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Please excuse me.
Sorry!

Whoa! Sorry!

Have you seen a bloke come in here?
Yellow suit?

He just came running in here, mate.

Your car, sir.

Yes, good.

Good morning, sir.

Morning!

I don't give a toss, sack the lot of them -
don't they know there's a recession on?

You can get Eastern Europeans for
two fifty an hour and bloody grateful for it.

Two fifty's my final offer!

Excuse me...

- is this yours?
- Yes.

That's strange, it must have
come out of your pocket and

rolled quite a distance
to get all the way over there...

Oh goodness, I'm terribly sorry.

Let me help you get dry there.
There we go.

- D'you know how much these suits cost?
- I'm terribly sorry.

I'll just get that for you.

Oh, that's me again.

- Is your phone working?
- It's fine.

- Are you sure it's all right?
- Don't worry.

Good.
I'll leave you alone, sir.

- Thank you.
- Oh, my hat,

they'll never let me back
on ship without that!

Good evening, Royal Langham.

Hello, could you tell me
the name of your duty manager?

It's Roger Levell.

- Roger?
- Yes?

Jonathan Moore here, the MD's new PA.

Just to let you know the MD would like
to make a site visit next Monday.

- I'll make sure everything's ready for him.
- Fantastic.

Oh, and he has a close personal
friend of his, a Commander Cardwell,

he'd like him checked into your
penthouse suite for a few days...

- He'll be checking in tonight.
- No problem. Happy to help.

- What about the account?
- Just send the invoice to us.

Good evening, sir.

Here at the Royal Langham

we take pride in the fact
that our penthouse suite

does indeed have everything
that you require, sir.

- Thank you.
- No luggage?

- Terminal five.
- Ah...

I'll send up the concierge, he can
arrange a personal shopper for you.

- Well, thank you, Roger. That's very kind of you.
- My pleasure, sir.

Bugger me!
Mickey Bricks.

Hello, Cyclops, long time no see.

I heard you was Down Under,
flogging the Sydney Opera House.

- I was.
- Some people will buy anything.

- And long may it be so.
- What can I do for you?

Ash Morgan.

Three Socks?
Haven't seen him for months.

Heard he'd retired.
You tried Eddie?

I called by the bar,
it's all closed up.

- That's cos he ain't there anymore.
- Do you know where he is?

Might do.

Either you do or you don't.

Fifty quid.

- I'm sorry?
- Supply and demand,

it's the bedrock
of a capitalist society.

OK, we are fully booked, so
no more reservations today.

- I'd like a table, please.
- I'm sorry, sir, we're...

Mick! God!
What are you doing here?

Shouldn't that be my question?

- Oh, yeah. Ah, it's a long story, you knew.
- I've got nothing better to do.

- I... I don't finish for an hour.
- Alright, take a tea break.

I can't, mate.

OK, I'll have lunch.

- We're fully booked.
- Are you?

Mick...

- Afternoon, sir.
- Mickey...

Can I take this chair?
Thank you.

Good afternoon, ladies,
Good afternoon.

My name is Anthony and I will
be your table host for today.

Table host? Yes, it's a new
initiative we've started,

just to make sure that your lunch
is everything it possibly could be.

Have you had drinks?
Edward! Edward!

- Bollinger, please, for the ladies.
- Right.

Don't worry, it's on the house.
So, what were you thinking...?

Goodbye.

You'll get me the sack.

I can't believe you're working
for a living, have you no shame?

Well, maybe if you lot had paid your
bleedin' tab I'd still have me bar...

Where's Ash?

- Haven't seen him for months.
- What about Albert?

Ah!

Hey.
It's good to see you.

- Why didn't anyone tell me?
- It's nothing for you to worry about.

To tell you the truth,
I'm enjoying the rest.

- I'd have come sooner if I knew you were in here.
- I heard you were on your way back.

- How?
- I know everything,

you of all people
should know that, Michael.

So what happened?

Well, there was a slight
misunderstanding...

Black Jack!

