We Still Steal The Old Way Page #8

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Sounds risky.

- That's the plan, Butch.

There's one!

Please, David... David, we can work this out.

You want your own cell, don't you? Hm?

I, I can make that happen. I can get

you anything you want. Anything.

Please, no, please... please...

Shhhh. Shhh.

Governor...

This begging and pleading...it lacks dignity.

And to be honest...

It won't do you an ounce of good.

Aaahh!

I've just pierced your left carotid artery.

Now, an educated

lady will realize that...

...when I release, what is

essentially acting like a plug...

...you will have approximately two

minutes to get your affairs in order.

Your time... it starts...

Now.

That is supposed to be open.

- Can we trust him?

Ah, he's a mate of Houghton's.

- What, a bent cozzer?

That's hardly a glowing recommendation.

- Shall we go back for him?

He's locked the gate. We're stuck here.

Hmm.

Now that I know is a bad "hmm".

I need some officers in B-wing.

Stay down, don't move.

Richie...

Oh, be quiet, Butch.

I've been on enough jobs with him to

know he needs peace and quiet for this.

Oy!

So much for the f***ing Freemasons.

Oh good!

Hey mate, where've you been?

The canteen and A-wing are secure now, sir.

Good, good.

- Just...

What are you doing, sir?

Nothing.

Where do we have the incoming officers in?

Who requested the helicopter?

Alright fellas, you can relax.

Oh, come on, don't muck about.

There's no time to lose.

Time for those flares, Butch.

Hold on, mate.

Why are we still here?

I didn't know you could fly a helicopter.

- I can't.

I'm just so bloody sorry George

couldn't make it out with us.

Richie, darling, you tried.

And we almost got away with it.

- Yes we did.

Well... this is goodbye.

I wish I could get to the funeral.

- I know.

Do me a favor.

For this and these and the

helicopter? You name it, girl.

Look after her.

Hm?

- Lizzie.

Yeah, of course I'm going to look after her.

Make sure she knows how much you care about her.

You never were very good at this sort of thing.

Right. Who fancies a trip to the land of

the free and the home of the brave?

I thought we were going to America?

Are you sure you want to come with us?

Are you sure you want me to?

Are you sure you want

to ask that question?

Hang on a minute.

Hamish.

Is someone having a laugh?

What is wrong with "Hamish"?

- Do I look like a sweaty sock?

I kinda do, boyo.

Hamish is a Scotch name.

I was doing Scotch.

Really?

That's quite clever, that thing.

Yeah. This is how we steal. The new way.

Yeah...sort of takes all the fun

out of it, you know, doesn't it?

Oh, I f***ing hate it.

Give me a sawn-off and a sledge-hammer any day.

Good afternoon gentlemen.

Sir Edward, a pleasure to

meet you at long last.

Please, take a seat.

Well, to work.

Well actually, before we start...

Could I ask:
weren't you robbed a while back?

Well, I'm sorry, you were misinformed.

- No... no, it was here.

In London, not long ago.

One of your gold reserves got turned over.

Ah. Yes, there was an incident, but

those responsible were caught.

I heard that there was a second gang.

Posing as armed police officers...

...who switched the gold.

And like you say, the robbers were apprehended.

So nobody bothered to check that the

bullion remaining in the vault was pure.

And this is the good bit:

The real gold was smelted down,

recast, and sold back to your bank.

At a bloody good rate, as it happens.

Can you believe such a thing?

The audacity of some people.

Why are you here?

- Why are we here?

Well, so that you can prove to us

that underneath the Savile Row...

...is a half-assed decent human being.

See, I've got a list of charities here

that are particularly close to our hearts.

Now, we'd like you to show

your philanthropic side...

...by making a contribution

to each one of those.

Out of your own pocket, of course.

- I certainly won't be doing that.

Yes, Sir Edward, you will, unless you want your

name plastered all over tomorrow's newspaper.

I've done my homework, you see.

I know all about your fraudulent

activities, your insider trading...

That's extortion.

- Actually, it's blackmail.

Do you honestly think you're going

to get away with this, you, you...?

I don't see why not. Your witness has

been getting away with it for years.

See, the only difference

between our two worlds...

...is that nobody from banking

has ever been sent to prison.

Oh, don't give me that speech about how

bankers have messed up the world.

Without the banking industry, the little people

wouldn't be able to afford bigger houses...

Or more expensive cars, luxury--

You mean:
borrow to buy?

And I can't believe you used

that expression, "little people."

Those people can't afford these things.

Maybe if they worked a bit harder.

- Can I go to work on him?

Roy, Roy, back off.

Go on, have a heart. He's even older than we are.

Alright, Sir Edward, if that deal is

not quite tantalizing enough for you...

let me offer you a, um...

What's it called, Roy?

- A deal incentive.

No, no, that is not strong

enough. Sweetener.

What could you possibly promise

me to make me change my mind?

I think of it more as a threat, old boy.

The gold that was stolen.

- The gold that was sold back to you.

Who did it actually belong to?

Yeah... Them.

And if there's one thing you can

be certain of with the Chinese...

They are very, very driven in business.

And very protective of their business.

Do the right thing. It will gratify some people...

And astonish the rest.

You're right. That is magenta.

Do you think he's going to be alright?

I hope so.

It can take it out of you, this job.

He looks tired; needs a holiday.

Well, no rest for the wicked, eh?

- Who are you calling wicked?

Anyway, it's you lot that needs the holiday.

Retirement, in fact.

Don't forget--

I am the young gun on the firm.

Turn it in, Butch.

You've been saying that for the last f***ing 30 years.

You know, I don't like that. Unless it's upside down?

No; still don't like it.

Worth three million.

Three million... I should've

been a f***ing painter.

You could always steal it.

- Lizzie!

What?!

We've got principles.

We never steal art.

Well, never steal bad art.

- So what's next, Richie?

We are going to steal more gold?

- Maybe.

But first I've got to see

a bloke about a bird.

What bird?!

- Black.

About that tall.

It's astonishing.

I never thought I was going to see it again.

Thank you, Richie.

Hey, thank you for offering us sanctuary.

You've been promising to come here for so

long, I was starting to take it personally.

Yeah, well, my life did sort of run away

from me, if you know what I mean.

It looks like it's treated you well, though.

- Oh, yeah.

Good to see you again, my friend.

- You too, my friend.

And listen, we'll try not to be a

nuisance for too long, alright?

Actually, I was hoping you'd

stay awhile, help us out.

We're having a little trouble

with the Taormina family.

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