The Hit

Buzz off.

[Knocking]

[Man]

Willie. 6:
30.

Willie?

Right.

Stage fright, Willie?

Come on. Move it.

[Car Engine Starts]

Coming out.

Right.

[Man] Your last address was

77 A Eton Grove,

South Norwood?

[Willie]

Yes, sir.

[Man]

And would it be true to say, Mr. Parker...

that for a good many years now

you have made your living...

solely as a hardened

professional criminal?

[Willie]

Yes, sir, I regret to say.

[Man]

Afternoon of the 23rd of September, 1971.

Barclays Bank branch

in Beavers Road, East Dulwich.

- You participated in that raid, Mr. Parker?

- [Willie] Yes, sir.

[Man] And who were your confederates

on that occasion?

[Willie]

Uh...

Hopwood, Riordan...

Fellows, Mr. Corrigan.

Who did what?

What?

Uh - Oh. Uh...

I stayed with the car, and, uh...

Lenny, Jimmy and Jeff

went in the bank.

- [Man] And Corrigan?

- He got the money.

All of it?

- No.

- You shared it out, didn't you?

Yeah.

- But Corrigan got the liors share.

- Right.

'Cause he was the mastermind

behind the operation.

Yeah. See, Mr. Corrigan -

Yeah. Mastermind.

[Man]

Morning of the 25th of October, 1972.

The Securicor van

in Peckham High Road.

A guard was wounded.

- You took part?

- Yes, sir.

And Riordan, Fellows and Mr. Corrigan.

- Not Hopwood.

- No, sir.

I think -

I think Lenny had flu that day.

- [Woman Coughs]

- Or cold feet.

Who fired at the guard?

Uh, that was Riordan.

Finally, Mr. Parker...

I will ask you this:

In agreeing to give your evidence...

have you been influenced

by any promises...

of immunity from prosecution...

or special treatment

at the hands of the police or of the court?

No, sir.

I'm here, and I'm saying this...

because I think I should.

I think it's right.

[Judge]

Very well, Parker. You may stand down.

Thank you, milord.

# We'll meet again #

# Don't know where

Don't know when #

# But I know we'll meet again

some sunny day #

# Keep smiling through #

# Just like you used to do #

# 'Cause I know we'll meet again #

# Some sunny day #

# We'll meet again #

# Don't know where

Don't know when #

# But I know we'll meet again

some sunny day #

[Crickets Chirping]

[Priest Praying In Spanish]

[Chattering]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Chattering In Spanish]

- Oh. Qu tal?

- Hola. Qu tal?

[Speaking Spanish]

- Hola. Qu tal? Qu desea?

- Uh, caf solo.

- [Engine Stops]

- [Car Door Opens]

[Car Door Closes]

[Banging]

- [Chuckles]

- [Speaking Spanish]

[Spanish]

- Muerto.

- [Spanish]

[Spanish]

[Spanish Continues]

- Hola, Willie.

- Hey. Hola.

- Cmo ests?

- Bien. Seor Juan.

Qu hay?

- Muy elegante, eh?

- Ay. Muy elegante.

- Cmo se dice en espaol?

- Los negocios de vivir.

Mr. Parker!

Mr. Parker!

Mr. Parker!

[Chimes Jingling]

[Jingling Continues]

Juan!

Ah.

[Spanish]

[Gunshots]

[Spanish]

- [Straining]

- [Spanish]

#[Flamenco, Up-tempo]

#[Continues]

#[Singers Shouting]

#[Ends]

[Bird Squawking]

[Chattering In Spanish]

- [Man Chuckles]

- [Chattering Continues]

[Engine Starts]

[Chattering In Spanish]

[Chattering In Spanish]

[Grunting]

- [Grunts]

- [Willie Groans]

[Spanish]

[Whimpers]

[Tapping On Window]

Go.

- [Laughing]

- Dinero!

[Chattering In Spanish]

[Horn Honks]

Come on.

[Willie]

Can I open the window?

- Enough.

- Ta.

[Horn Honks]

- [Tires Squealing]

- [Horn Honking]

Sorry, Mr. Braddock.