- Ray, check his arms.
- Why?

Her Majesty very kindly offered
to make me her guest for two years.

Two years?
Then we'll have to get you out.

Have you gone mad?

- Here you go, Albert.
- Ah!

Er, you were missing Deal Or No Deal,
so I've set it to record.

Thank you so much.

This is the best
vacation I've ever had.

I've finally caught up on my reading,
I swim, I have yoga classes twice a week.

And I even considered striking a guard
to extend my stay, but they're all so nice...

OK. OK, I get it.
You're working.

So who's in here worth
getting locked up for?

Ah, you do have a
very suspicious mind.

Then I guess you'll tell me
when you're good and ready.

Albert, where's Ash?

Well, right now he should be fleecing
the City boys in the City View.

OK. Then...

I have something for you,
if you're interested...

... an M-A-R-K.

Ladies and gentlemen,
place your bets.

Money on the table.

Move over and let me
show you how it's done.

Yes!

Thank you very much.

So, how was Oz?

Mixed reviews.

Lucrative, though?

Up and down.

- I couldn't do that flight...
- Me neither.

I sailed back.

- What now?
- I'm putting a new crew together.

It's a different world, Mick.

Misery everywhere you look...

credit crunch, house repossessions,
even the banks are going under.

Recessions only seem to
affect ordinary people.

As for the rich...

same old, same old,
they just keep getting richer.

Ain't that the truth?

So, are you in or are you out?

- Archie Scott still about?
- Nah, he's long gone.

- Cock and Hen Ken?
- Brussels I heard.

I tried Danny and Stacie,
but they're still in the States.

Long con players are a dying breed, Mick,
it's all "wham bam, thank you, ma'am" these days.

OK, I'll make some calls,
see if I have any more luck.

You got a mark lined up?

Sara Naismith.

Er, Edward, if they're your friends,
I suggest you get rid of them now.

- Yeah, well, they are, but...
- Lovely, thank you.

Made her fortune buying up beach front land

along the Black Sea coast
once the Soviet Union crumbled.

Next it was tendering for re-building programmes
in China after the earthquake.

- She's a nice looking girl.
- Don't let that fool you, she's an alley cat.

She left China once it was
discovered she was

bribing officials
to avoid building regulations.

And in Croatia, if people didn't want
to leave the land she wanted to buy,

- she sent thugs in to turf them out.
- Hiya, Anthony!

Hello, ladies!

He's very good.

Yes, I'm sure he is.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Er... anything you wanna tell me?
- No.

- Ahem! When you're ready...
- Sorry.

Now that the Eastern European
gold rush is over,

she thinks the recession in Europe means
she can make a killing on the money markets.

- Feels like there's a pattern here.
- Making money out of other people's misery.

So, what's the way in?

Well, she only likes to invest
in cast iron certainties.

- What, insider trading?
- Exactly.

The problem is she doesn't
know the world too well.

- And she wants us to help her?
- Be rude not to.

I need your table, lads.

- What for?
- For paying customers, who do you think?

But we was here first.

Yeah, but you didn't
book or anything, did you?

- Book what?
- A table!

- I don't need to, I've got one.
- But it's not yours.

- Who's is it, then?
- It's someone else's.

- What, you gave someone else our table?
- No. No, I don't...

- Do you know what? Forget it.
- Bring us two more large ones, Eddie?

Thank you.

- We should help him, really.
- Yes, we should.

So, where do we find our
little alley cat then?

She does coffee and papers here
every morning.

So, what am I going for?
Casual and charming or business-like and abrupt?

Obnoxious.

- Obnoxious?
- She thinks all men in the City

are rude misogynists -
let's not disappoint her.

Right.

- Morning.
- Morning, sir.

Table for one, please.

Right there in the middle, thanks.

Coffee and a brandy, please,
kick start the old ticker.

Thank you so much.

Having a dabble, old girl?

A friend of mine made
a killing last month.

Sescoe Oil.
Tripled his money in a week.

