don't get emotionally involved"

That doesn't mean I can't

enjoy my work.

You certainly do.

What does your father think of your

consorting with these radicals anyway?

We are not amused.

Of course, if he knew

what I was really up to,

he would have a heart attack.

Here you are.

Credit cards and cash.

If he does have copies of the

photos and negatives there,

they will be hidden.

Find them.

Destroy them.

And then get out.

Michael X thinks he's safe,

tucked away in Trinidad.

That will all change if

we're successful here.

Just remember, Gale:

He's a nasty piece of work.

He's a crazy dope-smoking lunatic

pimp extortionist, that's what he is.

Everything okay, Nightjar?

Anything I need to know?

Yeah, everything's all right, mate.

Listen, what if I want to go

for a pee up here?

I don't know.

Use your imagination.

Stay off the radio unless you

see any old bill (police), all right?

Yeah, all right. If I see any

old bill, I'll let you know.

I'll speak to you in a bit.

Over.

Hey Bambas.

What's all this brickwork?

I don't know,

it wasn't on the plans.

F***!

Terry?

F***ing hell!

Terry!

Bambas!

Terry, talk to me!

Terry!

Oh f***..

Terry, talk to me!

- Are you all right?

- I think so, yeah.

What happened?

The floor just caved in.

Bloody hell, Terry.

Don't do that to me.

- I thought you was a goner (dead).

- Yeah.

Give us a light, Dave.

What's down there?

- It's a pile of skeletons.

- You're joking.

Let's hope they're not the last gang

who tried to take this bank.

Latin.

Roughly translated:

Lamb of God,

forgive us our sins.

- You actually know Latin?

- Catholic school.

The Bleeding Heart sisters

of eternal misery.

Interesting date.

You all know what year

that was, don't you?

The last time West Ham

won the (F.A.) cup?

It was the great plague of London.

This must be a

burial chamber.

A crypt where they dumped the bodies.

Well, if these poor

bastards had the plague,

then they could be infectious.

I don't think so, Dave.

This crypt goes all

the way under the bank.

It'll put us in the vault quicker.

Well, then we'll gonna do that.

Concrete.

Floor of the vault.

Time to get paid for all our work.

Right.

If we hit the restaurant by mistake,

we'll be knee-deep in fried chicken.

I'll be happy if we don't

hit the sewage.

When are you guys

going to hit the vault?

I'm freezing my tits off up here.

Over.

In the army, soldiers would pull on

their puds (penises) to keep their blood flowing.

How's that?

What regiment were you in,

the Royal Corps of Wankers?

Over.

Yes, we welcome new members.

Roger, over and out.

Emergency operator.

Which service do you require?

- The police, please.

- Putting you through.

Police here.

Can I help you?

Yes.

I'm a HAM radio operator

and I think I may be overhearing

a robbery in progress.

We're in!

Dave, get the ladder.

We're gonna move into the vault

after we take a break.

Later when the fume's cleared out.

You're having a laugh, ain't you?

Let's go in now.

Dave. Nothing's going nowhere.

I can hardly breathe in there.

- Nightjar, are you there? Over.

- Nightjar here, over.

We're in.

Over.

What, in the actual vault?

Yes, in the actual vault. Over.

Great, great.

That's great news. Over.

We're taking a break.

We're knackered (tired).

I need to get some sleep.

Getting a shut-eye (a nap). I want

the fumes cleared out. Over.

Lucky you. My eyes are like

stops. Over.

We can smell the money now.

Over.

Look, money may be your god,

but it ain't mine, all right?

I want a warm bath and a cup of tea.

Over.

You'll get your cup of tea.

Just your odd time.

Lucky you.

My eyes are like stops.

We can smell the money now.

I rang 4 other police

stations before you,

but nobody took me sriously.

They said it was probably a hoax.

How strong was the signal, Mr. Addey?

I'd say they were within

a 10 mile radius.

There must be a ton of

banks in that area.

And when was the last time

you picked them up?

They've been quiet for about an hour.

What about releasing the tapes

to the radio and TV?

Maybe somebody can recognize the voices?

No, no.

If they hear themselves,

they'll stop transmitting.

No, we should keep listening.

Maybe they'll reveal where they are.

Alfie, you stay here with Mr. Addey.

I am going back to the station.

You call me if you hear anything.

Hi.

You scared the piss out of me.

- What are you doing here?

- I couldn't sleep.

Yeah, I'm a bit tingly

(nervous) myself..

I just had to come and have a look.

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