The Hatton Garden Job Page #3

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You've got a volume button on

that hearing-aid of yours.

Use it!

There's a camera here.

Hmmm.

And a camera here.

And an alarm point here.

Have a look at that. Any help you

can give us, it'll be most welcome.

- Have a good look.

- Bye. - Thank you!

Magic!

All we need now is a date.

- You got one in mind?

- Hmm.

I feel like chocolate eggs...

Easter?

Yeah.

The whole place will be closed

down over the holiday weekend.

Easter? Hmmm.

Not just a pretty face, are you?

The Hungarians are known for keeping

their word, no matter what.

The problem is, they hold everyone

else to the same standard.

She's not giving me a master

key and some alarm codes.

She's selling them to me.

The price is precious stones.

14 million quid's worth

of the little bastards.

And if this job goes down

and I don't get them.

I'll be paying for this

envelope with me life.

I like you.

Don't let me down.

So, finally, he comes round

at the passenger door,

He told me to wind my window down...

[STOPPED UP RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER]

[HE'S HAVING A LAUGH AT IT!]

Oi!

Do you mind?

You what?

I can't hear myself think over here!

Not with you lot, screaming and

shouting like a lot of pissy girls.

[GO ON, THEN]

Moany old bastard!

Kids today, no respect.

[-LET'S GO!

- SHOTS!]

You're alright, Terence?

[CHEERS]

[COME ON!]

How old are you, son?

Come again?

You heard me... how old are you?

- 19.

- 19, aye?

My friend there is 66 years old.

And my Math ain't great,

but I'm thinking that gives

him about 48 years on you.

- Yeah, so?

- So...

He's not very happy about the

way you just spoke to him

and he wants you to

apologize to him.

Oh, yeah?

And what if I don't?

Well, it's a free country,

so far, anyway...

Exactly.

And I'm free to tell some

miserable older twat

to wind his neck

in it if I wanted.

Prick...!

You seem like a smart young lad.

You wanna play a game with me?

Nothing physical.

I mean, I struggle to get

me shoes on these days...

Let alone batting with lumps like you.

Alright.

What kind of game?

So, I got one question for you...

Now, this is not just

any old question,

this one requires

a lot of thought.

You get it right and I'll buy you

and your buddies a round of shots.

And you can make as much

noise as you like...

And I'll take my miserable old

mates over to the corner.

What if he gets it wrong?

Then, you have to apologize

to my good friend here.

Yeah.

Alright. This will be the

easiest drink I've ever earned.

OK.

You get one chance to answer.

So, here's your question.

The man who invented it, didn't want it.

The man who bought it, didn't need it.

The man who needs it, doesn't know it.

What is it?

Can you repeat that?

No.

Come on.

What's that clever brain

of yours telling you?

I don't know. What?

What is it?

A coffin.

[YEAH, THERE YOU GO]

[NICE ONE!]

Alright.

I guess I'd better get these

old chaps a few drinks.

Erzebet.

Marcus.

Surprised to see me?

I didn't hear that you

were coming to town.

Slipped my mind to call.

Business?

Pleasure.

You know how I like to gamble.

You coming out here?

Always.

And what about you?

You feeling lucky?

I don't bet unless I know

I'm gonna get what I want.

Hmm.

That's not gambling.

No.

It's winning.

So...

What are you doing?

Think of the things we've done.

I mean, between the four of us.

We could have... no, we know,

should have, bought a small country

for the money we've nicked.

Look us now...

four old farts living in the same

gloppy bit of London we grew up in.

No one cares.

Bunch of mad men, you know

what I'm telling you?

HOW CAN THEY DRINK SO MUCH?

Can I get...?

Thanks.

You lot look like you're

enjoying yourselves.

I wish I could say the same for you.

Yeah, it's been an interesting day.

Old fella, next door to me,

he was a big man.

God bless the soppy sod.

But he makes me think to myself.

Why did I even bother?

Hmm?

I'm doing this...

'cause I wanna be remembered.

I just want a Toll in one arm,

a Rolex on the other.

You know what I'm talking about?

These friends of yours...

How heavy are we talking?

War criminal type.

And if the job goes South?

Red Boys are up on Newbury Street, mate.

You want directions?

Get in.

Are you still Old Bill?

I heard you took early retirement.

I said, get in.

You're playing a very dangerous game.

I know.

Others shouldn't walk

when it's dark out,

you never know what you're

going to step in. How would I?

I'm talking about the Hungarians.

I've been mixing with

wrong'uns for 25 years.

When a phone from out of town

starts recruiting for a big job,

a word gets out.

A lot of valuable assets

in that old vault.

A job like that could

make or break a man.

It's a friendly warning to steer clear?

I ain't your friend.

Are you gonna shop me to your mates?

Once a filth, always a filth.

Let's just say, I have different

employers these days, aye?

What the f*** do you want?

Men like Frank Baskin

always have an angle.

This job just got a

lot more complicated.

So, your crew...

They can handle it, yeah?

They're the top of the game.

We got a problem.

Yeah, I ain't had a very

purposeful day, alright?

Brian.

What?

He's collapsed.

Sh*t!

But you're gonna be alright?

Don't you worry about me.

I'll be good...

The doctor's given me some pills...

liven me up and ease the pain.

He says all I really need is some rest.

And avoid all stress.

It'll take more than this

to put your old man down.

Speaking of rest...

We will finish our tea,

then we'll be on our way.

This changes nothing.

The job's tomorrow.

I know when it is.

I'll be fine.

Fine?

I'll be fine.

What about him?

What about your son?

Because it seems to me,

he might not be that enthusiastic

about you wiping your own arse

and not pulling a f***ing job!

You do your bit, I'll do mine.

We see this through to the end.

F***ing...!

I'm hearing you have problems.

Listen, I don't wanna cause

offence or anything,

but whoever told you that, is wrong.

Frank Baskin and you

have become close, no?

He's the copper who sent me down.

He's an arsehole, he's retired,

he's a nobody.

I do not like the company

of men like him.

Today's Good Friday.

The day of the Crucifixion.

You have until Resurrection

to make my delivery.

And not one day later.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

Good luck.

Paul's got him banged up,

won't even let me talk with him.

We need to break him out!

Break him out, you tit?

What are you talking about?

It's not Alcatraz!

You got a better idea?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Brian sits this one out.

It's his job!

No, it's our job!

Brian came up with the plan

and it's a good one!

I can't believe we're

having this conversation!

As opposed to what?

Could we just speak to Paul?

Look, Danny, I know that

you and Brian are close.

But he's out!

Slow down a bit, Kenny!

Let me get out of this carousel!

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

He is Miss Daisy!

Luck...

It's time to go make me own.

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