I wouldn't mind,
but the man's a bloody moron,

wouldn't know his NASDAQ
from his arsehole. Thank you.

Apparently, he got a tip off.

- Oh?
- Well, it's the only way to make any money.

Unless you've got an inside track, you're just
trading with the rest of the plebs, aren't you?

- And we don't want that, do we?
- Absolutely not.

Simon Porter Jones.

Sara Naismith.

- Are you staying here?
- No, but they have the best coffee.

- You?
- Ah, well...

... I'm staying round
the corner for a few days.

- Business?
- Mistress.

I'm sorry?

The old girl's at home
mucking out the horses,

I'm here to roger my mistress
senseless for the weekend.

Lucky her.

So, what's it to be?

Well, what's on your shopping list?
Maybe I can help?

Well, I'm torn
between M&S and London Speed.

- Who the hell are they?
- Oh.

I tell you who you should talk to.
Friend of mine.

Arrogant little shit, but makes more money
on the markets than any man I know.

- What's his name?
- William Dagmar. Dagmar Associates.

I'm surprised you haven't heard of him.

Well, I'm relatively new to the markets.

Dagmar's got the instincts of a cat.

The first man to get into Google and eBay,

the first man to get out of
Enron and Northern Rock.

Apparently, there's a feature
on him in today's Independent.

- Er, do you have a copy of today's Independent?
- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

I don't know if you're interested,
but I'm having a small soiree this evening.

- It's Maisy's birthday.
- Maisy?

The aforementioned mistress.

She's nineteen.

Thanks very much.

Here's my hotel.

Penthouse suite. Seven thirty,
casual, nibbles and drinks.

William Dagmar will be there.

- Many happy returns to Maisy.
- Bloody good show.

So, what d'you say?

Maybe see you this evening?

- If I'm in the area.
- Suit yourself.

If not,

might catch you again, mmm?

I think we got a nibble.

Oi!
What's going on?

I can do you eight at fifty each.

Waa a bit steep, innit, Martha?

Or I can do you frogs
for thirty five.

No, they have to look the part.
Then it's fifty.

Dress?

Smart casual. Businessmen.

- Time?
- Seven.

I'll let you know the address later.
Oh,...

and I need a young girl,
about nineteen.

I thought you were
saving yourself for me...

Oh, I am, darling, but I'm supposed
to be an old fart with a mistress.

OK, so that's eight at fifty
and another fifty for the girl.

Call it four hundred and fifty
and twenty five pence. Cash.

- Twenty five pence?
- Paper.

I'm just checking the racing results.

Well, I can't sell it to anyone
else now, it's second hand.

They tell me you're
the man who knows.

Knows what?

Everything.

I think you've got me mixed up
with someone else.

Hit him.

Shall we start again?

I'm looking for two con merchants.

OK, bye.

- How's it going with the new crew?
- Well, it's just like you said.

Everyone's either hooked up already
or moved away.

Hold on, here we go.
She's in.

Some people just
can't help themselves.

Do you think she'll come?

Well, if she thinks we can make her
money, she won't be able to resist.

Right, sort yourselves out.

Now, we're playing a
condensed version of the rag.

Stocks and shares.
The mark is Sara Naismith,

I'm Simon Porter Jones, this is my gaff.

Mickey is William Dagmar,
God's gift to the money markets.

He's made you all a fortune.

The first part of the game is keep
the mark away from Mickey, yeah?

Good. Hello, sweetheart,
you're Maisy, my mistress.

It's your birthday!
Any questions?

Right.
Let's be convincing.

We've found them, boss,

just a question of what
happens next

It's a hotel.

OK.

Watch and wait.

OK.

Showtime!

You made it. Hello.

This is my assistant, Aaron.

Well, the more the merrier.
Come in.

- Champagne?
- Thank you.

He'll have an orange juice.
Is William Dagmar here?

Yes, he's over there,
I'll introduce you later.

Just relax, have a drink.

Maisy, come and meet some people.

- This is...
- Sara.

- Very pleased to meet you.
- Go into the bedroom in a minute.

