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All the events depicted in this movie occurred and contributed to the legend of Martin Cahill AKA...

THE GENERAL

DUBLIN, IRELAND 18TH AUGUST 1994

Martin!

Tango One is down!

They got the General!

Don't you touch him!

Where were you this morning when he needed you?

They killed him.

That's my da! You did this!

Is he dead, is he?

Get off!

Unknown assailant.

Congratulations, sir. They got the General.

This is no victory for us.

- Inspector Kenny... - Stand back.

The IRA are claiming responsibility. Have you any comment?

There's nothing to say at this time.

Can you give us any information about the circumstances of the death, sir?

Inspector, the press want to know why was there no Garda in presence.

They're trying to suggest we were in collusion with the IRA.

Hey, stop there!

- Run! - They're after us.

- Run! - They're after us.

- Hey, stop there! - Come back here!

Oh, no!

- Martin, wait! - Faster!

Jesus, look at the size of that bleedin' dog!

Pick on someone your own size!

They're only bleedin kids! Get out, you scumbag!

Where did you get those?

Jesus, you're shamin' me, Martin.

- I'll bring 'em back then, will I? - Jesus, Martin.

Yeah, that's my boy.

Ma, look.

It's fresh, Frances. I only nicked it half an hour ago.

You'll get caught one day, Martin.

Not me.

Got ya now, Cahill!

- Why did you bring Frances? - She wanted to see you, Martin.

- She is your girlfriend. - She's not!

You said you'd never get caught.

I promise you, I never will again.

They're evicting us. All of us.

Got six months to get out.

No. They can't do that, Frances. We won't leave Hollyfield.

- No way do we go. - They've got us a flat in Kevin Street.

Kevin Street? That's a deliberate insult to a criminal.

Them flats is right opposite the cop shop.

They're nice flats, though.

What's nice? Neighbors that'll cover for you. That's nice.

Look, Frances, we're the dregs. We're the lowest of the low.

That's why we stick together. That's why we belong in Hollyfield.

It's us against them.

Yeah. Four kids in one little room.

Yeah, but happy. Aren't our kids happy?

weren't we happy there as kids?

weren't we?

No. I won't go.

I'll drag them through the courts.

As your lawyer, Martin, I have to advise you against it.

It will be expensive, and you'll lose in the end.

I don't care what it costs. I pay you, don't I?

And I know you charge me twice what you ask civilians.

Yeah, you rob me without breakin into me house.

You break in through the freakin letter box.

Come on, you lot.

- What's your name? - Martin Cahill.

Get in there. I haven't got all day. Go on.

Okay, you're free to go.

Keep your hands off me!

Come here.

- How are you, Tina? - How are you?

Don't worry, Orla. Your da's here. We're goin nowhere. Don't worry.

- They better not touch our stuff. - They haven't.

The children will be better off. Lovely park, schools, everything.

Hey, Kenny, you fat slob!

I see you! Get him!

Kenny, you're behind this! We'll deal with you!

You're a big man now with your men behind you.

- I'll have you anytime, Noel Curley! - Get off!

You dirt bag.

Martin, you mad devil, ya.

Don't lose the rag, Martin. Don't give him the satisfaction.

Oh, they let you out, did they?

Nice to get out of this sewage and filth.

Young man, here's a 20p.

Get away from my kids.

Come here.

You're a clever fellow.

You're not like these thugs. You're clever, and there's a responsibility.

You don't want your children to grow up with your troubles.

You can get out of this cesspit, get a job...

leave this behind.

Think I could get a job in the police?

Throwin women and children out on the street.

Throwin people out of their homes. I'd love that.

Wreckin the family kip. And you better not touch any of my stuff.

And you're not gettin' me out of here, neither. My appeal is pending.

Come on, Frances. Let's go home.

The law's on my side.

You happy in the gutter?

Stay there, then. Stay in the gutter.

Martin, you can't stay here. Please!

Look, I'm beggin' you, on me hands and knees.

I can't, Frances. I got me principles.

Principles! You're lovin' it.

Selfish thing, you.

Me sister's too good for you. Get lost!

What can I do for you gents?

On the failure of your appeal, I have to inform you, Mr. Cahill...

unless you vacate this site within 48 hours...

you will be forcibly removed.

Well, let me inform you that I'm havin' you lot...

before the European Court of Human Rights.

