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You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah You're slim, you're weak, you've got the teeth

that hide upon you You're dirty, sweet, and you're my girl Get it on!

Bang a gong!

Get it on!

Get it on!

Bang a ding!

Get it on!

Another Terry Leather low mileage gem?

Got your glad rags sorted out for your wedding tomorrow?

Yeah, of course Terry.

New suit.

Two buttons, nine inch bum flaps.

Nice.

Ingrid will like that.

So, you're getting married tomorrow, Ingrid?

I hope so.

Go on, get off home.

Go and make yourself look more beautiful than you already are.

If that's possible.

Terry, promise you won't get Eddie too legless tonight, will ya?

Eddie's stag do.

Just going round the pub.

A couple of pints and a sing-song.

Fucking what are you trying to do to me, eh?

I've got Jessel's money.

The problem is, it's tied up in these cars

and you wankers want to trust a lot of them.

Mr Jessel doesn't care about your inventory.

Mr Jessel wants to know when he's getting paid.

Any day, I swear, Perky.

What did you call me?

I called you Perky, Perky.

Everyone calls you Perky and him Pinky.

Pinky and Perky?

Yeah.

They're fucking cartoon pigs on a telly.

What, people call us that behind our backs?

Well, they're not going to say it to your face, are they?

Well, you just bloody did.

Yeah, well, you got me rattled.

You're very intimidating.

Don't make this come back again.

Not every customer's a satisfied customer.

What are you doing round here, Martine?

What are you doing tonight?

Tonight?

Tonight, Sally's snagged her.

Taking him out for a drink.

Why?

I've got a proposition for you, Terry.

A proposition?

Can you meet me at the Players Club before you see the boys?

And I'll fill you in on the details.

Make it nine o'clock.

Morning.

Morning, Gail.

Morning, Tim.

Top floor?

Summoned by the gods?

Something like that.

Get up to any mischief this weekend?

Don't know what you're talking about.

I'm a married man.

Yeah.

What do you think?

Am I presentable?

Not sure about the tie, darling.

Oh, what's this?

Peace and love?

Too much of that nonsense.

We'll both be out of a job.

Michael Abdul Malik calls himself Michael X

in homage to Malcolm X's American counterpart.

The Pinko Press would have us believe this, sir.

Michael X is a crusading champion of the poor and oppressed.

The Black Robin Hood of Notting Hill.

The richer, whiter, and more famous, the more they fall over him.

The truth is, he's a slum landlord, a drug dealer, and

a vicious pimp who should have been in prison years ago.

Are you not charging outrageous rent to my brothers and sisters, Mr. Brown?

I'm charging the same as your slumlord-friendly vehicle.

Ten quid a week is too much for these shitholes.

You know, I always wanted to meet a white man by the name of Brown.

You know what this is?

It is a slave collar.

And the white man made my mothers and fathers wear this to bend them to his will.

Can I bend you to my will, Mr. Brown?

He's your faithful dog now, Michael.

Michael, I don't think we should get our hopes up here.

Kidnapping, extortion, assault on this man Brown

here, as well as your previous problems with the law.

I mean, you could be looking at ten to twenty years for this.

I don't think so.

I am smarter and better protected than Whitey thinks.

All rise.

It seems Michael X has managed to keep himself out of jail by threatening to

release damning photographs of a certain royal personage.

Until we get our hands on these snaps, the police can't move.

The public prosecutor won't move and the home office doesn't want to know.

Has anyone actually seen these photographs?

Yes.

But at the moment, I'm not at liberty to say who that person is.

We've had Michael X under surveillance for quite a while.

He keeps a safe deposit box at the Lloyds Bank in Marylebone.

We believe that's where the photos are located.

Well, it seems straightforward enough.

I'll send a team into this bank and take whatever he's got in the safe deposit box.

That would have to be sanctioned at the highest level.

And that's not going to happen.

Ah.

Do you see our problem?

There can be no connection to 506.

So you want me to come up with something that avoids any accountability for anyone?

We'd welcome suggestions, Tim.

And if it all goes pear-shaped?

I assume it's my arse on the line.

You're young and ambitious, Tim.

A chance to make a name for yourself.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me there, miss.

Can I have a word?

Yes.

Where have you been?

Morocco.

I'll have to check your underwear.

Be my guest.

We found what we were looking for.

Found what?

What were you looking for?

Oh, Tim, thank God.

I'm in a spot of bother.

What have you been up to?

Not much.

You?

I was in Morocco recently.

Is this your pleasure?

A bit of both.

Drinks are on me.

So we're going to sit here all night making small talk?

I know you, Terry.

And I know your mates.

You've always been looking for the big score.

The one that makes sense of everything.

I have it for you.

What?

A bank.

A bank?

As in Rob?

How would you know about a bank?

I've been seeing this guy.

Runs his own business.

Security systems.

Next month, they're installing new alarms in a bank in Marylebone.

Seems like the trains have been setting off the tremble

alarms in the vault, and they've had to turn them off.

So for a week or so, they won't have any.

Now, why would he tell you all this?

We were having a laugh about it.

Imagine if half the villains in London knew about this.

There's who said.

And I thought, I know half the villains in London.

I grew up with some of them.

Look, me and my mates might have been involved with the odd bit of skullduggery,

but can you see us tooled up, taking on a bank like the James game?

This isn't about waving a water pistol at a cashier's head.

This is about getting into the basement where the deposit boxes are.

Hidden, secret wealth.

Money and jewels that's safe to steal.

Because people won't report it.

Hold on, hold on.

We can't talk about this here.

It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, Terry.

We can't pass it up.

I didn't expect this from you tonight, Martine.

What did you expect?

Eh?

I'll have to think about it.

Better get off to your stag party.

Thanks for the drink.

Eddie tells me his brother invited you to the wedding.

Are you going?

I'll see you there.

Can I get a Campari instead of... no ice?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Well, Tim, sweetie, what do you think?

Is he up for it?

Maybe.

Cheers, gorgeous.

So, are you coming in?

I don't know.

It's late.

Do you need to run home like a good little boy?

I guess I've got time.

What exactly do you do?

Bit of this, bit of that.

How did you and Hakeem meet?

I met Hakeem in Los Angeles last spring.

He was raising money for a black Montessori school and writing his life story.

And what an extraordinary life it has been.

The book is called From the Dead Level, Malcolm X and Me.

I've read the manual script.

Hakeem is a poet, the voice of the black soul.

Our friend is throwing a thing next week to

celebrate the launch of Brother Hakeem's book.

And you are all invited.

Hakeem, tell us more about your book.

It's about being born black in America.

Can any of you imagine what it is like to be born a black man in this world?

Can any of you white women imagine what it would

be like to bring a black baby into this world?

What do you think, Kev?

Why are we even having this conversation?

We're not...