Alright, pumpkin, lead the way.

She wants to show me her presents.

- Who's he?
- Her PA. What d'you want to do?

Let's go as planned,
but find out what you can from him.

Maybe we should have bought
his girlfriend something?

A new school bag perhaps?

Ah...

the main man, come on.

So, how's it going, old son?

Good, thank you.

- I bet she keeps you on your toes.
- Yes.

- Been with her long?
- Almost four months.

Ah.
New boy then?

I think her previous assistants
found her quite demanding.

- But not you?
- Oh, no.

I think she's wonderful.

Good.

It was lovely to have met you.

- Hey, how are you doing?
- Fine.

I think her tongue's
hanging out far enough.

- What about the PA?
- Oh, he's harmless.

I think he's got a crush on her.

OK, reel her in.

So, how are we doing here?
Happy bunnies?

Well, I still haven't managed
to talk to William yet.

Well, let's remedy that straight
away, shall we? Excuse us...

William...

... this is Sara and her PA, Alan.

- Aaron.
- That's the one.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

- And you.
- Sara here was hoping to pick your brains.

- Oh?
- Yes, she's looking to invest in the markets.

Simon, it would be nice if your guests
asked me something a little more interesting,

then where they should invest their money.

Oh!
Well, I have a different question.

Which is?

Are you always this bloody rude
or have we just caught you on a bad day?

- A lady that's not afraid to speak her mind!
- Does that bother you?

On the contrary,
I find it refreshing.

Well, then perhaps you're mixing
with the wrong kind of women.

I'm beginning to think I must be.

Why don't you stay
once the rabble has gone?

In the meantime,
I'll work on my manners.

He likes you.

- Well, he has a very high opinion of himself.
- I told you, he's an arsehole.

But you can forgive any man who made
you eight million pounds last year.

Hold fire when everyone toodles off, hmm?

Cheerio.
Nice to see you.

Well, Maisy's throwing up in the bathroom,
so that's slap and tickle off the menu.

How about a brandy?

Well, not quite as attractive
a proposition, but yes. Alan?

- Aaron.
- Absolutely. Brandy?

Certainly not.
Go and wait by the door.

- So, how long have you known Simon?
- I met him this morning.

Oh, and he's already
offering you investment advice?

I'm not naive, Mr Dagmar,

I fully understand he has no real interest
in helping me invest my money.

- Oh?
- However, I am equally certain

that he is interested in
getting into my designer knickers...

once Maisy's started sixth form.

Careful, William,
you might have met your match there.

- We'll see.
- Can I put my cards on the table, Mr Dagmar?

Yes, yes. Of course.

I came here to invest money,
but I'm new to the markets

and would appreciate a small nudge
in the right direction.

- A nudge?
- I dislike gambling.

I much prefer something
that gives me an edge.

- I understand that's your forte.
- You seem remarkably well informed.

How much would you like to invest?

Well, I thought I'd start slowly.

Perhaps a million to begin with?

Well?

That is a decent sum
for your first investment.

It will be enough to let me see
if your advice is worth following or not.

Come to my office tomorrow
and we'll discuss it further.

Tomorrow, then.

Simon...

Door!

You know, if I didn't know better,
I'd say you two were flirting with one another.

Still, end of round one.

Looks like they're back
and up to their old tricks.

It was definitely them?

No doubt, boss.

There were loads of people coming and going.
I reckon they're in the middle of another con.

Shall we bring 'em in?

No,

stay on top of them.

If we time this right, we'll get them and whatever
money they're conning these poor bastards out of.

Double bubble.

All right.

City Central House?

Hello, darling, it's Terry in maintenance,
I'm running a phone check, drawing a few blanks.

- Who have we got on holiday?
- Mr Harris is on leave until Monday.

- Third floor?
- Sixth. Room 610.

Alright, cheers, darling.

Pass, please.

- Wait...
- Fire!

Fire!

Somebody put it out
before the alarms go off!

Quickly!

Just put it out!