You dumped us here when it suited you.

Now you want to sling us out when you feel like it.

I know the hardship suffered in this parish.

Push off, the lot of you. You are all oppressors of the poor.

Civil freakin' servants. Garda freakin' Sichona.

Who are these Parish priests? Get out of me house.

Why do you always come in the mornings? Don't you know I'm a night worker?

I'm the chairman of the Housing Committee.

I've come myself to ask you to back down quietly...

so we can start building much needed houses on this site.

Well, I won't go to Kevin Street. I told you that already.

I'll tell you what. Give us a flat in Rathmines...

and I'll fold me tent.

Well, wouldn't you sooner live closer to your own kind?

No, I'd sooner live closer to me work.

All the big houses.

I'm only jokin'.

- Where's my football? - Why can't I ask Da for a new bike?

Because you can't. You want a new one every week.

- The one you have is fine. - No, there's two holes in it.

Unless you did it, there isn't any. I looked at it the other day.

- There is. - I told you not to leave it out.

- Do you want some tea? - No, I'll eat out.

- Are you sure? - Yeah. See ya.

Anybody want anything?

Well, you know Orla's mad for a train set.

- Train set. - Put it away.

Was that you, Orla?

If you spent less time nagging about your schoolbag...

you might get some of this food in you.

It's your own fault. You're supposed to put it away every time.

Two holes! There is not, unless you left it somewhere.

Just use the one you have until...

Just use the one you have until...

Look, if I buy a house, the tax people will get me.

And welfare will stop me dole money.

You could put it in Tina's name.

We could go there with the kids, and she can stay here.

She needs her own place.

- Is that what you want, Tina? - It'll be the same, won't it?

You'll come over here when you want to get away from the kids...

and I'll help Frances there.

And you can have your own pigeon loft, like you always wanted.

How much do they want?

Eighty grand.

It's a beautiful house, though.

I'll go around me hidin' place tomorrow and see what I can scrape up.

Oh, Martin, thanks a million.

You're great.

There's only one thing.

- What? - They won't take cash.

Jesus. What's wrong with this country?

Do they not trust paper money anymore?

Everything's fake today.

Look at this.

Gold record?

- Hello. How are you? - Can I get a banker's draft here?

Yes, indeed. How much would you like it for?

Eighty grand.

- Eighty thousand? - Yeah.

Good day at the races.

- Now, there you go. - Is that it?

Yes, it is.

Thank you. Good-bye.

It's terrible how they make you wait for your own money, isn't it?

I'd like to see Sergeant Kenny.

- Inspector. - Oh, promotion.

- Name? - Martin Cahill.

Excuse me, missus.

How's it goin', love? We'd like to make a withdrawal.

That looks about 80 grand.

What do you want, Martin? Come to confess a few crimes?

Just want to welcome you back to the neighborhood, Inspector.

It's nice and peaceful now, isn't it?

You know why they sent me here, don't you?

- Not because of me, I hope. - Yes, because of you.

Because they think I know your wiles and your ways.

And I do.

It can only end one way, Martin, if you keep on like this.

I know.

- Move! Out of the way! - Oh, my God!

I'm a poor fellow. I haven't much.

Debts up to here. But I can sleep at night.

I've seen you outside me flat there a few times.

No, you should drop in the next time you're passin'.

Have a little jar.

Bank robbery, across the street!

- Come on! The Celtic Bank! - Come on! Hurry up!

Disgraceful the profits these banks are makin'.

You've made a right patsy out of me, haven't you?

Congratulations.

Isn't it gorgeous?

It's great, Da.

- You're happy, huh? - Go out and play in the back.

Oh, I love it.

You'll be playin' golf next, I suppose.

Now, don't be stupid, Martin. It's still us against them.

Better get some curtains up.

What's gonna happen to the flat when she gets a bloke?

She says, where'll she find one as good as you?

Yeah, well.

Get your hands up!

Come on!

Let's go! Hurry up!

Come on! Pick it up!

Let's go!

Go!

Tell all mobiles keep a distance. These men are armed, and we're not.

Suspects are armed. Keep your distance.

Message received. Suspects heading for Charleville Place.

We get a car to block them off at Charleville Place.

- Throw the bag on the road! - Why?

- Just do it! - All right.

Jesus, sweet Jesus!

- Come on. - We lost 'em.