Here's your beer.

We are not bank robbers.

Maybe that's why we could get away with it.

It's a bit daunting, isn't it?

You know what scares me more?

Living and dying with nothing to show for it.

Do you know how old Mozart was when he composed his first minuet?

No.

Five.

Five fucking minuets.

How would you know that fact, Terry?

Because it's tattooed on that stripper's arse.

I was kidding.

The fuck's it matter how I know?

It's a fact and you're missing the point, Kev.

All I'm trying to say is...

this time we stop fucking about and stop

picking that shit from under our fingernails.

Stoom, lads.

Coppers at 12 o'clock.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh, what are you two doing here, personally?

I thought you were way past being your own bag man, Gerry.

Your associate, Sonia Byrne, has raised prices at that knocking shop of hers.

120 quid up from 100.

And your point?

A rising tide lifts all ships, mate.

I think we're owed some money.

Because even Sonia's going to be raided.

Yeah, you'd do that, wouldn't you?

You'd kill the goose that lays your golden egg.

Well, that would be dumb, wouldn't it?

But then again, everyone knows coppers are dumb.

Oh.

Well, you can do one thing for me.

You can stop your colleagues from having their boys' night out in my clubs.

They're loud.

They're lewd.

And they expect free oral sex.

You know what?

That's disgusting.

I mean, most of them have families.

We'll pass the word along.

Lou, you tell your greedy little bobbies to go and find their perks elsewhere.

No one's going to bother me about that.

My patrons could have a lot of these bent coppers put out to pasture.

Well, I say spread the wealth around and keep the peace.

Five quid a week extra.

That's all it's worth.

I'll pass it on.

Good girl.

Tighter.

Yes.

That's a good girl.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

You have been a very naughty boy.

Yeah.

Okay.

This one?

Who's that?

It's excellent.

Thanks, mate.

You should talk to your mom.

Good boy.

Look after yourself.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's OK.

I'm coming back.

Take care.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

The wedding photos, no, no, it's just a favour for the family.

Fashion's my game.

Fashion and passports.

And the odd snap of a wayward husband.

Thank you, Dave.

So, what's the verdict, boys?

We're interested.

First thing we should do is take a look at the place.

Suss it out.

Maybe open a box of our own.

I've already done that.

We can go and have a look tomorrow.

Tomorrow it is.

Heads up, lads.

All right.

Oh, she's adorable, your little one.

She's off.

What a gorgeous flower girl your eldest made.

Thanks, Catherine.

I do envy you.

Kev, do you want to dance?

Yeah, come on.

It's lovely to see you all.

Ciao.

Ciao.

All right, Wendy.

All right.

She envies me.

She's being sarcastic.

Suppose what she meant was money can't buy what we have.

Didn't you used to go out with her?

No, love.

That was Kevin.

He had this big thing for her.

Oh.

And you didn't?

No.

Not a lot of me and you love at first sight.

I remember that night.

She was with your mate, Audrey, at that disco.

Saw this gorgeous little bum in a pencil skirt.

Thought, I've got to have that.

But, Audrey, she already had a bloke, so I pulled you.

Cheeky son.

Daddy.

Daddy, come and dance with me.

Come on, Dad.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

I just need your love.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Yeah, I'll just tune in.

He's soft, Kevin.

Good morning.

I'd like to access my safe deposit box, please.

Martine Love.

L-O-V-E.

Certainly, ma'am.

You're an actor, right?

That's right.

I did a couple of films for you, Mr Vogel.

Yeah, right.

So, what are these films you're in?

Oh, forget about it.

Go on.

Technically, it's what you call, er...

pornography.

You're joking.

No.

So, you've been going round town with a

12-inch mutton dagger hanging down your pants?

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

Nice.

Fake.

Got a posh party at the weekend.

This is the one.

The lease is available.

Finally.

How do I look?

Good?

Not your best, Dave.

Come on.

Here we go.

So, how come you got the inside dope on this place, Martine?

She knows this bloke who runs a security company.

Bloke?

Is it serious?

Are you getting married?

He is married.

All the best ones are.

Here we go.

Marylebone Road and Baker Street.

On the corner here is the bank.

Next door is the Chicken Inn and at 189 Le Sac.

And the back here is an underground car park

with direct access to the shop's basement.

We can pull in here from Glentworth Street into the car park for drop-offs and

pick-ups without being seen from the street.

We'll dig a tunnel from the basement of the shop under

the Chicken Inn and pop up in the safe deposit vault.

I've got a question.

What do I stop now about digging tunnels?

Nothing.

But I know a man who does.

So what do you reckon, Pairbus?

What do I reckon?

I reckon I know you guys.

But I don't know her.

Don't worry about it, Martine.

She's solid.

We go way back.

Terry, you have been up to some mischief in your time.

But this, this is serious shit, my friend.

Don't you think it's a little out of your league?

Maybe it's the time we stepped up to the First Division.

There's going to be reinforced concrete under the vault.

We're going to need a thermic lance, a jackhammer, a generator, lights,

ropes, cables, the works.

It's about 40 feet of digging before we're under the bank.

We could hire some micks from Camden Town to do the digging.

That's brilliant, Dave.

Why don't we just pay their national insurance contributions and then you won't

have to get dirt on your Tommy Nutter suit?

This way, Michael.

One more shot.

This way.

Thank you.

That's great.

What are your plans?

I am returning to Trinidad to liberate my brothers and sisters from the enslavement

of the British colonialists.

What about the charges you are facing?

How can you leave England?

They are liars and cowards.

If they had anything against me but their fear of me, they'd be tried and jailed.

See you later, Bambo.

Look, we're going to need a front man on this.

Someone who can sign the lease on the shop and looks the business.

I know someone.

Guy Singer.

Calls himself the Major.

He's a load of bollocks, but he's got this right posh accent.

If anyone comes, knows him a bit.

A bit tight under the arms, don't you think?

Traditional fit, sir.

If one can't raise one's hands above one's head, it

tends to inhibit any impulsive acts of surrender.

I'll be right back, sir.

What on earth are you doing here?

I've got a bit of business for you, Guy.

You might be tempted.

Sit down, love.

What do you think you're doing?

Taking the E for a test drive.

Tell your boss he can have his inventory back when he settles Mr Jessel's debt.

And it better be soon, or we'll be back to tap Terry's kneecaps.

If I was you two, I'd be looking for another job.

Cheers.

Cheers.

So, come on, then.

What don't I know?

Romantic dinner on a Monday night?

Look, honey...

I'm going to be working some strange hours over the next week or two, so...

don't ask me what I'm doing, because I don't want to lie to you.

What are you doing?

Look, I know I've caused us a few problems with those cars that aren't selling.

All I was trying to do was get ahead of the game.

This thing's going to put us there.

Will it?

Yeah.