IT, someone reported a fault
on the internal server?

Not me.

- Online diary, OK?
- Yeah, look, I haven't got time for this.

I'll be two minutes.

OK. It's up by one, that's 426.

26.

Up by one to 272.

OSP up by 0.4.

All done.

OK, down by three to 217.

Hi, it's Nick Evans here,
building management.

How's everything down
there after the fire?

Excellent. Good.

Problem is,
Health and Safety have been on.

Yeah, they wanna send someone
to check our building regs.

No, no, I'll deal with it.

Just tell him to come to the sixth floor,
I'll have someone meet him at the lift, yeah?

OK, thanks, bye.

Hi, hello.

Yes, I'm having a presentation this morning
and I need some stuff sent up.

Yes, I've got a list.

Environmental Services.
I believe you were expecting me?

Er, yes. If you take a lift to the 6th floor,
someone will meet you there.

Thank you.

Thanks, chaps.

So, how does all of this work?

OK, I've taken a wireless feed
from the trading floor upstairs,

which means you've got a
direct live feed to the markets

which comes into your VDU, then out into this.

This takes the live feed, records it,

delays it for about a minute,
before feeding it to the big screen.

Makes you look like
a bleeding genius.

You see the market price go up and down
on the VDU here, which only you can see.

Very good.

So, you watch your screen,
see what the market's doing, and make your play.

- She watches it all come true on the big screen.
- Brilliant.

I'll call you on these mobiles from the khazi,
you make it sound like you're getting information.

Right, time I wasn't here.

- Nice to see you haven't lost your touch.
- Well, a bit rusty,

but it's all coming back.

Heard you had a bit of excitement, old boy?
Fire, wasn't it?

- Oh, yeah.
- Put it out single handed, I heard.

Bloody good show.

Due a little bonus,
I shouldn't wonder.

You know, I think I'll have
a word with personnel.

- Gary, is it?
- Gary Coleman.

I'll see to it personally.

Ah, here's my party now,
get the lift for us, would you, Gary?

- There's a good fellow.
- Sir.

William asked me to pop down
and take you up.

I've got an office on the same floor and
he's stuck on the phone to New York.

Follow me.

- Thank you, Gary.
- Sir.

Not far now.

- Here we are.
- Stop talking. No, stop talking.

Stop talking and listen.

I want you to start unloading
in small batches, nothing big...

Because I've had a whisper their
results are worse than forecast,

which means they'll take a
tumble as soon as they're announced.

Yes, exactly. So sell quietly,
stay under the radar.

Well, that's my good deed for the day.
I'll leave you to it.

- Have fun.
- Yes, exactly.

Morning!

OK.

Yes?

She fluttering her eyes at you yet?

- How sure are you?
- You're supposed to be looking at your screen.

Thank you.

We'll get rid of it for 63.

Dawson and Hughes market
price rising sharp.

Buy Dawson and Hughes Chemicals, 50K.

- Yes?
- Of course, historically,

you've never had much luck
with brunettes, have you?

When will this go public?

- Or blondes, for that matter. Or redheads.
- No, thank you, Nick, I owe you one.

I've just had a heads up about Aldo Science,
sell whatever we're holding.

Assuming you don't claim any psychic abilities,
I assume you have fantastic contacts.

Yes.

- The best that money can buy.
- Buy?

Well, most of the City is corrupt,
one way or another.

Inside information becomes a commodity,
just like everything else.

- Sorry, all, got held up.
- Hello, Simon.

How was the day?

- It was very impressive.
- Did you pay the broker?

Honestly, William, you spent
six hundred thousand today.

Have you any idea what it's like
carrying all that cash around?

You deal in cash?

Well, if I buy stock in the usual fashion,
it turns into a feeding frenzy.

So, yes, I deal in cash.

And that way,
no-one knows what I buy or when.

- Imaginative accounting?
- Exactly.

So, William, now I've seen what you can do,
I've decided I'd like you to do the same for me.

- That's very big of you.
- Isn't it?

