Wasteland Page #7

I'm not trying to slag off your mother.

But if it's a worry, I wanna know now,

not tomorrow when we're halfway into the job

and we're left standing with our c*cks in our hands.

It's not about my f***ing mum.

- But I am f***ing worried.

- What about?

- About f***ing the whole thing up.

- Christ.

Even if we did, the police have their heads

stuck so far up their arse

they'd find Shergar

before it dawns on 'em what we're up to.

Bollocks to the police.

I'm talking about Roper.

- I'm not worried about that arsehole.

- You're not, but you f***ing should be.

He's a f***ing psychopath and don't think for

one second if he tipples us he won't do us.

Together. What's he gonna do?

Well, I don't know, but it'll f***ing hurt

and it'll f***ing last.

- So you're backing out.

- Did I say that?

Look, it's the day before the job

and I'm having some doubts

and I'm f***ing entitled to.

All right.

So how about you, then, our fearless leader?

You're awfully quiet.

- You're saying it all for me.

- Yeah, I am.

You're supposed to be the one

rallying the troops. What's up?

Nicola's ultimatum struck a chord?

Fancy a couple of years of domestic bliss

instead of following up what you started?

- F*** off, Demps.

- No, man. You f*** off!

I've handed in me notice on me flat,

I've sold the last of me CDs,

I've sold all me stuff.

I've put a lot of hours into this job

and I want that coffee shop.

I f***ing deserve it.

I'm not gonna try and talk anyone into anything

'cause as far as I'm concerned,

we've already made a deal.

I'm going home, and anyone

who hasn't lost their bottle can follow.

I'll see you tonight or I'll see you around.

Might see him today.

Don't know.

See him much?

Only see him when he wants something.

Mum?

Mum.

I'm going now.

I would've told you sooner,

but I didn't know how you'd take it.

Me and the lads have set something up abroad,

our own business, working for nobody.

And when we're up and running,

I'll have you over for a visit

and you can see what your son's made of himself.

It's gonna be something.

You're gonna have to take care of yourself for a while.

I know you can do it.

I hope things...

I love you, Mum. Take care.

Nicola?

At the last minute, when

it becomes real, you're gonna have doubts.

The line between planning and actually doing it,

between fantasy and reality,

it's a hell of a line to cross.

But you crossed it?

They all kept their word. I kept mine.

That night we went over the plans,

the smallest detail. We had it locked.

Everybody set to 10:23 in...

five, four, three, two,

now.

- I still think we should've used mobiles.

- Mobiles could have a delay.

Time is immovable. Isn't that right, Harvey?

- Come on, pal, this is your mantra.

- What? Yeah.

- Just stick to the schedule, we'll walk it.

- Are you all right, Harvey?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You sure?

There ain't nothing you want to say?

Yeah, there is. Let's f***ing smash it.

Come on!

Good night, girls. See you.

10:
45 we moved to our first positions,

ready to go when the clock struck 11.

We expected the first coaches home in under 30 minutes.

It all had to move like clockwork.

The alarm system has an exterior bus network

by the telephone exchange.

This isn't the same as an alarm control box,

which are housed inside the building, for

obvious reasons, so we couldn't shut it down.

The best we could do was to try and suspend

the individual exterior alarm sensors one at a time

and delay the transmission of the signal.

One of us had to take care of it.

He had eight minutes.

Another had to initiate

the actual break-in of the club.

His job was to pave the way forward

for the third member of our team.

He had seven minutes to do it.

The third member had the unenviable task

of cracking the safe,

but his job wouldn't begin

until the others had completed theirs.

And me,

I had to make sure the job

were carried through to the very finish.

You know what they say about best laid plans.

Charlie, I need you to do something for me.

What, now?

You can't account for issues

like the weather or nerves or human error.

If the tiniest element misaligns, the rest will follow.

Come on, come on, come on.

- F*** it!

- And that's when we panic.

Don't take the piss.

Get your stuff together so we don't have to

keep the driver hanging about all night.

Come on. For f***'s sake.

And panic inevitably leads to mistakes.

That's when confusion takes over.

And before you know what's happened,

you're left standing alone

and it all comes crashing down around you.

Fancy meeting you here.

I'm gonna f***ing enjoy this.

Not too late, am I?

And all you've got left

is your instinct for self-preservation.

Come on, shift your arses or you'll all

end up in the garage with the bus.

Come on, everybody, off now.

Call the f***ing police.

When I heard the alarm, I should've made a run for it.

When Roper showed up 30 seconds later,

I should've run away.

But I just...

I couldn't...

Maybe there's a few things I shouldn't have done.

That's quite a story, Harvey. Quite a story.

Now, I'm gonna have to ask you a few questions, Harvey,

straighten out a couple of details, understood?

You say the alarm sounded

and 30 seconds later you were stood

in front of Roper outside the club.

Yeah, yeah, that's about right.

Right, now, when the alarm is triggered

in a place like the Rise Club,

it sends a message to the security firm that covers it,

in this case, Steven Roper Securities.

The alarm was triggered

at approximately 11:15.

Emergency services received a call

from a local resident at 11:16

stating that the alarm at the club was active

and had been for about a minute.

Our first officer arrived at the scene

at 11:
19,

by which time the altercation between

yourself and Mr Roper had taken place.

- Now, do you see what I'm getting at?

- No.

Right. Now, if Steven Roper was in his office

on the other side of the estate,

monitoring the security terminal

that indicated the break-in at the club,

he would've had four minutes to get

across the estate, on foot, confront you,

slap you around a bit, get

knocked unconscious and wait for the police.

It's not really possible, is it?

No. No, I suppose it's not.

So how long had you been with Roper

before the police arrived?

A few minutes.

I turned up at the door.

It had already been busted.

Roper showed up, we had an altercation.

He would've killed me.

- All right.

- My f***ing face.

- He would've f***ing killed me.

- All right, we'll get to that later.

But what I want to know is

what Roper was doing at the club

before the alarm was triggered,

when it was closed for business

and you were trying to rob it.

- Is it coincidence?

- Yeah, maybe.

- I don't believe in coincidence.

- Maybe he were trying to rob it.

Why would he do that

if he owns the firm that protects the place?

An insurance job? I don't know.

Maybe him and Albert had the same idea as us.

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