In a better place.

It's for all of us.

For you and the kids.

And how afraid do I have to be, Terry?

It may be a bit of a smart thing if you went and stayed with your aunt.

In case things turn to custard.

So, we are settled.

25% will run my girls till I return from Trinidad.

It's all right.

You don't have to worry.

I'll look after your little flock of birds like they were my own.

So long as you remember they are not your own.

Look, while I'm back in Trinidad, I can

arrange for shipment of some high-grade ganja.

Not interested.

You want my opinion?

I think drugs are responsible for the moral decay of this country's young.

Smut, smut and more smut.

That's my special area of interest.

You should think about it.

With these goodies you could make a lot of dough.

Especially with the police in your pocket.

I'm paying enough bung as it is.

But probably not as much as you're donating to be permitted to leave our fair shores.

Not a shilling.

I have something so special I don't need to pay anyone.

And what would that be, Michael?

Sorry, Lou.

Well, whatever it is, you crafty bugger, I hope you're keeping it safe.

Yes, as safe as it can be.

In the place that you recommended.

You're late.

Sorry.

This is the Major.

Major Guy Singer.

Final member of our team.

I don't know this man.

Who are you?

None of your business.

No secrets, Randier.

No secrets, Randier.

No secrets, Randier.

Major's a con artist.

Usually elderly widows.

There's no need to bring that up.

Now he's the official new owner of Le Sec.

Handbags and leather accessories for the discerning lady.

Nice.

I told the district planner's office about the remodeling.

They gave me the specs for the sewage, drainage, gas and power lines.

We'll have to go deep to miss that lot.

What's this for?

That is the thermic lance.

It cuts through concrete and metal.

We're doing this, eh?

I mean, we're bloody going.

We're going for it.

Let's see what this thing can do.

Good idea, Kev.

Give us a demonstration, Bam-Bam.

OK.

Hold this.

Hold it.

Here.

Kevin, go stand over there by the oxygen.

Here we go.

Knock off!

They know what they're doing, these people, do they?

No, absolutely.

Professional criminals.

What's the worst-case scenario?

They get caught and go to jail.

No possible connection to us.

What about this model you're screwing?

What promises have you made to keep her in line?

None that can't be broken.

Look, she's our only tie to the bank operation.

If things do go belly-up, it'll only take one cut to sever the knot.

What's Gail Benson up to?

I believe she's working her way into Michael X's inner sanctum.

Could you sign my book, please?

Then I think we'd be fine and he'd be able to... Daddy!

I am so glad you decided to come.

This is my father, Sir Leonard Plews.

Always happy to meet Gail's new friends.

Her new name is Hallie Kimgar.

It's an anagram.

The letters of our names.

Hakim and Gail.

And your name is?

Hakim.

Hakim Jamal.

Right.

Hello, gorgeous.

So, where's the author?

He's over there, signing his master, please.

Well, you'd better drop by the house this weekend and introduce Mr Jamal to Mother.

Sorry, Daddy can't do that.

We're popping on time.

I'm going down to the islands for a while.

Let me get you a drink.

Good luck with your book.

So, have you read this book of his?

He must be joking.

Right.

You're probably undercover, spying on Black Power's

insidious threat to the British way of life.

Oh, that's very funny.

Tell me, is our little enterprise still ship-shaped?

We're currently on schedule, Tim.

We're taking over the shop on Friday afternoon.

I know if this stuff's up, I'm in poo-poo land.

We have a blue transit van just pulled up.

Clacey Builders on the side.

And we have one man entering the shop.

Construction crew, full assay.

I've got a question.

What do we do with all the dirt?

We're going to dig out the hole.

It's all been worked out, Dave.

We'll dig another hole in that corner over there and put it in that.

Over.

We need to get the job done before the bank opens on Monday morning.

We'd better get a wriggle on.

Want to do the honours, Martine?

This is it.

Here we go.

Watch your nails, Martine.

Yeah, yeah, we can.

Let's get this corner on.

Some racket there, Elf.

Bloody hell.

What's going on?

Yep.

Dave.

Dave, come on, mate.

Dave, you need a break?

I'll take over.

Cheers, Major.

Heads up.

Where's Dave?

No idea.

Where did you get to?

Just checking the door was locked.

Of course it's locked, Dave.

I locked it.

Hang on.

What have we got here?

Is this a car or what?

Christ, he's not going in there, is he?

I'll go.

Dave, Dave, Dave, get back.

Stop.

Hold it down.

Someone's knocking.

Someone's knocking.

There's somebody at the door at the shop.

Somebody...

Bambus!

Bambus!

Hold on.

There's somebody at the door.

It's my job.

Good evening.

You're working late.

Around the clock, officer.

Expanding our storage.

Trying to complete renovations for the ground... If you don't mind, sir.

Excuse me.

You used the jackhammer down there?

Yeah, you had some complaints, officer.

Yeah, from some of your neighbours.

We'll try to keep it down, all right?

Right.

Right.

I wonder how they talked their way out of that one.

Tim, Quinn here.

Yeah, we just had a copper go into the shop.

Not sure why.

He's gone now.

Oh, dear.

We need a lookout.

Someone on a roof somewhere.

We've got the walkie-talkies.

What about Eddie?

He's a good lad.

We can trust him.

No.

Look, we're not cutting anyone else in.

Look, we won't cut him in on the loot.

Give him the car lot.

Hopefully I won't need that headache any more.

Thank God, not again.

Get up there, Major.

Cover that up.

It's not the coppers.

Yes, can I help you?

Delivery for Dave Shilling.

What is it?

Chicken and chips.

I see.

Takeaway for Mr Shilling.

Thanks.

You can't be serious.

I was starving.

Radio's in the bag.

Binox as well.

There's a bed set on the top floor of this building.

I'll pay for the wink.

The ladder will get you to the roof.

You're in from Liverpool, looking for work.

I don't have a Liverpool accent.

Then don't talk to anyone, Eddie.

I'm up on the roof and...

I've got a good view.

All directions.

Over.

Are you in position, Nijar?

Command HQ here.

Acknowledge?

Yeah, I'm in position.

I can see the front of the bank, Marleybone Road, Baker Street.

I can see everything really well.

All clear on the Western Front guy.

Over.

No names, Eddie.

Sorry, Dave.

Hey, you delinquents.

What have I told you?

No idle chit-chat.

Sorry.

Over.

Fucking hell.

Make your way, gentlemen.

I'll keep an eye on the shop from here on.

You two go round to Glentworth Street.

Cover the parking garage exit.

OK.

Nijar here.

There's some fella looking through the window.

Er...

Wait.

Hang on.

He's going.

He's going.

Yeah, he's gone.

Over.

Erm... Roger, Nijar.

Over and out.

I'm gonna go to the pub, grab some more smokes.

Do you want anything?