Mr. Braddock.

# [Willie Humming: "We'll Meet Again"]

# But I know we'll meet a... #

Hmm.

# Some sunny day #

#[Humming]

- What you grinning at, a**hole?

- Sorry.

Got nothing to smile about, mate,

if you knew.

If I knew?

He thinks I don't know.

If I knew.

Where's Mr. Corrigan? London?

Have you fellas got a boat

stashed away somewhere?

No. Can't see it.

And we're traveling north.

No. I'd say a quick run up through France

and then over the drink.

That's your only problem, seems to me...

getting me over the water.

Yeah, well, Corrigan ain't in London.

He's in Paris.

- Myron.

- Sorry, Mr. Braddock.

Myron.

That's an unusual name. Myron.

Well, Paris.

So...

cross the frontier at -

Where?

Somewhere quiet, eh?

Up through France, should get

to Paris, 5:
00, 6:00 in the morning.

Quick word with Mr. Corrigan

and then...

lights out, Willie.

The executioner...

and his assistant.

Yeah, well, if you know,

it ain't funny, is it?

Isn't it?

- I'll tell you something I read once, Myron.

- [Braddock] You.

[Willie]

Uh, Parker, Mr. Braddock.

Willie Parker.

You.

Shut your mouth.

[Willie]

Get some practice in, eh?

[Man On Car Radio Speaking Spanish]

[Man On Radio]

El residente ingls William Parker -

- [Continues In Spanish]

- Hey. Fame.

[Continues In Spanish]

- Juan Velsquez...

- Ah. Poor old Juan.

Seems those fellas who picked me up

swiped him on the way out.

I thought we hit something -

somebody.

- Swiped who?

- Juan. Juan velsquez. He's a cop.

[Man On Radio] En un Dodge color marrn,

con licencia nmero 33-00-21.

Ah. Got the car number.

[Spanish Continues]

They expect to make arrests at any moment,

and there's a reward for information.

- Turn it off. What cop?

- Nobody said nothing to us about no filth.

A new addition, when they heard

Mr. Corrigan was getting out.

- Spanish cop?

- Favor from the Guardia Civil.

He's lying, Mr. Braddock.

- You f***! You're lying!

- Why would I do that?

Of course he is.

He's shitting us. He's winding us up.

- Turn off the road, next exit.

- Mr. Braddock -

Do it.

There's no bloody exits.

[Police Radio Chatter]

[Police Radio Chatter]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[No Audible Dialogue]

We got no problem, Mr. Braddock.

It's only those Spanish geezers

could finger us, and we took care of them.

Didrt we?

Let's do him here.

It's as good a place as any.

Get the f*** out of this country.

We'll get another car.

Yeah.

Can't be too careful.

Shut up!

Risky, innit, boss?

- We'll go to Madrid.

- Madrid?

Madrid.

F*** this! I've had enough.

[Shouts]

I'll get back in the car then, eh?

- He's up to something.

- What did you do?

[Myron]

Yeah, I know.

He's up to something!

[Braddock]

Is he?

Is he?

[Engine Starts]

- Where to, Mr. Braddock?

- Left.

Oh. It's ages since I've been to Madrid.

[Man On TV] And again with Ditchburg.

Once again, Madden wins it.

And again...

No, it's kept in play this time. Kerry.

Attempted smother by Shodum.

[Chuckles]

Beauty. Ripper.

- [Chuckles]

- [Announcer]... into the goal square.

- Volls will get there first.

- [Door Opens]

Good chipper by Bradbury.

- Hello, sweetheart?

- [Announcer] Trying to find Watson

or Heard.

They're both there.

Took McConkel out of business.

It's three on one out there

and picked up by Weston.

Kicked towards center field.

Bandahar.

Oh, f***.

[TVAnnouncer Continues, Indistinct]

[Announcer]

Oh! What a steal from Ryan!

[Announcer Continues, Indistinct]

I know you, don't I?

It's Mr. Mitchell, isn't it?

- No.

- Sure it is.

Tony Mitchell.

Mitch. You remember me, Mitch?

Harry.

Rome.

- You remember me. Harry.

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