- Dump the gear. - Right. Let's go!

Jesus!

I don't even know the place. I was only walkin' down the street.

- You better sort it out. - All right.

My client informs me that he was walking quietly along the street...

when he was brutally assaulted by Garda.

You have no witness to connect him to this crime...

and I must insist you release him immediately.

Well, you've had your reasonable access, and we have the evidence.

Door!

Feeling better now, Martin?

Remember the slight collision in the arcade?

Get that stuff!

When you scraped the helmet.

Careless.

Amateur.

We have the weapons.

We have the money. We have the bike.

Armed robbery. You're lookin at 12 years.

And for what? For pennies.

When I'm inside, I'll have to admit I was sent down for stealin' 10p coins.

- It's humiliatin'. - Too true.

You're a creeper. It's in your nature.

You'll always be a bleedin' creeper. Give up out of that, will you?

That'll always be me hobby.

But I want somethin' big.

Humiliate them.

Besides, I've got a family to support. So has Noel.

If we go down for 12, it's gonna take a lot of money.

Here's what we're gonna do.

- We're gonna take O'Connor's. - O'Connor's the jeweler?

Two million in gold and jewels, waitin' for us.

Doesn't matter to me. I'm goin' down with you.

So gettin' nicked for another job makes no difference, but...

The IRA cased O'Connor's...

and even with their firepower...

they walked away from it.

The place is a fortified fortress.

You better believe it.

Get in here, will ya?

Who the hell is this?

- Why is he wearin' that in here? - Go lie down for a bit, please.

You don't need to know this bollix, and he doesn't need to know you.

This gentleman works in O'Connor's.

- He's kindly offered to help us out. - That's very nice of him.

Now, if word of this plan leaks out, I'll know who done it and he'll suffer.

You all know the rules.

This is the Penzance cock, isn't it? He's won everything.

Yeah, he won five races for me last year.

Still waitin' for him to bring home the trophy, though.

It's gonna be hard to leave them all.

People in our profession shouldn't have families.

Makes us soft.

No way. I'm not gonna let them put me away again.

Not this time.

It'll be a hard rap to beat.

That woman can't identify us. Not with the helmets on.

It's that forensics bollix. What's his name?

Donovan. Clever boyo.

Get out!

I don't care if it is your birthday. Get out of here with that cake.

Hey, I'm gonna get you. Here, Martin, have a bite.

Go for it!

You're bad!

I beg the court's indulgence in asking for an adjournment.

I'm assured that Dr. Donovan will recover and is determined to testify.

The perpetrator of this heinous crime...

will be hunted down and brought to justice.

If this wicked person happens to be in this court...

let me remind him that sentences for perverting the course of justice...

are some of the severest that this court can inflict.

- I don't want to talk to you. - No, I don't want to talk to you.

- We know the type of bomb. - I don't want to talk to you.

You got it from the paramilitaries, probably a renegade.

The IRA won't like this.

They make their own inquiries. You know what that means.

The next time your door is kicked in, you'll be prayin' it's the police.

I don't want to talk to you.

That's good, Martin.

You'll talk to him, then.

Right, Martin.

Let's talk your own language, then.

Get up!

Come on, get up!

I'll burn your house.

Higgins has a black dog.

You touch my dog, and I will bloody kill ya.

- What have they done to you? - You all right?

I'm passin' blood.

Sound pad, yeah.

Now, this came from our man inside.

It's not good enough.

Willie, I want you to go to the alarms company that fitted the system...

and rob the plans, all right?

Yeah. No worries.

- Is that the manager? - 7:55?

- Yeah. - On the dot.

They disarm the alarm between them. Each of them has half of the code.

It's freezin'.

- Next. Thank you. - How are you?

And that's their weak spot?

Yeah, but look.

- How many? - Just under a hundred.

That's a bit of a bollix.

Electrified.

All the windows are alarmed, apart from them three at the top.

There he is! There's Cahill!

What do you know about the attempt on Dr. Donovan's life?

Show us your face. Take off the balaclava.

- Take it off. - Come on, Martin.

- Come on. - Give us a look, Martin.

Now, that is an unwarranted intrusion of that man's privacy.

- True. - What's the problem?

- There they are! - Over there!

This way, lads.

Before the adjournment...

several members of the jury complained of being followed and watched.

For the remainder of this trial...

