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As you say, sir. I'll

have him call you back.

Really?

Well, it would be an honour

to be invited to the wedding.

Well, yes, I do have someone

I'd like to bring along.

Yeah. Well, thank you.

Listen, he can call me back. OK? Yeah.

You're invited to the wedding?

Wanna come?

I wanna come.

Right. Hurry up before he shags her.

I have Mr Riald on the line for you.

Riald? Yeah, put him through.

Mr Riald, thank you so

much for calling back.

Good afternoon.

As you know, I am very busy,

so I must be brief.

I am just letting you know that the Royal

Jet is waiting to take you to London.

We're grateful that the Brunei

security services will be present,

but our insurers insist on our own

team accompanying us.

We'll be bringing some beautiful

additions to the current collection,

including a choke necklace and bracelet

made from yellow and black diamonds.

Truly spectacular.

Excuse me, do you have any nuts?

You know, nuts? Nuts.

You understand?

OK. Let's roll.

They're at the hotel. There's one steel

case strapped to a security guy.

I'll put in my

call now before they can relax.

Hey, we've got a couple of hours

before the meeting.

Do you wanna grab a drink?

Well, I was gonna have a shower but...

- A drink sounds good.

- A shower sounds better.

Yeah, it does.

What? Are you playing games?

I just said I was gonna have a shower.

Which means I'll be naked.

Who's playing games?

That's great.

Hello?

Mr Dawson?

Mr Riald.

I trust your flight was acceptable?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, the flight was great.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for laying on

the special entertainment.

It was really appreciated.

OK.

His Royal Highness' diary has

dramatically changed,

so we need to bring forward the schedule.

Meet you in the foyer in 30 minutes.

Thirty minutes. Game face.

Mr Riald?

Mr Dawson. Good to meet you.

You too. This is Beth

Johnson, my assistant.

And this is my security attachment.

Very good.

His Excellency is on a

tight schedule today.

So, can I speed things up

and get the viewing under way?

Your Excellency,

the AMA Dablam team is here.

This is Steve Dawson.

Your Royal Highness...

it's a real privilege to meet you, sir.

I should like to view the collection

on the way to my next meeting.

His Excellency would appreciate

a private, advance viewing.

In the limo?

I say "appreciate",

it's more that he insists on it.

Of course, not a problem.

Give His Royal Highness the case, please.

I will be riding up front,

you and your team can ride in car two.

You're handing over the collection

without an escort?

Thank you, Miss Johnson. That will be all.

- But that goes against...

- Beth, go to your room.

Steve, you can't do this.

Don't ever question me in front of

my client again, OK?

This is the way the prince likes it.

That's why I'm head of international Sales

and you're just a glorified secretary.

F***ing prick.

We will return the case at

the prince's next appointment.

I'm going to be late.

Wait for it, Fordy. Now!

- What the hell? Stay with the limo!

- I can't, sir. It's a red light.

Get out! Come on, move, move.

Hello.

Rafa in limo one's left us.

Limo two, where are you?

Yatesey?

Limo two

with you in five seconds.

Come on!

Come on, come on.

- We're good to go.

- OK, let's go. Come on!

- Looks like they bought it.

- Keep it nice and slow.

For a minute there I thought

we were being robbed.

Time?

Time.

Ta-ta, f***ers.

Where the hell is Riald going?

Which way do you want me to go, sir?

- With the diamonds!

- Sir?

The f***ing limo, idiot!

Oh, no. Bollocks.

Is there a problem, sir?

No. I need you to pull over.

Is there anything I can do, sir?

Can I borrow your

phone please, mate?

You what?

I command that you

surrender your mobile phone.

- I need to make urgent call. Royal business.

- Yes, sir.

- It's a UK call, right?

- Yes.

Yes. And private.

- Hello?

- It's me. My battery died.

- I worked it out.

- What?

Your magic number.

How does 10 million sound?

- What are you talking about?

- Two way split.

Got a guy waiting to take this stuff

off our hands. It's all been arranged.

I don't think I can, mate.

What did I tell you about letting

people take the piss out of you?

It's time to step up, Rafa.

I'm ready to give you what you're worth.

Yatesey...

I have decided to walk to my next meeting.

This is yours.

- Shall I drive those cases to...

- No, no. Not necessary.

You are finished for the day.

The f***...

Jesus, what the hell?

Come on! Move.

Get out of the car!

Get out of the f***ing...

Come on, move.

Come on, come on, please.

- OK, what the f*** is this?

- Look again!

Look the f*** again.

Oh, God damn it!

Oh, f***, f***.

Oh, here we go.

- Yatesey, everything all right?

- All good.

- Where's Rafa?

- He's with me.

- I thought we were meeting up after...

- Yeah well, you know what thought did.

We're just calling to say goodbye.

- You've got the diamonds?

- Not for long.

I've got a buyer lined up and ready to go.

- What is going on?

- What about Marcel?

Your problem. Goodbye, Sam.

He's done it, hasn't he?

F***!

- What?

- Come on, let's go.

Our statement from you,

"A prince and his royal secretary

"just stole $20 million worth of jewels

"without using any force."

Did you gift-wrap it for them?

- Excuse me?

- The jewellery. Did you have it gift-wrapped?

Cos you might as well have done.

- Are we suspects?

- Of course not, Beth.

We're in charge now, thank you,

Mr Dawson.

What do we tell Marcel?

Maybe he'll give us an extension.

Not if we're talking about

the same bloke, we're not.

What's that?

Do you think I'd trust

Rafa with $20 million?

How else do we keep

an eye on them?

Good call.

Right, he's heading east.

Marie DE Guise Hotel, Park Lane.

OK, well that's ten minutes away

from here.

Yatesey reckons he's already

found a buyer.

Mate, with that amount of money at stake

he'll have to bring some serious

muscle to the table.

Right. I know just the guy.

Sam, we were just talking about you.

- Yeah, what?

- Do you have my money in your hands?

Yeah, well about that...

We might need an extension.

- Speak.

- Sam? Sam, it's me...

Frankie?

It was Tariq's idea to pick her up.

I think he's got a bit of a crush on her.

If you consider that he got his last

two girlfriend's hooked on drugs

and working as prostitutes,

you might realise this isn't

the ideal relationship for her to be in.

I want my money. Today.

Any later, I give Frankie to Tariq.

And when he's done with her, he comes

looking for you and for your friends.

We'll get you your money.

It's amazing what a little extra

motivation can do, isn't it?

Now, tell me, where can I collect my money?

Obviously you checked into

the validity of this Riald character?

Yeah.

Well, yeah. Kind of.

What he's asking is, did you ever call

Brunei and speak directly to Riald?

Of course he did.

We were invited to the wedding.

Busted.

- You're pathetic.

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