- I take twenty per cent commission.
- Agreed.

- Although, I have a small request.
- Oh?

Something I learnt when investing in property.

And what's that?

When someone else invests your money,
the only way to guarantee they're careful with it,

- is to ask them to match it.
- Match it?

That way, they're gambling
their money along with yours.

It's an act of faith.

Never heard of such a thing.

I'm listening.

We make it a joint venture.
A million each.

You invest it all.
Then we share the profits equally.

If I lose, you do too.

Of course, the only people who ever...

refuse such a request
either have no balls,

or they don't think they
can live up to expectation.

Well, in that case,
how could I refuse?

Good.
Tomorrow then.

- Well, I didn't see this coming.
- No, me neither.

- Plays right into our hands, though.
- How so?

Well, if she think I've lost money too,
it'll be harder for her to smell a rat.

How long do you need to clear
the office after we've done?

I've just got to disconnect the feed...
ten minutes.

OK,

so we let her make
an early profit, we relax,

find a company in freefall,
and hit her with the sting.

Once that happens, you should get
her out as quickly as possible.

Right.

We should also work out what we're
going to do about Eddie and his bar.

Oh, yeah?
What did you have in mind?

Well, we do need
an extra pair of hands.

- So what's the catch?
- There's no catch.

There's always a catch.

Well, maybe you could redecorate?

I chose every bit of wallpaper, and all the carpet
and all the fittings myself, you know!

- Maybe that's the problem.
- But that aside,

you're back in business...
if you want.

Equal partners.

- With you two?
- Is there a problem?

Feels a bit like starting up a
pension fund with Robert Maxwell.

Do we have a deal or not?

Listen, you've still got to pay
for all your drinks, OK.

- I need to keep the books straight.
- Goes without saying.

OK, deal.

Haven't you got work to do, Edward?

You seem to be spending a lot of
time with these...gentlemen.

- They're friends of yours, I assume?
- Yes, they are.

Well, perhaps you should spend
less time socialising

and more time with our other guests,
which is what I pay you for.

OK?
Good.

Bollocks.

I beg your pardon?

He said, "Bollocks."

You can't talk to me like that.

I think you'll find
that he just did.

Keep the change.

You sure there isn't a catch?

There is just one little thing.

Do you know what? I flaming knew it!

They left about half an hour
ago, carrying a briefcase.

The boys are watching them.

Let's pay them a little visit,
shall we?

- Morning, Gary.
- Sir.

What do I have to do again?

Wait in the khazi until I come, then go to
room 610 and say what's on this paper.

OK, same as yesterday, and then after an hour,
I'll find a company in freefall and buy heavy.

Of course, all hell will break loose,

but I'll offer to help them recoup
their losses tomorrow.

- And we'll be gone.
- Exactly.

- You help calm them down and get them out.
- Right.

I'm here to make a collection.

Ahem! I'm...
Oh, God!

I'm here to make...
I'm here to make a... I'm...

- No, I wouldn't have missed this for the world.
- Call you later.

And I was beginning to think
you'd changed your mind.

- Nervous?
- Never.

Oh, been spending
your profits already, I see?

I'm not convinced that's
any of your business,

but, yes, I have a
dinner party this weekend.

- And do you have your investment?
- Have you brought yours?

Niceties over.
Shall we get started?

- Of course.
- Allow me.

Thank you so much.
Just put the cases there,

- the broker's sending someone round.
- I'll organise some coffee.

Yes, that's a wonderful idea.

Please.

You're on.

Alright, Mick?

- Do your stuff.
- How certain are you?

No, no, no, that's
good enough for me, Tim. Thanks.

A hundred thousand in Fastco Logistics.

A good start.

For God's sake, rather than
sitting there like a moron,

why don't you take the bags
back to the hotel?

Sorry.

You can bring the car back
to get me later.

He has a degree in business studies.

Worth half a mill?

OK, let me know.
Hello, Martin.

Mr Dagmar.
I'm here to make a collection.

Two cases there. Tell Nick they're
to go into a separate account.

