Inside the Bank Job Page #8

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Did a stretch in the "Scrubs"

(prison) a few years back.

I thought he was a wanker.

Spoke with some poncey accent.

Thank you, sir, very much.

- Hello?

- Who am I talking to?

Terry Leather, Kevin Swain,

Martine Love, Eddie Burton.

Yeah, Mr. Shilling was kind

enough to speak with me about this.

You put Dave on the phone.

Now, I would, but...

he seems a bit indisposed

at the moment.

What do you want?

Just a couple of things

from what you've stolen.

A ledger with a dark red cover.

And some photos

that I'm sure the MI-5

is interested in.

The "Royal portfolio".

All we got is money and jewels.

Then I suggest you look again.

Speak to your friends.

- Hello, who is this?

- Eddie, it's Terry.

Terry...

Terry, f***ing hell.

Dave is all messed up,

and they're going to do the same

to me, you got to help.

Listen to me, Eddie.

I don't have what he wants.

No? No, you've got to have what

they want, you've got to.

You've got to help.

Eddie, what am I supposed to do?

You tell him, we don't have it!

- No, Terry. Terry, you gotta--

- Eddie,

Tell him I don't have

his f***ing ledger!

You tell that c*nt now!

He doesn't have it...

Right.

Wait...

No! No!

No! They shot Dave!

- Eddie?

- Dave is dead.

- Eddie!

- They shot him, Terry...

I'll give you one hour

to find what I want,

or I'll kill this man.

Tick...

This is it.

Lew Vogel.

That's what this bastard is.

"Payments made to Soho and

West End division officers"

There are weekly payouts.

Probably every bad copper in London.

Nothing like this was

supposed to happen.

No one was supposed to get hurt.

It's not your fault,

right?

We still got our own exit to think about,

and Eddie.

If we give the photos to Vogel,

all bets are off with Tim.

If we deliver it to Tim,

it's Eddie's neck

and Vogel is still after us.

Either way we are f***ed.

Miles, we've got a problem,

a serious problem.

Something Sonia Bern

kept in the bank

that was robbed

over the weekend.

She is concerned that her

safe deposit box

may have been plundered.

I'm afraid her fears

are well justified.

Oh my God.

I really thought Sonia was a

woman of more discreet character.

So...

The genie is out of the bottle then.

- For both of us, ey?

- Not quite yet.

My operatives tell me

that the thieves

are using the photographs

as a bargaining chip.

- Then give them what they want.

- Already in motion.

And the committee having

done the works

to issue a "D-notice"

on the whole business.

To muffle (silence) the press.

Put a lid on it.

Big pity, wouldn't it?

Well, if your mates abandoned you

over a few photographs.

Hello.

You listen to me, Mr."Vogel" or

whatever your f***ing name is.

You go ahead and kill him,

we don't give a sh*t.

We got our loot.

Your ledgers and your photos,

you can pick them up

from Scotland Yard.

We're sending them over.

Don't do that.

Well, if you want your book

of payoffs back,

be at Paddington Station in

person tomorrow 11 am, platform 1.

There's a newsstand near

the statue of the soldier.

Have Eddie with you,

hale and hearty.

This is your one and

only chance, Vogel.

Don't blow it.

Don't answer it!

Catherine!

- Daddy!

- How are you?

Come here.

Here.

Look, I got you a present.

- You been good for mommy?

- Yeah.

I need to talk to mommy about something,

so give us a minute, okay?

- Go on.

- Good girls.

So.. you want to tell me

what's been going on?

- Some blokes were tough at Dave.

- How bad?

He's dead.

Oh my God Almighty, Terry.

What have you done to us?

Wendy, I promise,

I'm gonna work this out.

And when I do,

we're going to leave England.

and it's all going

to change for us.

But if anything goes wrong, use this.

There is plenty of cash.

Pounds, francs, dollars.

You're going to leave the country,

start a new life for you and the girls.

You can do this if you have to,

Wendy. Promise me.

Is that from the robbery, is it?

My share, yeah.

The papers said there was a woman

in the vault.

Martine, so was she involved?

Yeah. She brought us the job

in the first place.

Oh, and did you sleep

with her, Terry?

I did know that from day one.

It was the way she looked.

The first day we met

I said to my friend Audrey, I said:

"I am gonna marry him.

And I am gonna have his kids."

And I have stood by you and I will

stand by you no matter what!

You bastard!!

F***...

You can firm me over.

(yell at me)

I deserve it.

I brought you more

grief than happiness,

but I love you.

And the kids.

So the reason I did this was to get

us out of this life once and for all.

Mommy, open the door.

Mommy, mommy!

- We have the rest of our lives,

- Go play in your room!

...if you'll still have me.

She takes a good picture, eh, Tim?

Lord Mountbatten has graciously

agreed to represent

the interest of the crown

in this matter.

- Is he high enough up the tree?

- Lord Mountbatten.

I always wanted to meet that bugger.

Yes. I am not sure he will be

very pleased to meet you, too.

He has to be under the main clock

Paddington Station, 11 am, or no deal.

and with your new

passports and documents.

He's gonna hand them over

as soon as he sees the photos.

There's another problem.

This robbery's pissed off

some local villains.

The guts come with the glory, eh?

One of our mates has been killed.

That's hardly surprising considering

the roster of reprobates

that are the banks'

deposit box customers.

Listen, Terry.

Our committment is for...

the recovery of the

royal...portraits only.

The proceeds and the piss-offs

are both yours to deal with.

Gale.

Michael wants to see you

in the garden.

- What for?

- I don't know.

Gale, come.

Come and look at this.

Come.

- I want to show you something.

- What's this for?

It's for you.

What have I done to deserve this?

What have I done?

You're a spy, sent to steal

from me.

And nobody steals from Michael X.

No-one!

See if it mentions the copper in charge.

Here it is.

"Heading the case is

Detective Sergeant

"Roy Given of Marylebone Lane

police station."

Roy Given?

No Roy Given menioned.

Let's hope that means

he's straight.

And that he'd be interested in the

names of some bent coppers.

Yeah, a bit of a long shot.

F*** it...

- Nothing in that one?

- No.

Well, we don't rate a mention.

Strike you as strange?

It's kind of scary actually.

If that news could disappear,

so could we.

Next stop:
Edgware Road.

Well...

Here's to us.

See you, mate.

Look after yourself.

Take care.

Good luck, Kev.

So where are you headed?

If everything goes to plan?

I'll tell you,

if you're coming with me.

Good morning.

I'm looking for a mister Roy Given.

It's very important.

- Roy Given?

- Yeah.

Can I ask

what it's concerning?

No, I prefer to tell him myself.

Look, all I'm saying is,

if you're interested

in the rest of

this book of payoffs,

the author's gonna be

at Paddington Station

And how exactly did this come

into your possession?

Next stop:
Paddington Station.

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