I order the jury to be sequestered in a hotel...

under the armed protection of the Garda.

Jeepers, I'm running out of ideas.

- Now, go again. Harry? - I nick a car on the North Side.

- Shea? - I take one in Terenure.

- When? - 10:00.

- What kind of motor? - Nothin' flash, just reliable.

- You all right? - No problem.

- Stuff fit ya? - Like a glove.

- Got the van? - Got it in me garage already.

- Tuned up. - What are we wearin'?

We're goin' as a soccer team. Track suits and trainers.

Burn them afterwards.

And?

Wear our own clothes under.

What's in the bags?

Cuttin' equipment.

Hang on. Do you know what's in the bags?

I know what's in the bags.

Well, what's the panic?

There's no need for panic.

- Any gun that's fired? - Get rid of it.

Make sure your alibis are rock solid.

And don't expect a woman to lie for you if you're playin' away from home.

That's me.

What about your alibi, Martin?

Just have to hope we can keep the old case goin'. We'll be in court.

- Will it be tomorrow? - I'll let you know, Gary.

I want you to pull a little stroke for me in court tomorrow.

Exhibit nine.

You will see that the analysis confirms that the paint on the helmet...

is identical to that on the metal grille in the arcade.

Martin Cahill's a murderer, drug dealer and a dart board!

He deserves to be sent down for life!

Order! Order in this court!

What's this about?

I never seen him before in me life. It's gotta be a mistrial, hasn't it?

Mr. Mackie, I will not tolerate...

this kind of outrage.

I am as outraged as you, Your Honor.

However, my client claims no knowledge of this man.

And I must point out that the accusations made just now...

could influence the jury against my client...

and therefore I must ask you to declare a mistrial.

Members of the jury, this is a cynical ruse...

and I direct you to disregard what was said.

Are you taking up study of the law, Mr. Cahill?

See, I've been doin' a bit of reading tonight.

It seems that if you werent in fear of your life...

when we took the money from you, they can't deal me.

What? Oh, Jesus.

So if you say in court...

that you were in fear of your life...

I'll have to make sure that you are in fear of your life.

- Have you got that? - Yeah.

- You sure? - Yeah.

Yvonne, have you got somebody with you?

Go back to sleep, Ma.

Good shot.

Somebody should fix that.

Pardon?

Somebody should fix that.

Me?

Whoa.

Right. Over. Up.

All right. It's gonna be a long night.

Right. We're in.

Good luck, lads.

Opening gate.

Good morning, Mr. Smidtz.

- Not a bad day. - Not bad, no.

Don't move, right? Shut your mouth!

What's goin' on?

Come on!

Jimmy, off you go.

What's up?

Just a problem with the alarms. It'll only take a couple of minutes.

- You're new, aren't you? - Yeah, me first day.

- Nice. - Just my luck.

What's going on?

Something wrong with the alarms. It's gonna be a couple of minutes.

- What did he say? - What's goin' on, lads?

- What's everybody out here for? - Are we to stand out here all mornin'?

Just a little delay. It'll be fine. Don't worry about it.

- What was that? - Don't worry about it. It's fine.

- It must be a test or something. - There's something going on.

Is the shop open yet?

Looks good. Very good.

Looks very good.

I know we'll be inside in a couple of minutes, okay?

Hurry your self up!

What's the problem here?

Hold it!

Don't come out.

What the hell is his problem?

What's the problem with the gate?

Shut up, all of ya! Shut up!

- Look, it's no problem. - I'll take a look for you.

It's an alarm thing, you know. No, look. It's grand.

- It's bein' sorted out. - You sure?

It'll just take a couple of minutes. No problem.

All right, sirs. Take it easy. See you.

Right.

Now.

Out of the way! Get out of the fuckin' way!

- What's wrong? - Get out of the way!

Here.

Divide it up. Everyone gets the same.

You're the General. You should get more than us.

I will. When you've peed it against the wall...

or stuck it in your arm or up your nose, I'll still have mine.

Left, right, left, right.

Me and Noel have to go. Stay here. The bags'll be hidden safe later.

- All right? - Where?

Better you don't know.

One of them's mine. I've got a right to know.

You don't have a right to live unless I say so.

- Where's the freakin' helmets? - Sorry, Martin.

Do you realize it's against the law to ride a motorbike...

out on a public thoroughfare without a freakin' helmet?

