We Still Steal The Old Way

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I said, no calls.

- Oh, now...is that Sir Edward?

Who is this?

Let's just say I'm somebody

you really don't want to ignore.

I beg your pardon?!

- You caused a lot of misery in your time, haven't you?

Mind you, so have I. The only difference is that I knew the names of the people I was hurting.

And as far as I was concerned, they deserved everything they got.

But you--you never knew the names of any of your victims, did you?

And they certainly didn't deserve what they were getting from you.

I don't know who you are or what you're hoping to achieve...

What I want is for you to return every penny you've stolen.

...I'm sorry? I...I thought you said...

And Mark Twain said something good.

He said, "Do the right thing. You will gratify some people and astonish others."

- Mark Twain also said:

"To succeed in life, you need two things:

"Ignorance and confidence."

- Yeah; clever old sod, wasn't he?

And you, sir, are not.

You certainly have ignorance, and it would seem confidence...

But you are not going to succeed in whatever it is you're trying to do.

Unlike banking, my line of work is dependent on results, and that's what I get.

In my line of work, we approach business in two ways.

If you're in the investment market, you're a bull or a bear.

What's your point?

- Well, there's a 16th-century proverb:

"Don't sell the bear's skin before you've killed it."

Maybe you should be more cautious with your threats.

Maybe we've done enough quoting for one day, eh? Just f***ing give it back!

I don't run a successful bank by giving money away.

I'm successful because I f***ing take money.

I'll take that as a "no," then.

I must say, he didn't seem too keen.

Sounds like it's time for plan B, then.

Tin Man, come in.

What buttons do I ... which button do I press?

It's the button on the side.

- Oh come on, come on Richard, I'm just winding you up.

Oh, very droll. Everything clear out there?

Yes, yes; just me and the moonlight.

How're the old ladies doing?

Roy keeps moaning about his

shoulder, but we're getting there.

I better see what they're doing.

- Yeah, well, I'll see you soon.

Hey! Don't get caught!

-Ha ha.

What?!

I was saying, I wish we'd had

one of these back in the day.

What, to break through the brickwork, you mean?

- No, the shins.

I wouldn't have this twinge in my shoulder if

it hadn't've been for those f***ing hand drills.

Gentlemen, let's not forget we're on the clock here.

Ten minutes, 15 tops.

- You said a bleedin' half hour ago!

This is a precision job.

No, don't do that. Don't do--!

Well that was a lucky swing.

- It's all in the shoulders, Royzee.

Oh yeah, take a piss.

- Gentlemen...

Come on, give us a hand with this.

Let's see if the ol' magic's still there, eh?

Hmm...

Is that a good "hmm" or a bad "hmm?"

Harley says he'll piss it.

There you go. What did I say?!

Oooh.

- Your back and my shoulder...

How come Butch never ended

up with any career side-effects?

I keep telling everyone: I'm

the young gun on the firm.

...Yeah.

Wait! Wait.

That's the trouble with you young

guns:
all brawn and no brains.

Right.

What color is this one?

Looks purple.

- That's magenta.

Well, what's the difference?

It's the difference between the alarms

going off and the alarms not going off.

Oh...yeah. No, that's magenta.

It's the difference between the alarms

going off and the alarms not going off.

Oh...yeah. No, that's magenta.

So I cut this one, right?

Roy?

Please.

"Everything has its limit."

"Iron ore cannot be educated into gold."

- What?

Mark Twain.

- Oh, yeah.

Mark who?

Everything has its limit.

Alright, let's get to work.

Now look at me.

Who's in charge?

No. I am.

What's going on?!

You're being robbed.

Oh...that's not good.

Armed police, don't move!

To the ground; armed police!

I guess you caught us

red-handed. Put it down, Roy.

Let's go!

Move! Move!

Romeo Alpha, Romeo Alpha.

Romeo Alpha, go ahead.

Arms ... at E2.

We're sending details to your car.

Ok, we read you. En route.

F***! We gotta go.

What's your name?

- Dave.

Dave, do you think you can handle those fellas?

Pfft. Three old geezers? Yeah.

Yeah, right. We're on our way.

Just say that you caught them, ok?

What?

Saves me doing the paperwork!

You might even get a raise or something. Yeah?

And get rid of all that security footage--us arriving.

Just pretend that they cut the wires or something.

Good boy.

Lizzie Davis.

Hello, Anne-Marie.

You look well.

- You too.

I can see why Richie's heart was set aflutter again.

So...I was asked... Well, uh, no, actually:

I was told by your goons that you wanted to see me.

Well, well! You've toughened up.

Not the girl I remember.

- Yeah, well, I'm not a girl, anymore, am I?

None of us are girls anymore.

Anyway, what do you want?

Do you remember my parents?

Yes, Anne-Marie, everyone knew your dad.

Next Tuesday he'll have spent 30 years in prison.

My mother is about to die soon.

Alzheimer's.

Horrible f***ing illness that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

Yeah, I...I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry...

- We found a clinic for her in Europe.

They've been keeping her going, in the hope that

my father would be granted compassionate leave

...to be able to say goodbye to her in private.

- So they've refused him?

Oh, they've toyed with us.

Promised to review ... but it's all bollocks.

The previous prison governor even took our bribes,

then didn't follow through on his promises.

You said previou...

Right, okay.

- It was a terrible accident.

Do you know, I've got this funny feeling you want me to do something

...and I just for the life of me can't work out what it is.

How do you feel about Richie being caught?

Um... heh...

A few months back I wouldn't have had any feelings one way or the other.

But now? Since he's charmed his way back into your life?

Richie asked me to tell you to wait for him.

He's spoken to you since he's been caught?!

- Richie and I go back a long way.

There's the girl I remember.

Anyway, they get up on the terrace, go through

the French windows, nick all the tom, come out.

And Gerald, he climbs all the way back down to the street.

Whereupon the other fellow leans over and says to him:

"Oy! Get back up here!"

So he says, "Why? I've just come back down here."

"Get back up here."

So he climbs all the way back up...

...and gets onto the terrace and he says "What?!"

and the other fellow says, "Come over here, listen to this geezer snoring."

George Briggs, a legend, they tell me.

Runs things in the prison, I was warned; be his friend, they advised.

But, you see, here's the thing.

And your boss that's never seemed to understand this.

You think you're invincible.

And on the outside,

you may well have led a life that's afforded you protection.

The kind of protection that most mere mortals cannot understand.

But once you're in here...

...inside...

...away from those you pay to protect you

...well, then you're just like everyone else.

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