- In your name, sir?
- No, Dagmar and Naismith.

- I'll make sure to let him know.
- Thank you.

Yes?
Really? How heavy?

Good man,
I'll see you back at the bar.

I make us up around two
hundred thousand pounds.

It's not exactly world shattering
for a two million pound investment.

It's early yet.

I'm waiting for the heads up
on a couple of financial reports,

they should have a big effect on the
market value of the companies concerned.

If we move quickley enough, well,
we could make quite a killing.

Hmm! Well then, I'll take the chance
to visit the ladies while I can.

She's gone to the bathroom.

Perhaps you should take a look.

Only me!

Damn gents is out of action
and I've been caught a bit short.

Hello?

Anyone there?

- She's not there.
- What?

Well, she's vanished into thin air!

There she is.

Cases!

- They changed cases.
- How?

Dark brown leather, gold locks.

They worked the switch!

That's outrageous.

We've been conned!

Yes!

We did it!

We bloody well did it!
You are a genius!

Yes, I am.

Finally, we can get out of this dump!
I'm seeing a penthouse with a butler.

And a box at the Emirates.
And a Porsche.

And you know what? You can have enough
Jimmy Choos for three octopuses,

or is it octopi?

And a holiday.
Oh, a holiday!

Somewhere hot.
Mexico!

You switched the wrong sodding case!

No way!

- That's his case! I swear it!
- Yeah? Well, how can it be?

Because there's fifties
on the front.

You told me to use twenties and I did.
You checked, remember?

I don't believe this.

We've been conned.

- What?
- We're looking for some people.

- Who?
- A couple of grifters.

- They're inside.
- OK, let's have 'em.

- Fit bird and a young bloke?
- How would you know that?

Ain't you heard?
I know everything.

So where are they?

- Are you gonna hit me if I don't tell you?
- Almost certainly.

- Not sure there'll be much left by now.
- Why not?

Because you ain't the
only ones looking for 'em.

Shit!

Hello, Vicky.

You done me for thirty grand.

Alright.
Pay 'em.

- Well, I can explain...
- Oh, please do.

Well, I...

just...

- Come here.
- OK! OK.

Oi!
Leave her!

I want my money.

Or I'm going to have to make them
cut his nuts off and feed them to him.

- OK?
- OK.

Em, don't do it!

Shut up, don't panic.

There's your thirty grand.

Thank you.

Take her down to the car.

Wait!

You got your money.

Oh, I've got a little something extra
in mind for her...

Yeah?

Who the hell are you?

Is this fool really
asking me who I am?

Yeah, I think he is.

He's the black guy I told you about.
The one they were meeting up with.

It's her alright.

And him.

OK, I'm going to ask you again,

who are you and what do you want?

These people stole some money
from my employer.

Oh, yeah?

You'd better join
the end of the queue, mate.

The people we work
for do not join queues.

Shoot these fools, man.

Jesus!

Now find this money.

- So, what's in there, then?
- Whoa, whoa, wait, you stealing my money?

No, no, this is just
the money they took off me.

- Shoot him too.
- No! No!

Please, you can take the money,
take MY money!

I,... we never saw nothing, did we, lads?

- Boss?
- No, please, please.

You don't have to kill me.

We didn't see nothing,
we weren't even here. We're cool.

- We're cool, I swear.
- You're cool?

- Yeah.
- You sure?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Alright, so tell me...

- ... what did you see?
- Nothing.

Cos it's nothing personal, but if I ever
see you again, I'm going to have to kill you.

Sure.

- And every member of your family.
- Yeah.

- You understand?
- Mmm.

Alright.

Thank you.

Yeah...thanks.

Thank you.

- Boo!
- Aaargh!

You can get up now.

Well, that was intense.

It's her alright.

And him.

Shoot these fools.

OK,... who are you?

- I was just going to ask you the same thing.
- I asked first.

I'm Emma Kennedy.

Sean.

- And I'm guessing you're not William Dagmar?
- No, I'm not.