Want to get me arrested?

In God's name.

What?

Wonder where all the press is today. Down at O'Connor's, I suppose.

- You left the key in there. - What bollix is gonna rob my bike?

- Come on. We're late. - It's absolutely disgraceful.

Your Honor, could we finish early today?

I have to draw me dole.

So, afraid for your life, you handed over the money?

Objection. Leading the witness.

- Sustained. - I'll rephrase that.

With this gun pointing at your head...

why did you give them the money?

- Well, wouldn't you? - So, you were afraid you would be shot?

Not really. I'm used to it.

It's happened a few times. They never shoot.

But they would if you did not give them the money?

I don't know. I always give it to them.

But surely a terrifying experience.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

Your Honor...

I refer to section 23 of the Larceny Act of 1916.

If the state cannot show that the victim was in fear of her life...

then the charge cannot be sustained...

and I thereby call for an acquittal.

Well done, men! You beat them again!

You fellas should be out catchin' the big criminals...

instead of botherin' us little fellas.

We'll catch you yet, Cahill. We'll take you down.

There's roughly 1,000 carats in diamonds...

and 3,000 carats of sapphires...

rubies and sundries.

The whole lot's worth around 1 million.

I'll give you 50,000 Pounds for the lot.

- 50,000? - It's the best I can do.

No, it's not. We won't take less than ten percent of its value.

- Oh, ten percent. - It's the standard rate.

We won't haggle. It's beneath us.

So, like, you know, if you want to leave here alive...

Done.

Mr. Beavis has also made an offer for your gold.

Twenty grand a man, so it's up to yourselves.

To be delivered to me in London, of course.

- So, are you pleased with it? - Oh, yeah.

We thought it was a bit fancy when we seen it goin' up...

but she's state of the art, all right.

You've got great height there, you know. You need that.

Yeah. What's the story here?

She's got stamina. She's brave.

That's pedigree there. That's a winner.

What are you askin'?

A lot of money, but you can have her for what I paid.

I wouldn't take a profit. Not from you.

How often do you take the ferry? You know, with the pigeons.

Flyin' them or buyin' them.

Every couple of weeks, at least.

Sometimes I might go over twice a week.

- Is she due? - Yeah, any minute now.

- Where's the race from this week? - Milton Keynes.

I don't know if it's a poet or a place.

- Good luck, now. - Yeah. See you.

Thanks.

I can't see it. Where will it be comin' from?

There. There he is. He's comin' in.

- Oh, there it is, yeah. - My pigeons don't fly, they flutter.

Amazin', isn't it, they find their way back from a place miles away?

Ah, Penzance, you little darlin'. Come here to me.

Hurry up, Da.

What's on the clock, Da?

- Thanks. See ya. - No problem. Best of luck next week.

- Yeah. - Hi, Martin.

- How are you, Katherine? - Is it okay if I get nappies off you?

- That's what they're there for. - That's great. Thanks. See you later.

havin' a little party at the creche with the kids.

- Tryin' to raise some money. - You're Mrs. Flannigan?

- Yeah. - What's the eldest now?

- Seven now. - Oh, Jesus! Seven.

- Tell Mick I was askin' for him. - I will. Thanks, Martin.

Good luck.

Half them fools are havin' you on. They're lyin'.

It's my way of payin' taxes, you know.

Listen, I heard about your brother Anthony.

- I'm sorry for your troubles. - Died in jail.

Was it the wardens? Brutality, was it?

No, it was the smack...

which you're fond of yourself, Jimmy.

You drug addicts are always short of money.

I've got that under control.

Yeah. Johnny!

There you are.

You were a gold bar short on your last run. Where'd you forget it?

Martin, I never would.

I swear on me mother's life.

So, did it grow legs and run away?

Honest.

Own up, and I'll leave you off with a hidin'.

Martin, please, no!

This isn't right. There's some kind of mix-up.

I'm gonna nail down this problem once and for all...

so it doesn't come back to haunt me.

Martin, I swear. I swear to God I'd tell you if I knew.

You're a filthy liar.

Only for the pigeons, I wouldn't have let you join in the first place.

Okay, listen, I might have pulled a few strokes now and again...

just to feed me habit, you know, but I wouldn't rip you off.

- Merciful God! - You're going to know how he felt.

Talk.

I don't know.

Whew!

The bollix is innocent.

