Inside the Bank Job Page #9

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Change here for the Bakerloo line.

Let's hope now he turns up

fashionably late.

- There's your friend, Tim.

- Good luck.

It's good to see you in one piece.

You were worried for your own arse,

Tim, not for mine.

You're a prick, Tim.

You set this whole thing up

from the start, didn't you?

Come on, you get to be

rich, free and clear.

Isn't that what you wanted?

- You stay here with the car.

- Right.

Bloody kidney stone.

It's gotta go out soon.

I haven't had this much excitement

since the war.

We're a little late, Mylord.

So where is your mate?

There, sir, that one at the newsstand.

Wait. I've seen those two cowboys

before at the girl's flat.

- It's a trap, they're MI-5.

- Terry.

Terry.

- Lord Mountbatten?

- Yes?

You know the arrangements

and you agree to our new identities

and immunity from

prosecution?

You have my word that the crown

will honour this committment.

Your documentation and

guarantees

If I were you, I'd keep

them in a very safe place.

Yeah, well, you bet it won't

be a safe deposit box.

She is a scallywag (rogue).

Thank you.

Martine.

It wasn't all business for me.

- What happened, where's the book?

- Just open the door.

- No!

Get in there.

Stay there,

or you're dead meat!

Where are you going, old man, eh?

No!

- This one's for Dave.

- No...

You f***er!

Not so f***ing smug now, are you?

Oi, you punk!

- Eddie, get out.

- That's the one that killed Dave.

Get your hands off me!

Arrest them,

they are bank robbers.

- F***!

- This bloke killed our friend!

- Sh*t.

- No, no, listen...

So, are we seriously

arseholed now, Terry?

Well, at least we're not dead

like poor old Dave.

Get up, you filthy bastard.

You're under arrest.

Take him away.

All right. Come on, you.

Get in the car.

It's all right, mate.

I wonder if that's Roy Given?

Who's he?

I was hoping he was a straight copper.

We've got a nice

collar (catch) here, Roy.

You know, these two are part of

the Baker Street bank robbery gang.

- Place this man under arrest.

- Yes, sir.

What are you talking about?

They're part of the Baker Street Firm.

I don't know about that.

But I know all about you,

you corrupt bastard.

Cuff him.

The one over by the wall as well.

But they are the robbers!

No robbers in here.

Watch your head.

Now...

I believe you've a certain

Mr. Vogel's book of shame.

Well, if you let me out,

I'll go get it for you.

That belongs to me.

Here's your book.

Terry. We were thinking,

a smart fella like you

might have kept mementos

of the event, just in case.

Case what?

Things didn't turn out so nicely?

If they should ever see the light of day

don't think we can't find you.

Out.

Go on, piss off.

Aren't you gone?

- How did that happen?

- F***ed if I know, just keep walking.

Michael, Michael!

What's going on?

What do you want in my place?

What do you want?

- We are placing you under arrest.

- What am I charged with?

Conspiracy to import drugs into

the United Kingdom, will that do?

But you could still help yourself.

There's a British national staying

with you, a certain Gale Benson.

She was here, but she's gone on.

- All right.

- Get in the back!

Over here, sir.

Burn the house down.

I want nothing of this place

left standing.

- Were you friends of Dave?

- Oh yeah.

- Really?

We knew him in a professional capacity.

He was one of our favourites.

See you later.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

So where are you off to, Kevin?

Anywhere you want to go.

Sorry, I'm doing a solo

from now on.

Yeah, well.

It was worth a try.

Do you want another one?

Yeah, go on.

One for the road.

Tummy (cheers).

I just wish Dave could have

seen all this.

Yeah...

Here's to Dave.

To Dave.

What do you want, Martine?

I'm sorry I've caused you

this upset, Wendy.

Well, apparently we're rich.

I know the business is finished,

but are the cars really ours?

Yeah.

They are all yours.

Jessul has been paid off.

I won't lie to you...

I would have gone with him,

and I would have shut

you out of my mind,

but he didn't want to know.

I'm sorry.

- Your wife is talking to Martine.

- I know, Kev.

I know...

Good luck.

It was always you, Terry.

Daddy!

Hey!

Oh my God, Terry,

that's a big one.

Lash a few chips on that,

all right?

- Black...

- Don't, mom!

- Fish fingers tonight, aye?

- What a pretty boy...

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