Ooh.

Er... How can I see yours?

Here you go, sir.

Two packets of Rothmans, two senior service and eight bags of crisps.

OK.

Hello, gorgeous.

We still on track?

We had a scare last night.

The cops came round.

Can't you pull rank and make sure it doesn't happen again?

No.

We can't show our hand.

We're invisible, remember?

I wish I was.

What about your friend Terry?

Where's he planning to carve up the proceeds?

I don't think so.

Shit.

Pardon me, Chief.

What's wrong?

I wanted to take a break.

Who's that you was talking to?

I wasn't.

He was trying to chat me up.

It does happen, you know.

Right.

Here you are.

Cheers.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

Anyway, what are you doing here?

Are you following me?

No.

I just wanted a pint.

Then enjoy it.

Hello, Gail.

Where have you been?

You're rather impressed with our friend Hakeem, aren't you?

I know.

Rule number one, don't get emotionally involved.

Doesn't mean I can't enjoy my work.

You certainly do.

What's your father think of your consorting with these radicals, anyway?

We are not amused.

Of course, if he knew what I was really up to, he'd have a heart attack.

No.

Here you are.

Credit cards and cash.

If he does have copies of the photos and negatives there, they'll be hidden.

Find them, destroy them, and then get out.

Michael X thinks he's safe tucked away in Trinidad.

That'll all change if we're successful here.

Just remember, Gail, he's a nasty piece of work.

He's a crazy, dope-smoking, lunatic, pimp extortionist is what he is.

Everything okay, nightjar?

Anything I need to know?

No.

No.

Yeah, everything's all right, mate.

Listen, what if I want to go for a pee up here?

I don't know.

Use your imagination.

Yeah, all right.

If I see the old Bill, I'll let you know.

I'll speak to you in a bit.

Over.

Hey, Bambus!

What's all this prick want?

I don't know.

It wasn't on the plans.

Oh, Jesus!

Fuck!

Billy!

Fucking hell!

Fuck!

Sherry!

Hey!

Talk to me!

You all right?

I think so, yeah.

What happened?

Flo just caved in.

Bloody hell, Sherry, don't do that to me.

I thought you was a goner.

Give us a load, Dave.

What's down there?

It's a pile of skeletons.

You're joking.

Let's hope they're not the last gang who try to take this bank.

Thank you.

Latin.

Roughly translated, Lamb of God, forgive us our sins.

How do you know Latin?

Catholic school.

The Bleeding Heart Sisters of Eternal Misery.

Interesting date, 1665.

What year that was, don't you?

The last time West Ham won the Cup.

It was the Great Plague of London.

This must be a burial chamber.

A crypt where they dumped the bodies.

All these poor bastards had the plague.

That could be infectious.

I don't think so, Dave.

This crypt goes all the way under the bank.

Could put us in the vault quicker.

How are we going to do that?

Concrete.

Floor of the vault.

Time to get paid for all our work.

Right.

If we hit the restaurant by mistake, we'll be knee-deep in fried chicken.

I'll be happy if we don't hit the sewage.

When are you guys going to hit the vault?

I'm freezing my tits off up here.

Over.

In the army, soldiers would pull on their puts to keep their blood flowing.

Over.

What regiment were you in?

The Royal Corps of Wankers.

Over.

Yes, we welcome new members.

Roger.

Over and out.

Emergency operator, which service do you require?

The police, please.

15E3.

Police here.

No help you.

I'm a Ham radio operator and I think I may be overhearing a robbery in progress.

We'll make the move into the vault after we take a break.

Need to let the fumes clear out.

You're having a laugh, aren't you?

Let's go in now.

Dave, nothing's going nowhere.

You can hardly breathe in there.

Nightjar, are you there?

Over.

Nightjar here.

Over.

We're in.

Over.

What?

In the actual vault?

Yes.

Over.

Great.

Great.

That's great news.

Over.

We're taking a break.

We're nagged.

We need to get some sleep.

Get a bit of shite while the fumes clear out.

Over.

Lucky you.

My eyes are like organ stops.

Over.

We can smell the money though.

Over.

Look, money may be your god, but it ain't mine, alright?

I want a warm bath and a cup of tea, over.

You'll get your cup of tea... just you hold tight.

Lucky you.

I rang four other police stations before you, but nobody took me seriously.

Said it was probably a hoax.

How strong was the signal, Mr Eddy?

I'd say they were within a ten mile radius.

There must be a ton of banks in that area.

And when was the last time you picked them up?

They've been quiet for about an hour.

What about releasing the tapes to the radio and TV?

Maybe somebody can recognize the voices.

If they hear themselves, they'll stop transmitting.

No, we should keep listening.

Maybe they'll reveal where they are.

Alfie, you stay here with Mr Eddy.

I'm going back to the station.

You call me if you hear anything.

Hi.

You scared the piss out of me.

What are you doing here?

I couldn't sleep.

You're a bit jangly, myself.

I just had to come and have a look.

Our future's in those boxes.

So what are you going to do?

Your share?

Vanish.

Martine Love will cease to exist.

Why?

You think if you vanish, you'll become someone else?

At least no one will know who I was.

Why'd you pick Kevin, mate?

You could have found better thieves.

Old time's sake.

Old time's sake.

Most of your old ties are spent with Kevin.

Not me.

Kevin has it in his mind we had this passionate affair.

The truth is, it came down to four Chinese meals and a roll in the hay.

And that was a long time ago.

Let's make some money.

How'd your wife find shit, Theora?

Too bloody right.

Get the cash.

The cash.

Look at the quality.

Mlms.

That's the kind of winning the bulls.

Give

us a hand with this one.

What's so special about this box?

It's my lucky number.

All yours, me lovely.

Here.

Cheers.

Welcome to Fairtrade.

What's this, Margaret?

Sorry?

Anything for the widows and orphans fund?

Well, that's her.

God bless you, governor.

Very generous.

Look, we have to have some sort of system.

You don't know what you're throwing and what you're keeping.

Yeah, well, we know what money looks like.

We're not throwing that away, are we?

How long does it take to rob a bank?

Er...

We're just about three minutes joint out, eh?

More cash.

Well, look at this.

No.

Nothing.

No, still nothing.

Sergeant, what we need is something that will motivate the robbers to go on air.

Give away the location.

Right.

Bait to lure the fish.

No, they're not there.

Not transmitting.

They're not there, sir.

Move to the next bank, Sierra Lima 2.

We're still getting nothing, Sarge.

OK, Sierra Lima 2, move to the next location.

My God, the stuff that some people collect.

What have you got in here, Terry?

47.

47?

Sounds like a good year to me.

Some drinks.

Hooray!

Come on in, pass them round.

Come on, Terry, give us some.

Cheers!

Good day.

There you are, Major.

Get it down, you.