You're grifters?!

- This is Ash Morgan.
- "Three Socks"?

Pleased to meet you...I think.

- Well then, you must be...
- Michael Stone.

Oh, what's going on?

We've just conned Mickey Bricks
and Three Socks Morgan!

I think you'll find
it was the other way around.

- Oh, really? Cos I thought we'd got clean away.
- With nothing.

Hang on, I was given you as a mark.

Table for one.

That's where you told me she would be.

It seems we've all been
a part of someone else's game.

Albert.

Just think of it as me...
oiling the wheels.

I have something for you,
if you're interested...

..an M-A-R-K.

Gotcha.

- How'd it go?
- Piece of cake.

Her name is Sara Naismith.

Made her money in
dubious overseas property deals,

and is now
looking to invest in the market.

- Which is where I come in?
- Exactly.

I've worked out a front for you.

You'll be William Dagmar, a maverick
trader on the money markets.

He's good at what he does, but he hates
the system, so now he deals only in cash.

You'll be Sara Naismith
and, Sean, you'll be her PA.

- So how do we get to him?
- Through this man, Simon Porter Jones.

He'll be easy to reel in, because
he's a sucker for a pretty face.

Simon Porter Jones.

Sara Naismith.

The real test will be William Dagmar.

- And remember he likes strong women.
- Does that bother you?

You seem to have put a lot
of thought into this, Albert.

Well, time on my hands.

So how did you two meet?

- Oh, we bumped into each other a while back.
- Sorry!

Albert took me under his wing.
Taught me all about the long con.

She is rough around the edges with lots to learn,
but with the right person...

Well?

Oh, well, who better than you?

You could have just introduced us!
You know, like a normal person?

Where's the fun in that?

Besides, it's important for you
all to see what the others can do.

Well, you were looking
for a new crew, Mick.

Well, she must be good...

for you to go to all this trouble.

One way to find out!

You've got to hand it to him,
he's a clever old sod.

- So, we're all working together now then?
- No, we're not.

- I thought...
- No, you thought wrong.

- I choose my own crew.
- OK.

Just give us back our thirty grand,
and we'll be on our way.

Ah.

- Problem?
- Yeah, we had to invest that.

In what?

It's a long story.

- This fella?
- Yeah.

- Nice one. Could you go over there?
- Yeah.

Nice one, cheers.

Great.

Then we're broke.

Come on, guys! Us four working
together, we could make a fortune!

Is your boyfriend always like this?

Mostly. Except he's not my boyfriend,
he's my baby brother.

- Albert's been to a lot of trouble.
- I don't like to be manipulated, even by Albert.

I think you'll find, Ash, that this is just
about him not liking being told what to do.

It's a character flaw.
Albert told me about it.

- Did he now?
- Yeah.

- Did he tell you anything else?
- Lots.

Such as?

He told me enough about how you play poker
to beat you hands down every time.

I doubt that.

And he also said that I was
the only person he knew

- that could drink Ash Morgan under the table.
- Ho-ho!

That sounds like fighting talk!

Well, I guess we'll never find out.

Come on, Sean.

Good luck, guys.

If nothing else, it was fun.

- Now, you have to admit, she was good.
- Bit rough around the edges.

- Yeah, but you could always train them up.
- Maybe.

You know what Albert's like,
he'll only set us up again.

- Yeah, he will, won't he?
- Yeah, he's stubborn.

Bit like you.

Wait!

As much as I know
I'm going to regret this...

I suppose...

we could try one score.

Just to see how it goes.

We won't let you down, I promise.

It's my crew, though.
I have the last word in everything.

OK.

So...

do you think
the city's ready for us?

I don't even know if I'm ready for you!
Come on, let's do this.

Well...

So, what do we do now?

Well, first we need to find a mark.

Followed by a few drinks with Ash,

and then...

let's play some poker!

- Alright, boss!
- Oh, he'll like that.

It's a character flaw.
Enjoy it!

I can't see it lasting!

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THX to chocolate!