Nobody could take that much pain without talkin'.

Hello. This man here.

You came through with flying colors. I'll see you never want.

You're my man, right? All right?

- Hello! - Take a seat. I'll be right with you.

Here, come on.

Hello, Doctor. Excuse me, Doctor.

Hello, Doctor, this man is very sick.

He's bleedin' to death, ain't he? See ya, Jimmy.

What have you done to yourself?

I was playin' snooker.

We don't trust the IRA. They're not proper criminals.

Just hear what they've got to say.

What do you want? Been up all night dealin' with one of me own men.

Yeah. The crucifixion.

Fair play. You've got your ear close to the ground.

- Congratulations on the O'Connor job. - Thanks very much, yeah.

It was too tough for the IRA, I hear.

So, you're gettin' into drug dealin', huh?

Nah, not me. I don't hold with it.

Some of your men have been buyin' up heroin.

Now they're flush with money.

It's for themselves, isn't it? We all have our hobbies, you know.

I'm into pigeons myself.

Well, you let them know that the IRA will be taking measures against them.

Paddy, you could have sent me a postcard, you know.

We want half the O'Connor haul.

If you want your own gold, you get your own freakin' gold.

- Rob your bleedin' own, all right? - Keep your voice down.

You pull your strokes, and we'll pull ours.

Come here! You're not gettin' a penny, you dossers!

Go away! There's nothin' as low as robbin' a robber!

Martin, just calm down. There's no point aggravatin' them.

What's the matter with you?

Walk away, why don't you?

I have a lot on me mind. The IRA's on me back.

I hurted Jimmy when I shouldn't have.

Half me men are drug addicts.

You're not like them. You're a good man.

How many other men do you know don't drink or smoke...

or hang around with other women?

Why don't you go around the flat and see Tina?

We've had a chat about it, me and her. I don't mind.

Keep it in the family, what?

I've been thinkin' about it.

That's settled, then.

I don't know what you're lookin' so sad for.

What?

Yeah, he did.

And that.

Enough of that.

Tell Frances to come over here instead of talkin' behind me back.

Did you hear that, Frances?

They've taken Gary.

Lifted him off the street in broad daylight.

- IRA? - Yeah, for pushin' drugs.

- Was he? - No, not really.

Bit of dodging and weaving. Personal, really.

Leave me bike.

But they're namin' all of us, even those who don't do drugs.

They're whippin' the people up against us. It's flamin' mayhem out there.

Here, let me get me dole money, and we'll see what can be done.

Right.

95 Anders Road.

Yeah, it's pandemonium. You can hear them. Listen.

No, of course not.

Youse police are never here when you are needed.

I'm a friend of Ned Kenny.

Get out, Curley, you bleedin' drug pusher!

We don't bleedin' want you around here!

There you are, poisonin' our bleedin' kids. Out, out, out, out!

You're ruinin' our kids with your drugs.

We're throwing you out.

You people know me.

I'm not a pusher, and I'm not a user.

Which one of you has ever seen me sellin' drugs, eh?

Come on! Which one of you?

We know what you are, Noel Curley.

A filthy crook who'd stoop to anything.

You're out of here in two days.

Two days, do you hear?

Two days and you're out.

Gary says what they were really after was where the O'Connor loot is stashed.

This anti-drug campaign is all bollix. It's just a smoke screen.

He said they threatened to nail his hands to the front room floor.

Well, you know, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

All right, boys.

All right. Now listen, all of you.

Stay away from the drugs.

This is a battle of wits.

We have to let the people know that we're not dealers or pushers.

The IRA think they own the neighborhood.

They're trying to turn our own people against us.

They're comin' back for Noel again tomorrow.

They're tryin' to toss him out of his own house.

We'll be waitin' for them.

- Pushers out! - When do we want it?

Now!

- What do we want? - Pushers out!

- When do we want it? - Now!

You know who the real pushers are. Why don't you go after them...

instead of molesting ordinary, decent criminals?

If you know who they are, why don't you go after them if you're so concerned?

Get the hell away from me house!

Get the hell away!

You all right?

Gee, you left that a bit late.

Timing.

Good. Right.

We get back down to business.

I've had an idea. Do you know anything about art?

Art? No. Do you?

No, I don't know anything about art, but I do know what I like...

to steal.

Apart from one other owned by the Queen of England...