Listen, fellas, they're on to you.

Listen, they're on to you.

Fuck.

Copper's right on your doorstep.

Speak to me, Major.

Copper's right on your doorstep.

Listen.

Hang on, hang on.

They're not going in, but they're not going away.

Wait, wait, wait.

Sarge, we just heard.

The feed's lookout says there are police outside the bank right now.

Which bank?

I haven't got a clue.

We've got patrols outside half the banks in the West End.

Keep listening.

We need to pinpoint exactly where they are.

Wait.

Hang on.

Guys, you've got a car just pulled up.

Some bloke.

He's going up to the front door with a cop.

Guys, he's unlocking the front door.

They're going in.

Shit.

Over.

Oh, shit.

Where's the vault?

Downstairs.

Follow me.

Looks fine.

I want to look inside.

It's on a time lock.

Can't be opened until tomorrow morning.

Mm-hmm.

Well, it isn't my bank being robbed.

Fellas, I think they're going away.

They're gone.

We should get out of here.

They could be coming back.

All right, we need to let Eddie know.

Nightjar.

Nightjar.

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

Shit.

Are you there, Nightjar?

The ambulance reports it's outside the Lloyds Bank on Baker Street.

Nightjar, can you hear me?

You're going to sleep, Nightjar.

Nightjar, are you sleeping?

Are you there?

If he's not picking up, something's wrong.

You're right.

Let's grab all the cash and jewels and get the fuck out of here.

What about our gear?

We can't leave anything that might incriminate us.

We'll come back for it, if we can.

What about all the other boxes?

Doesn't matter, Dave.

Put everything in a bag and let's go.

That's right, let's move.

Come on!

There's nothing here, Sarge.

You sure?

There's no mention of the ambulance.

Nothing.

Move on, Sierra Lima 2.

That's them.

Finally.

Come on, let's go.

The van is leaving.

We will follow them over.

Stop them as soon as possible.

Open the door.

What have I done, Governor?

Open the back door.

Come on.

Some fella paid me 50 quid to pick up his van and drop it at Heathrow Airport.

Jesus Christ.

Where's the van?

Change of plan.

Precautionary measure.

I've organized alternative transport.

Why?

None of us have met your boyfriend.

The alarm bloke who clued you up about the job.

Could have set us up.

Bloody well pulled it off.

Done with military precision, eh, Major?

Now that I'm fiscally secure, I think I'll promote myself to Colonel.

Hey, do you know what I'm gonna do?

Buy me mum a new house.

Something with a garden.

I thought you'd be off to Copenhagen, Dave.

Why would I go to Copenhagen?

Have your cock shortened.

Yeah, well, maybe what they chop off of mine they can add onto your little pinky.

How'd you find this place then, Terry?

A bloke I know used to run a chop shop here.

He's in the nick now.

How could you lose control of the operation?

I thought you were on top of this thing.

Sir, it worked.

They did the job.

They robbed the vault.

And we have no idea where the fuck they are.

Do you know, an ugly thought has just occurred.

Lots of money in that vault.

Jewelry.

Bonds.

You and your sweetie haven't cooked up something between you, I hope.

You think I'd betray you?

There are precedents.

Two of our former colleagues now live in bloody Moscow.

Let's hope they don't have another bidder.

She won't cross ours if she knows what we're capable of.

How does she even know who the hell we are?

I'm sure she'll contact me when she comes to her senses.

Going anywhere else would be a death sentence.

You'd better hope she does, Everett.

Or it may be yours.

Here you go, Bambus.

That's your lot.

Never washed after our magic moment, Snoopy.

Hey, Dave.

Look at this.

I've seen this bloke on the TV.

The old perv.

I've seen this face before.

He's an M.P.

Lord, er... what's his name?

You know, always wears those poncy bowties.

Not in that picture, he's not.

Maybe this is one of your old movies, Dave.

Piss off, Kev.

Timely suggestion.

I believe I'll take my share and be on my way.

Before the bank opens in the morning and the shit hits the proverbial fan.

I'm with you, guy.

Don't have to remind you.

Keep a low profile.

No buying us the mines, Bambus.

The only thing I'm buying is a one-way ticket back to Cyprus.

I'm never coming back.

We should have a reunion.

In 20 years.

The Savoy Grill.

Yeah, right.

Maybe for you, guy.

I still wouldn't let our slot in.

Bye, Bo.

Goodbye, my friend.

Take care of yourself, mate.

Be lucky.

Bambus.

Goodbye, old chap.

Okay, what's going on?

You two?

You've been staring daggers at each other since you left the bank.

What is it?

A lover's tiff?

I think Martine's got something to tell us.

Hang about.

That's Princess Margaret.

Fuck me.

Where'd these come from?

You knew the exact box this stuff was in, Martine.

You'd better come clean and tell us what this is really about.

About a month ago, I got busted at Heathrow.

On a drug charge.

This guy I know said he'd fix it to keep me out of jail.

If I'd do him a favour.

He knew I knew some villains.

He wanted to set up a robbery to get these.

Fucking hell.

That would be the bloke you met in the Players' Club.

Same guy you said was trying to pick you up in the Globe, right?

Yeah.

So who is he?

He's the guy I met at the Sombrero Club.

He works for some shady outfit in Whitehall.

Hold on, hold on.

What, you mean, am I fucking five?

Or six?

We could get seriously nicked here, Martine.

No, we couldn't.

All Tim wants is the contents of Box 118.

The deal with him is we get to keep everything else.

And you believe that?

You put your trust in some prick we've never even met.

You lied to us, Martine.

We were sitting ducks right from the start.

Thank you very much.

You think it's a coincidence that you get busted for drugs

and your Tim just happens to have a plan to rob a bank?

This can work out.

We give him the photos and everything else in that box

and we get to keep the rest and we're free and clear.

These people aren't regular causes, Martine.

They're above that.

They do things coppers can't.

They think we've seen these photos, we're as expendable as dog shit.

Do you know what?

I've seen no shots.

And I know we're either dog shit or about to be dog shit.

I'm out of here.

I'm not waiting for a load of spooks and coppers to come cracking my head.

I'm splitting like Guy and Bambus.

You better if we stuck together, Dave.

Why tell?

Because we've been so truthful with each other so far, eh?

Dave, come on.

No, I'm going home, Kev.

See me mum.

And I'm going far away.

As far as I can get away from here.

We better get out of here, too.

In case Guy or Bambus get picked up.

For God's sake, a lot of this.

There might be someone else in this shit to cause us some more grief.

One of those, mate.

Here you go, go on.

I'll give you the change.

Sure, thank you.

Never

heard our radio chat.

Fucking hell.

Police last night were trying to home in on a £300,000 bank raid.

They still don't know what bank it was.

300 grand?

It's a bit more than that.

More like three million.

Hello?

