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Come here, then, and I'll tell you.

Go on. What?

You only did that because

I'm right in front of you.

You seemed pretty keen at the party.

Yeah, I was,

until you walked off mid-sentence.

I'm not walking off now.

You think he's all that he seems?

- Sam?

- Hmm.

Come off it. We've all got dirt

on us, Yatesey. I'm not so naive.

You f***ing look the part.

I thought we were playing nice.

I don't need your sh*t, Yatesey.

I know exactly what you need, Frankie.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

But not from you when you're on something?

- Want some?

- Cocaine?

- Yeah.

- No.

He's on the move.

All right. Almost done.

Parfait.

Sir.

We did good today.

Yeah.

Couldn't have done it without you, Frankie.

That stuff's like stocking fillers

compared to this outfit. Look.

Gets pretty boring just watching

an orange dot all day long

I searched,

"Miami" and "jewellery" and "exclusive"

and it was the first thing that came up.

Before or after you logged out

of Youporn? I'm just trying to work it out.

After. Your sister was doing

a private cam show.

Ow.

AMA Dablam jewellers...

That's a $400,000 brooch, right there.

They've got this new, like,

coloured diamond collection.

But none of the cards have a history of

spending there. It won't fit the profile.

It's a shame.

Right. If that's us done,

I'm hitting the town.

What?

Uh, I don't think that's a good idea.

You can do what you like.

We're in Miami, I'm having a mad one

and that's all there is to it, mate.

What about you, RAF? Champagne

and strippers or mini bar and a wank?

Uh... The first one?

Thought so, mate.

Oh, wanker, wanker.

Hold on.

Look. If they're gonna work hard

you've gotta let 'em play a bit.

I'll make sure they

come back in one piece, yeah?

All right.

Hold on, d*ckheads!

You know, you should watch out for him.

Who?

You know who.

Yatesey? Most girls love him.

Not this one.

You all right, babe?

F*** off.

Champagne!

And none of that cheap Krug sh*t, either.

Something to impress these hookers.

I'm a dancer, not a hooker.

We'll see.

You cold?

Yeah, a little.

I can't believe I'm here. It's insane.

So, would you have given me your number

if you knew you'd be out here doing this?

Well, I didn't actually give you

my number, did I?

All right, your email address.

You know what I mean.

I'd probably have told you to get lost.

I'm glad you didn't.

Yeah, me too.

The funny thing is

I could actually get used to this.

What? Drinking in public places?

This is what homeless people do every day.

Frankie, you should

set your sights a little higher.

What are you talking about?

I know, I'm rambling.

- You're completely rambling.

- Yeah, I know.

- Talking sh*t, a little.

- Total bollocks.

You going to kiss me already?

We need more fizz.

I'm broke.

Fordy?

I'm brassic.

F***'s sake.

Go get us another two bottles of Cristal.

Oi, Yatesey, what are you doing?

F*** off.

Yates, that's one of the big hitters.

Then I'm sure he can afford a bottle

of champagne or two.

I can't believe you took that card off Sam.

Sam?

That's his name on the f***ing card, is it?

Where's the booze?

The card was refused.

They, like, kept it, or whatever.

They f***ing what?

OK, time to go.

OK, gentlemen.

We need to have a word with you.

Ah, mate. I've forgotten...

Come on, you guys!

Out the back, quick!

Oh, f***!

Go! Go!

Rafa! Rafa!

Don't follow me!

Don't follow me! F*** off!

Yatesey!

Back off!

Come back here!

I'll get you! You motherf***er!

F***!

F*** you!

F*** me!

Let's go! Let's go!

Hello?

Sam, it's me.

We need to talk.

Well? What is it?

There's been a...

There's been an incident, mate.

OK?

Yatesey took one of the cards.

Which one?

I thought it would be OK.

No, Yatesey, you didn't think at all.

Come on. Give it back.

They kept it. It got declined.

What did I say? What did I f***ing say?

These cards were strictly

for the job in hand.

No, no, no. For f***'s sake!

What is it?

We've lost Max DE Beer.

How much?

That card was worth one and a half million.

Where the hell were you?

- Strip club.

- Clearly you haven't read the f***ing brief!

Max DE Beer is gay. He

doesn't do strip clubs.

Not much of a tits and ass man,

if you catch my drift.

Kind of half is, surely?

Not so much the tits.

That's really clever, Rafa.

That's really f***ing clever.

If you're so f***ing clever,

why do I have to break it down for you?

Three and a half million

minus one and a half, equals two!

$2,000,000.

We owe Marcel 2,000,000.

Maybe now you can see the f***ing problem!

What do we tell Frankie?

You're asking the wrong question, Fordy.

"What are we gonna tell Marcel?"

That should be the only thing

on your mind right now.

You look stressed?

- Rafa's got an idea, mate.

- Here we go.

You might think I only rate a petrol

station, but I'm smarter than you know.

OK, let's hear it.

We hunt the big fish.

Order up what we owe Marcel and much more.

We go after AMA Dablam.

Something like this could

set us up for life.

Except none of the cards we've got

have any history spending there.

We don't need a credit card

to get what we want.

We need this guy.

Right?

What am I looking at?

Prince Zafran of Brunei.

It's not a bad match, mate.

I reckon we can pull it off.

OK, so you get me out to Miami,

you lose our biggest card

now you want me to help you

rob the most exclusive jewellers in town?

That sounds like a great idea.

Yeah, it sounds bad

when you put it like that.

I just don't see the point. You know, we

have plenty of money on the remaining cards,

why bother with this?

We don't even need you.

You're lucky we even agreed to cut you in.

Lucky? Any day I wake up and

I'm not you, believe me, I feel lucky.

Oh, shut up.

Look, this is once in a lifetime sh*t

we're talking about.

We get this right, there's no jobs

at companies we despise,

no 8% unemployment,

no carpet-bombing CVs for postgraduate jobs

that don't even f***ing exist.

This could be all of us set up for life.

What I'm asking for is

you listen to the plan.

OK.

Prince Zafran's young and uber-rich.

It says here he's about to pop the question

to some French super-model called

Natascha Claudet.

Now what do you reckon AMA Dablam

are gonna think

if he starts enquiring about jewellery?

That they might get

the engagement ring contract.

We get them on the hook

and we get them over to London.

We're gonna take them for $20 million

without even using a gun.

How much is it gonna cost to set up?

It's big money.

So let the plastic take the hit.

OK, so this is the room you wanted.

Yep.

It's not much, but it's mine,

so don't f*** it up. Comprende?

Mustafa Riald, the prince's

private secretary.

You got a number?

Right here.

What are we waiting for?

Hello, Mr Riald's office?

Hello.

I'm calling from AMA Dablam jewellers

in Miami, Florida.

May I speak with Mr Riald?

I'm afraid

Mr Riald is travelling at the moment.

As you know, we're one of

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