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- He knows.

Am I going to lose my job?

- What?

- The prince used my phone.

"Royal business," he said.

Do you have any idea

who it could have been?

No, but the number is still here.

- You sure about this?

- These guys respect me, Rafa.

They run a cash business. It's perfect.

Hello, you're talking to a millionaire.

You reckon I won't find you?

- I'm counting on it.

- You're not as clever as you think.

Sit down with the stuff.

Sit down.

Mr Yates. Meet my boss.

- Only name he goes by is Mr X.

- Good to finally meet you. Come in.

They're here.

Any problem, you call me.

What the...

Come here!

- Where is she? Where is she?

- She...

She's in the boot.

Stay there.

It's OK.

It's OK.

I just want to get the f*** out of here.

Please. I'm only an accountant.

Give me your phone.

And your jacket, now.

All right, go. Go.

Frankie, we have to finish this.

I can't protect you. I'm sorry.

Frankie, run.

Go!

Nice. Very nice.

That's just the tip of

the iceberg, bruv.

Dion tells me you're pulling in

half a million cash a week.

That means I've got enough stuff

for three month's wages.

- I'd like to see it.

- I see the money, you see the stuff.

He wasn't asking.

What the f***?

You're out of your depth, Mr Yates.

There's no shame in it.

Should I remind you that there are

cameras in the lobby and the lifts?

Only if you want me to tell you we came

in the back and took the stairs.

F***!

Don't worry, it's a .22.

Only little.

F***'s sake, Yatesey,

just give them what they want!

- Shut up, Rafa.

- My f***ing leg!

Last chance.

Stop.

He's not going to tell us anything.

Not with a gun in that idiot's mouth.

Now you and me, we're kindred spirits.

You know what I see in your eyes?

Nothing. It's like looking in the mirror.

You expecting someone?

Well, then answer the door.

And if it's anyone other than an old lady

wanting to change the sheets,

I'm gonna ventilate your head.

You gonna invite us in?

Yatesey!

Triangulation puts them at

Marie DE Guise Hotel, Park Lane.

Call for backup.

Yeah?

DCI Hartley, ambulance required at

the Marie DE Guise Hotel now.

Shots are being fired.

Clear everybody out! Get out, go, go!

We've got to wait for backup.

Yatesey!

Where's the backup?

Stop right there!

Right, he's on the move. Let's go.

Yeah. Marcel's here now.

Get down.

Get us the f*** out of here now!

F*** you!

Armed police!

Drop the gun, right f***ing now!

Hey, f*** you!

He set me up!

Soon as we find somewhere quiet,

I want you to pull over.

I'm going to cut that f***ing

b*tch's throat.

You sure you know how to use that thing?

Looks like one of those

point and shoot models to me.

Get out of the f***ing car!

Get out of the f***ing car!

What are you doing?

Yatesey, you prick!

Ow!

Get off me!

Yatesey!

Yatesey! Yatesey!

Sam?

Sam! Sam!

Sam!

Sam.

Sam, Sam we need to go.

- Sam, we've got to get you out of here.

- Yatesey's here.

- What?

- He's here, he's got the f***ing diamonds!

- Check the other car.

- The f***ing door's jammed.

- F***ing check the other car!

- I'm not f***ing leaving you here.

You have to try and get out.

Fordy, I'm not gonna f***ing make it, mate.

Go!

Go, go!

F***. F***!

Go!

F***!

Sam! I'm sorry...

Call an ambulance!

One casualty...

Back behind the tape, please!

I backed the wrong horse.

Sorry.

I didn't get that.

Say that again please, over.

F*** it.

Look alive, Rafa.

Someone's made a dirty protest

in the gent's again.

It's like a cluster

bomb's gone off in there.

- Gimme a break. It's your turn.

- No, no, no, my friend.

I serve the customers,

you clean up what they leave behind.

You don't like it, I call your parole

officer and tell him you've been stealing.

Aw.

- Wanker.

- Oh.

It just doesn't stop. I didn't get

out of here until 2:00 last night.

- Before or after you went to the bar?

- I came back.

- Oh, really?

- You need a little...

- And Jeremy, how is he?

- Telephone call for you, sir.

- For me?

- Yes.

Back in a minute.

Hey, I didn't ask for...

Double glazing salesman.

Calls me in a restaurant.

How does that even happen?

Did you buy any?

- You all right?

- Yeah.

I think so.

Yeah, you done right by her.

That's got to count for something.

Let's go.

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