Martine Love.

Thank God.

Put her through, then run a trace.

It's me.

What happened?

Where the hell are you?

London.

I know, of course.

I mean, where?

I know what you mean.

Martine, we have to meet.

I agree.

Why don't you come over to my place?

I'll make you a cocktail.

We'll have a roll in the hay for old times' sake.

Oh, right.

You've already been there, haven't you?

Probably have your men keeping lookout for me now.

You're not in a position to play games, Martine.

No threats, please, Tim.

Why didn't you tell me what it was I was set up to get for you?

For your own good.

I care about your safety, Martine.

Right.

I suppose I give you what you want.

We go our separate ways.

Well, that's what I promised.

Okay.

Today, Tottenham Court Road tube, Northern line, northbound platform,

10.30 sharp.

Tottenham Court Road, 10.30.

Good.

London vaults checked after radio ham tunes into a crime.

Christ, what a fiasco.

And now the particular bank has been

identified, the story will be all over the news.

We've heard it already is.

If we don't get on to the case quickly, the police will have nabbed these robbers

and God knows what will happen to our photographs.

Philip, get over to the bank.

Take control of the situation.

Gentlemen.

I've just had a conversation with one Martine Love.

Where is she?

The call was traced to a public phone box in Elles Court.

Good news is she's arranged to meet.

That is good news.

I'll be better off going alone.

Yeah.

Tim's agreed to meet.

It's all over the news.

They found the location of the bank.

So what?

Keep the change.

I'm sorry ma'am, you can't go in, there's been a robbery.

We know there's been a robbery, that's why we're all here.

Everybody who looks here, that means everybody speak to him.

Gerald.

You're working robbery now then?

You're a long way off your patch.

Regional crime squad now.

Just for a bite to see what all the fuss is about.

Pretty cheeky, that radio bit.

These walkie-talkie robbers certainly caught your lot on the hop.

Makes us all look stupid.

Yeah, well, you're pretty chummy with all the villains around town.

You got any idea who could have done this?

None of my informants.

We have been waiting here quite some time, and so

far you people have told us absolutely nothing.

If you would like to give us an itemized list of the contents of your boxes,

we may be able to ask... Are you mad?

What's missing?

The whole point of having a safe deposit box is

so that people like you don't know what's in it.

I want to speak to a Roy Given.

Yeah, that's me.

This robbery is now a matter of national security.

I want everybody out.

This is a police investigation.

Not anymore.

Call your superiors.

Who in the bloody hell does he think he is?

Spooks.

Five or six, I can never tell the difference.

They all got the same tailor and they all went to the same bloody school.

Let's get some copies of the walkie-talkie tapes out to the newsboys.

Maybe the public can help identify the villains.

Well, tell me.

Which of the boxes were ransacked?

The lot.

Hundreds through the four hundreds.

Well, we're in the crapper, Jerry.

Both of us.

Both?

But why is it my problem?

Accounts have to be balanced.

Records kept.

And I wouldn't likely keep the books around here now, would I?

Spell it out, Lou.

Be more specific.

I have a ledger.

A record of every payment I've ever made to you and your colleagues.

It was in my safety deposit box.

And I think we can safely assume it's now in the possession of the rubbers.

Jesus wept.

And I think you'll agree we have to find those

villains before your honest colleagues do.

Thanks.

Who is this?

Lou Vogel.

Well done.

Get up.

Come on.

Wake up.

What do you want, Lou?

I'm afraid I've got some potentially bad news for you, Michael.

Your safety deposit box at the Baker Street Bank.

What's its number?

Why do you ask?

Well, over the weekend some thieves broke into the bank vault and robbed it.

So if your box is in the 100 to 400 numbers,

I'm afraid all your stuff will be gone.

Mine too, unhappily.

What?

How can this happen in London?

Well, I promise you it has happened.

And I promise you these thieves will be found and dealt with.

You can rely on it.

I'll keep you informed.

Thank you.

No one touches me, follows me.

Martin takes your steps right to Fleet Street.

Understood?

Who owned box 118, Tim?

You have no idea the danger you and your chums are in, do you?

Is that right?

And why would that be?

You've opened Pandora's box, you dumb prick.

That's why.

I know what's at stake.

And I know how expendable we are.

So I'm changing the deal.

Oh, is that right?

Yeah.

You get all your nasty pictures.

But here's the twist.

We get indemnity.

Fresh passports, safe passage out of the country.

For the whole team.

And an official signed document guarantee we

won't be prosecuted and we won't be pursued.

You can't be serious.

You can bet your bollocks I'm serious.

And we want it signed, sealed and delivered

by a public figure of substantial authority.

How about the Prime Minister?

Yeah, you'll do, if you can drag him off his yacht.

You mess with us, Tim, we can drip-feed pictures like this to the press.

You've got until 4pm to confirm we have a deal.

We'll be in touch.

Some photographs.

Well done, Tim.

Do you have any more?

Apparently there was a whole rogues' gallery stored in one of the boxes.

If Lord Drysdale is up to his usual hanky-panky, that's his problem.

This operation is about recovering the photos from Michael X.

Might it not be prudent to get the committee to consider issuing a D notice?

To protect everyone potentially embarrassed by this criminal activity.

Which we instigated.

Heh.

When I came out, there were a couple of lads taking some photos.

Photos of him.

Christ, is that thing real?

I've got it.

Dave Schilling.

Ta-da, Mum.

Look after yourself, Mum.

Go on, get yourself inside, you'll catch your death.

Dave Schilling.

Yeah?

I wonder if we could have a word.

About what?

About a bank.

I want to tell you something, Mr Schilling, because it'll save time.

You see...

I have a very jaundiced view of life.

From what I see, most of it's corrupt, venal and vile.

And I'm just saying this so that you know that I don't have

a better nature to appeal to or a compassionate street.

I mean, you do understand, don't you?

I think so, Mr Vogel.

Good.

I have a kidney stone.

I don't seem to be able to pass.

I'm painless.

I could use a couple of lows myself.

You stole from me.

And from friends of mine.

Where's my stuff?

I don't know.

Look, I don't know anything about any bank robbery.

Honest.

Still an unconvincing actor, Mr Schilling.

I would love to say this is not going to hurt.

But it is.

So much to help.

What are you going to do?

Please!

But I what do you mean any

Why was the door open?

Who are you?

Why was the door open?

I can ask the same thing.

Better run along, hey?

Get yourselves a cup of tea or something.

We're looking for Terry Lever.

Terry said he wouldn't be coming in this week.

Are you supposed to call in?

The ha.

Ah, so you'll be in it, right?

Uh, yeah.

Well, you're coming with me.

What do you think you're doing?

What do you want with my everything?

Shut your noise!

You didn't want to talk to him about a bank robbery.

Don't you touch him!

