Remainder Page #5

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Apart from you and me, no one's going

to know what the difference is.

Our team will know. You can't fool them

into thinking that Holborn's a replica.

They're in a van! They've been doing this

a thousand times!

They're going to think they're doing

a rehearsal. Our set is identical.

- And what if they do look out?

- 'Tell them we've changed locations.

'Park a catering truck in front

of the bank. Show them a film permit.

'I want to go with them, Naz.

I need a suit just like theirs and a mask.

'And a pistol. Just like the one

Christopher had. Silver with real bullets.

'This is real, Naz,

so everything has to be real.'

Hello?

'Can you hear me?

'I need you for this, Naz.

'It won't work without you.'

'How was Oxford?'

'I've worked it out.

'The robbery itself has 12 scenarios.

'And each one of those scenarios

has a subset of 104 permutations.

'But they all have one thing in common.

'They're all threatened

by the same chief contingency.'

- 'Was it Greg?'

- 'No.

'The only way to stop

any information from leaking

'would be to eliminate all channels

through which it could possibly leak.'

Wait. I remember this.

'You understand what this means?

'We need to make arrangements.

'I know someone who could do it.

Discreetly.'

Now?

Well, no. Of course not now.

After the robbery.

It could be an accident

in the getaway vehicle.

It's just an example.

We've had this conversation before.

Don't you remember?

Do you even understand what I'm saying?

I'm talking about

getting rid of our people.

Come on. Don't you remember?

I-I don't... I don't remember.

So, how many times have you done this?

At least 400 times, sir.

And has it changed?

No, no. It's always the same, sir.

We're professionals.

But have you noticed the details in it?

You know, the way they repeat.

The rhythm. The poetry.

Aye, the poetry, eh?

Who the f*** is this poofter?

You won't get much out of him, sir.

He's a method actor.

- He's a tit-head.

- F*** off.

We drive around in your van for hours

while people fuss around with your set,

and when it's ready we jump out

and do the same thing a million times.

I've robbed this bank at least

20 times a day now for six weeks.

I haven't got rich,

but I haven't been caught neither.

- See?

- That sounds like...

- A tit-head.

- F*** off, Nigel!

- Why are you always taking the piss?

- I'm not, d*ckhead, my character is.

- Then change your character.

- Why don't I change your nappy first?

- I'll make you my b*tch, you prick.

- I'll shoot you in the head.

'Two minutes.'

Excuse, lads.

Oh, my God.

- God, look at that!

- F***ing hell! Is that the new sky?

- Whoa, whoa! What's going on out there?

- Wow!

- How much was that?

- Shut the f*** up!

- That is incredible.

- How much? How much was it?

Oh, Cath?

Sorry, I didn't realise you were here.

A Mr Simpson keeps calling for you.

Thanks, Charlie, but I'm not here.

Just forgot something downstairs.

Hi. I'm Detective Inspector Morrell.

This is DI Aires.

- We'd like to speak to the manager.

- One moment, please.

'30 seconds.'

Same old, same old.

Yeah.

Whoo!

Let's be out in four minutes.

We have a special guest with us today.

- 'Ten seconds.'

- Come on!

'Five seconds.

'Three, two, one.'

Go!

Go! Go!

Come on!

Put your hands on your head!

- Get down!

- Put your hands on your head!

Thank you, Naz.

It's beautiful.

Go! Don't you move!

- I've got three phones here!

- If I see you twitch...

- Any tricks and my mate'll shoot you!

- All right, all right!

- Quicker!

- OK!

- Freeze.

- Just a second.

- New guy!

- Freeze, like the boss said!

Oh, nice!

- 'Two minutes.'

- Go on! Go!

Hands on your head!

Don't move!

It's not there!

Ha-ha! Brilliant, you two tossers!

- I'd say that's a cut, Naz. Naz?

- 'Four minutes.'

- What the f*** is going on?

- What the hell happened, Derek?

I'll be f***ed if I know.

Nigel stopped, my gun went off

and he just fell on top of me.

That wasn't supposed to happen!

Did you change the script or something?

- 'Five minutes.'

- Stop this f***ing nonsense, Naz.

Nigel's had a bad fall.

He might need an ambulance.

Who the f***'s this tart?

Shut your f***ing phone off already!

F***ing... what the f***?

What the f***'s wrong with him?

Oh, come on, stop it, for f***'s sake!

Oh, f***ing...!

'Six minutes.'

Tony, what the f***'s wrong with him?

Come on, man!

- Nigel!

- It's f***ing real.

- What?

- It's f***ing real!

Stop. Number 1, stop.

Oh, f***ing... f*** this.

Naz, I'm done! I quit!

- Don't move.

- F*** off!

'Seven minutes.'

'What's going on in there?'

Tommy! Tommy, no!

Shut up!

- Oh, my God! Tommy!

- Shut up!

'Ten minutes. The police are coming.

I can't wait any longer.'

Get up.

This is mine, isn't it?

I'm out. Where are you?

Right, anyone hurt? We're police officers.

Don't touch anything. It's all evidence.

Come on, Naz.

Where are you, Naz? Is that you?

- Yeah. Yeah, they're on it.

- OK.

- Where's the cameras?

- One, two...

Go, go! Stay there! Be calm! We'll be back!

- Seen this?

- Stall them! Go, go, go!

Armed robbery. Shots fired.

Have you got back-up?

Naz, where are you?

'About the past I can say very little.

'Something fell down from the sky.

'Technology, parts, bits

squashing me on to the pavement

'and then nothing, a blank.

'Eventually the sun will set

'and the universe will run down

like a toy whose spring is unwound.

'Then there'll be no more music.

No more loops.

'Nothing to recreate.

No buildings to renovate.

'No people to rehearse

how to freeze, how to move.

'For now, though, the clouds will part

and something will fall down,

'turning, returning,

heading back, getting nearer.

'Here I am,

'reborn and waiting.

'Again.'

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