Inside the Bank Job Page #5

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Our future is in those boxes.

So, what are you going to do

with your share?

Vanish.

Martine Love will cease to exist.

Why, do you think if you

vanish you'll become someone else?

At least no one will know

who I was.

Why did you pick Kevin and me?

You could have found better thieves.

For old times' sake.

Must be old times

you spent with Kevin,

not me.

Kevin has it in his mind that

we had this passionate affair.

The truth is, it came down

to 4 chinese meals and

a roll in the hay.

And that was a long time ago.

All right,

let's make some money.

Look at this!

Look at all this cash.

Fantastic!

Guys? Gold bars.

Diamonds. Diamonds!

Guys, what's going on?

How would your wife fancy a tiara?

Too bloody right.

Get the gas.

The gas.

Look at it.

Hold it.

- Emerald.

- It's like winning the lottery.

Dave.

Give us a hand with this one.

- What's so special about this box?

- It's my lucky number.

All yours, me lovely.

- There you are.

- Cheers.

Holy sh*t.

You know who that is?

It's Princess Margaret.

Terry, anything for the

widows and auctions funds?

- Will that do?

- God bless you, you're very generous.

Look, we have to have

some sort of system.

You don't know what you are throwing

or what you are keeping.

Yeah, but we know what money looks like.

We're not throwing that away, are we?

How long does it take

to rob a bank?

We're just about to get

this job done, okay?

More cash.

Have a look at this.

No, nothing.

Still nothing.

Sergeant, what we need is something

that will motivate the

robbers to go on air,

- give away their location.

- Right..

Bait to lure the fish.

No, they are not there,

not transmitting.

They are not there, sir.

Move to the next bank,

unit #2.

We still get nothing, Sarge.

Ok, unit #2, move to the

next location.

My God, the stuff that

some people collect...

What have you got there, Terry?

- '47.

- '47?

Sounds like a good year to me.

Will you pass it round?

Come on, Terry.

Give us some.

Got it.

Catch!

Oi! Yeah...

Here, Major.

Get it down.

Listen fellows, they are onto you.

Listen, they're onto you.

- F***.

Coppers are on your doorstep.

Speak to me, Nightjar.

Coppers are on your doorstep.

Listen. Hang on, hang on...

they're not going in,

but they are not going away.

Wait, wait.

Sergeant, we just heard

the thieves' lookout

say that there are police

outside the bank right now.

- Which bank?

- I haven't got a clue.

We've got patrols outside half

the banks in the West End.

Keep listening, we need to

pinpoint exactly where they are.

Wait. Hang on.

Guys, a black car just pulled up

with some bloke.

He's going up to the front door

with the cops.

Gyus, he is unlocking the front door.

They are going in.

Sh*t! Over.

Oh no.

Sh*t.

- Where is the vault?

- Downstairs.

Follow me.

Looks fine.

Are you sure everything is all right?

Yes, yes, it is.

- I want to look inside.

- Tell the timelock.

Can't be opened until

tomorrow morning.

Well, it isn't my bank

that's being robbed.

Sorry for calling you

on a Sunday morning, sir.

- Not a problem...

- Thank you.

Fellows, I think they are going away.

They are gone.

We should get out of here.

They could be coming back.

Yeah, right.

We need to let Eddie know.

Nightjar?

Nightjar?

No!

F***!

Sh*t.

F***.

Sh*t. Sh*t.

Are you there, Nightjar?

The ambulance reports it's outside

the Lloyd's bank on Baker Street.

Nightjar, can you hear me?

You got asleep, Nightjar?

F***ing hell...

Nightjar, are you there?

Look, if he's not picking up,

something is wrong.

You're right.

So, grab all the cash and the jewels

and get the f*** out of here.

What about our gear?

We cant leave anything

that might incriminate us.

We come back for it if we can.

What about all the other boxes?

Doesn't matter, Dave.

Put everything in a bag and lets go!

All right, let's move it.

Come on!

- There's nothing here, Sarge.

- Are you sure?

There's no mention of the ambulance.

Nothing.

Move on, vehicle #2.

- Let's go!

- Finally.

Come on, let's go.

The van is leaving.

We will follow them. Over.

Stop them as soon as possible.

Open the door!

- What have I done, guv'nor (boss)?

- Open the back door, come on.

Some fella paid me 50 quid

to pick up his van

and drop it at Heathrow airport.

Jesus Christ...

- Wher's the van?

- Change of plan.

For cautionary measure.

I've organised alternative transport.

- Why?

- None of us have met your boyfriend.

(He's all go to include

you on the back) of the job.

Could've set us up.

We bloody well pulled it off.

Done with military

precision, hey, major?

Now that I am fiscally secure,

I think I'll promote

myself to "Colonel".

You know what I am going to do?

I'm going to buy my mom a new house.

Something with a garden.

I thought you would be off

to Kopenhagen, Dave?

- Why would I go to Kopenhagen?

- Heavy cock, sure hunt.

You know what I'll do?

I'll chop off one more

and then I got one like

your little pinkey (penis).

How did you find this place

then, Terry?

A bloke and I used to run a...

chop shop here (stolen

cars sold in parts).

He's in the nick (jail) now.

How could you lose control

of the operation?

I thought you were

on top of this thing.

Sir, it worked.

They did the job.

They robbed the vault.

And we have no idea

where the f*** they are.

You know, an ugly thought

has just occured.

Lots of money in that vault,

juwelry, bonds.

You and your sweetie haven't

cooked up something between you, I hope.

- You think I'd betray you?

- There are precedence.

Two of our former colleagues

now live in bloody Moscow.

Let's hope they don't have

another bidder.

She won't cross us.

She knows what we're capable of.

How does she even know

who the hell we are?

I'm sure she will contact me

when she comes to her senses.

Going anywhere else would be

a death sentence.

You better hope she does, Everett.

Or it may be yours.

Here you go, Bambas.

That's your lot.

"Never washed after our

magic moment. Snowflake."

Hey, Dave.

Look at this.

I've seen this bloke on the TV.

The old perv (pervert).

I have seen this face before.

He's an M.P. (member of parliament).

Lord... whatshisname, you know.

Always wears those poncey bow ties.

Well, on that picture he's not.

I believe this is one

of your old movies, Dave.

Piss off, Kev.

Timely suggestion.

I believe I'll take my share

and be on my way,

before the bank opens in the morning

and the sh*t hits the

proverbial fan.

I'm with you, Guy.

I don't have to remind you:

Keep a low profile.

No buying Aston Martins, Bambas.

The only thing I'm buying is a

one-way ticket back to Cyprus.

- I'm never coming back.

- We should have a reunion.

- 20 years, the Savoy Grill.

- Yeah, right, maybe for you, Guy.

I still wouldn't let us lot in.

- Bambas.

- Goodbye my friend.

Take care of yourself, mate.

Major.

Be lucky.

Bambas.

Goodbye, old chap.

Okay, what's going on?

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