If you want to see your Eddie or his mate Dave

again, make sure Terry Lather calls that number.

What?

Walkie-talkie gang takes it all!

Read all about it!

Walkie-talkie gang takes it all!

That's great news.

Over.

We're taking a break.

I need to get some sleep.

Get a bit of a shower while the fumes clear out.

Over.

Oh, lucky you.

My eyes are like... Mummy!

Daddy's on the radio!

Oh, don't be so silly, darling.

He is!

Is he?

Hi, you all right?

I want a warm bath and a cup of tea.

Over.

You'll get your cup of tea.

Just your time.

Over.

See?

It is Daddy.

Authorities have released this recording of the walkie-talkie communications

between the robbers of Lloyd's Bank in Marylebone in the hopes that their voices

may be identified by members of the public... Hello?

Wendy?

We heard you on the radio, Terry.

You're famous, you know.

You robbed that bank, didn't you?

The one on the news?

Oh, God.

You could go to jail for years for something like that, Terry.

I couldn't stand it.

No one's going to jail.

I've got it all under control.

Just stay put.

Keep the kids inside.

I love you, Wendy.

I've got to go.

You be careful, Terry.

What's the matter, Mum?

Hello, ma 'am.

Terry, they took Eddie.

Oh, God, who?

Two heavies.

I don't know, they could have been cops.

They left a phone number for you.

They said if I want you to see Dave or Eddie again, then you have to call.

Listen to me, Ingrid, I swear to you I'll get him back.

Don't you worry, darling.

Have you got a pen?

Yeah.

01946.

Hold on, say it again.

01946.

Yeah.

Michael, it's Lou Vogel.

Yes?

Well, we've identified the villains.

And believe it or not, they're amateurs, part-timers.

They were put up to the job by a woman named Martine Love.

Ring a bell?

Never heard of her.

Well, we paid a visit to her flat, and some chaps from MI5 were already there.

Pulled rank on my tame copper.

Why do you suppose these people would be interested

in the robbery of a minor neighborhood bank, Michael?

I don't know.

I think you do.

And I'm guessing that your box is number 118?

I think what these robbers were really after were photographs.

Photographs of a certain royal princess.

How do you know that?

Well, because on this point I believe my captive.

No man could withstand the pain we inflicted on him.

So don't take me for a fool, Michael.

You've instigated this calamity by storing your blackmail materials in this bank.

Would you recommend it?

I will not be lectured by the porn king of Soho.

Get my pictures back, or you will never see a black man on the streets of London

without wondering if he's been sent to kill you!

What you doing?

Oh, hello, Michael.

Hakim was looking for a copy of his book.

I know what you've been looking for, Bird.

And you won't find it.

What are you talking about?

Hakim, I found your book!

You don't understand.

My box and those of my friends may have been rifled.

Surely you can pull some strings.

You're a minister in the government, for God's sake!

Sonia, I really don't think I'm able to help here.

Perhaps you don't fully comprehend.

I have photographs.

Compromising photographs.

Live film of you, Miles Urquhart, all my regulars, in this safe deposit box.

You all know each other, if that's any consolation.

You've got photographs?

Photographs of me?

You conniving cunt!

You be a big boy.

Now's the time to talk to your Whitehall chums, don't you think?

That's him.

Sure that's him.

Guy Arthur Singer.

Con man and petty criminal.

Did a stretch in the scrubs a few years back.

Thought he was a wanker.

Spoke in some poncy accent.

Thank you, sir.

Very much.

Hello?

Who am I talking to?

Oh, Terry Leather, Kevin Swain, Martin Love, Eddie Burton.

Yeah, Mr Shilling was kind enough to speak with me about this.

You'd put Dave on the phone, eh?

Well, I would, but he seems a bit indisposed at the moment.

What do you want?

Just a couple of things from what you stole.

A ledger with a dark red cover.

And some photos that I'm sure MI5 is interested in.

The Royal Portfolio.

Oh, we got his money in jewels.

Then I suggest you look again.

Speak to your friends.

Hello?

Who's this?

Eddie.

It's Terry.

Terry.

Terry, you fucking hell.

Dave's all messed up.

They're not going to do the same to me.

You've got to help.

Listen to me, Eddie.

I don't have what he wants.

What?

No, no, you've got to have what they want.

You've got to.

You've got to help.

Eddie!

What am I supposed to do?

Luke, you tell him we don't have it.

No, Terry.

Terry, you've got to help.

Tell him I don't have his fucking ledger.

You tell that cunt now.

Terry.

No.

No!

They shot Dave.

Dave's dead.

Eddie!

They shot Dave.

Eddie!

I'll give you one hour to find what I want.

Or I'll kill this man too.

I'll kill him.

This is it.

Lou Vogel.

That's who this bastard is.

Payments made to solo and West End division officers.

Here, look.

Weekly payouts.

50 quid here.

20 there.

Probably every bent copper in London.

Nothing like this was supposed to happen.

No one was supposed to get hurt.

It's not your fault.

We've still got our own necks to think about.

And Eddie.

We give the photos to Vogel.

All bets are off with Tim.

We deliver them to Tim.

It's Eddie's neck.

Vogel and Isla are after us.

Either way, we are fucked.

Miles.

We've got a problem.

A serious problem.

Something Sonia Byrne kept in the bank that was robbed over the weekend.

She is concerned that her safe deposit box may have been plundered.

I'm afraid her fears are well justified.

Oh my God.

I really thought Sonia was a woman of more discreet character.

So...

The genie is out of the bottle then.

For both of us, eh?

Not quite yet.

Using the photographs as a bargaining chip.

Then give them what they want.

Already in motion.

And the committee have it in the works to issue a de-notice on the whole business.

Muffle the press.

Put a lid on it.

We will settle this.

It would be a pity wouldn't it?

I mean if your mates abandoned you over a few photographs and...

Hello.

You are listening to me Mr... Vogel.

Whatever your fucking name is.

You go ahead and kill him.

See if we give a shit.

We've got our loot.

Your ledgers and your photos, you can pick them up from Scotland Yard.

We are sending them over.

Don't do that.

Well if you want your book of payoffs back, be at Peddington Station in person

tomorrow 11am.

I'll get a similar one for you.

On Platform One, there's a newsstand near the Statue of the Soldier.

Have Eddie with you, Hale and Harty.

This is your one and only chance, Vogel.

Don't blow it.

Here, look, I've got you a present.

- You been good for Mummy?

- Yeah.

I need to talk to Mummy about something, so give us a minute, OK?

- Go on.

- Go on.

Sir, do you want to tell me what's been going on?

- Some bloke's worked over Dave.

- How bad?

He's dead.

Oh, my God almighty, Terry!

What have you done to us?

Wendy, I promise I'm going to work this out.

And when I do, we're going to leave England and it's all going to change for us.

But if anything goes wrong, use this.

There's plenty of cash.

Pounds, francs, dollars.

You can leave the country, start a new life for you and the girls.

You can do this if you have to, Wendy, promise me.

Is that from the robbery, is it?

Much, yeah, yeah.

The papers said there was a woman in the vault.

Martine, was it?

Was she involved?

Yeah, she brought us a job in the first place.

Oh, and did you sleep with her, Terry?

Do you know what?

From day one, it was always you.

The first day we met, I said to my friend Audrey, I said, I said, I am gonna marry

him, and I am gonna have these kids, and I am stuck by you!

I am stuck by you!

He didn't throw me over.

I deserve it.

I brought you more grief than happiness.

But I love you.

And the kids.

It's the reason I did this, to get us out of this life once and for all.

Mummy, open the door!

Mummy!

Mummy!

We'll work the rest out later.

Go and play in your room!

If you still have me.

She takes a good picture, eh, Tim?

Lord Mountbatten has graciously agreed to represent

the interests of the Crown in this matter.

Is he high enough up the tree?

Lord Mountbatten?

I've always wanted to meet that bugger.

Yes.

He has to meet you too.

He has to be under the main clock, Paddington Station, 11am or no deal.

11am on the knocker with your new passports and documents.

He'll hand them over as soon as he sees the photos.

There's another problem.

This robbery's pissed off some local villains.

The guts come with the glory, eh?

One of our mates has been killed.

It's hardly surprising, considering the roster of

reprobates who are the bank's deposit box customers.

Listen, Terry, our commitment is for the recovery of the royal portraits only.

The proceeds and the piss-offs are both yours to deal with.

11am, Paddington Station.

Gael.

Michael wants to see you in the garden.

What for?

I don't know.

Gael, come.

Come and look at this.

Come.

I want to show you something.

What's this for?

Ah!

Ah!

This is for you.

What have I done to deserve this?

What have I done?

You're a spy sent to steal from me.

And nobody steals from Michael X!

No one!

See if it mentions the couple in charge.

Here it is.

Heading the case is Detective Sergeant Roy Given of Marylebone Lane Police Station.

Roy Given.

Now, Roy Given mentioned.

So that means he's striked.

And that he'd be interested in the names of some bent coppers.

Yeah, a bit of a long shot.

Fuck it.

Nothing in that one?

No.

What we don't write a mention.

Strike you as strange?

It's kind of scary, actually.

If that news could disappear, so could we.

It's stockage railroad.

Well, here's to us.

See you, mate.

Look after yourself.

Take care.

Good luck, Kev.

So where are you headed?

Everything goes to plan.

I'll tell you if you're coming with me.

Morning.

I'm looking for a Mr. Roy Given.

He's very important.

Roy Given?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, can I ask what he's concerning?

No, I'd prefer to tell him myself.

Look, all I'm saying is if you're interested in the rest of this book of

payoffs, the author's going to be at Paddington Station, 11 a.m., Platform 1.

And how exactly did this come into your possession?

Next stop, Paddington Station.

Change here for the bank below line.

So no one turns up fashionably late.

This is your friend, Tim.

Good luck.

It's good to see you in one piece.

You were worried for your own arse, Tim, not for mine.

You pricked him.

You set this whole thing up from the start, didn't you?

Come on, you get to be rich, free, and clear.

Isn't that what you wanted?

You stay here with the car.

Roy.

Bloody kidneys.

It's going to pass soon.

Haven't had this much excitement since the war.

We're a little late, my lord.

So where's your mate?

That's Terry there by the newsstand.

Wait.

I've seen those two cowboys before at the girls' flat.

It's a trap.

They're MI5.

Terry!

Terry!

Lord Mountbatten.

Yes?

You know the arrangement.

And you agree to our new identities and immunity from prosecution.

You have my word that the Crown will honor this commitment.

Your documentation and guarantees.

If I were you, I'd keep them in a very safe place.

Yeah.

Well, you bet it won't be a safe deposit box.

Gee, there's a scallywag.

Thank you.

Martine.

It wasn't all business for me.

What's happening?

Where's the book?

Just open the door.

No.

No.

Get in there.

Stay there or you're dead meat.

This one's for Dave.

It's a fucking smug now, aren't ya?

Arrest them.

They're the bank robbers.

Fuck.

This bloke killed our friend.

Shit.

Listen.

So, are we seriously arse-hold now, Terry?

Well, at least we're not dead like poor old Dave.

Get up, you filthy... Bastard.

You're under arrest.

Take him away.

Right.

Come on, you.

Get in the car.

Wonder if that's Roy Given.

Who's he?

We was hoping he was a straight copper.

We've got a nice collar here, Roy.

You know, these two are part of the Baker Street bank robbery gang.

Place this man under arrest.

Yes, sir.

What are you talking about?

They're part of the Baker Street firm.

I don't know about them.

But I know about you, you corrupt bastard.

Cuff him.

And the one over by the wall as well.

But they're the robbers.

No robbers in here.

What do you mean?

Now, I believe you've a certain Mr. Vogel's book of shame.

Well, if you let me out, I'll go get it for you.

I think that belongs to me.

There's your book.

Terry, we were thinking a smart fellow like you

might have kept mementos of the event, just in case.

Case what?

Things didn't turn out so nicely.

If they should ever see the light of day, don't think we can't find you.

Out.

Go on, piss off.

Andrew, go on.

How did that happen?

Fucked it for now.

Just keep walking.

Michael!

Michael!

What do you want?

We're placing you under arrest.

What am I charged with?

Conspiracy to import drugs into the United Kingdom.

Will that do?

But you could still help yourself.

There's a British national staying with you.

A certain Gail Benson.

She was here, but she's gone now.

All right.

In the back.

Over here, sir.

Burn the house down.

I want nothing of this place left standing.

Were you friends with Dave?

Oh, yeah.

Were you?

We knew him in a professional capacity.

He was one of our favorites.

See you later.

Yeh!

You right?

Yeah.

So, where are you off to, Kev?

Anywhere you want to go.

Sorry, I'm doing a solo from now on.

Yeah, well, it was worth a try.

Do you want another one?

Yeah, go on.

One for the road.

It's all right.

I just wish Dave could have seen all this.

Yeah.

Here's to Dave.

To Dave.

To Dave.

To Dave.

What do you want, Martine?

I'm sorry I've caused you this upset, Wendy.

Well, apparently we're rich.

I know the business is finished, but are the cars really ours?

Yeah.

They're all yours.

Jess has been paid off.

I won't lie to you.

I'd have gone with him.

And I'd have shut you out of my mind.

But he didn't want to know.

I'm sorry.

Your wife's talking to Martine.

I know, Kev.

I know.

Good luck.

It was always you, Terry.

I asked for a few chips, Alan.