"No, they are not there, not transmitting." "They are not there, sir." "Move to the next bank, unit #2." "We still get nothing, Sarge." "Ok, unit #2, move to the next location." "My God, the stuff that some people collect..." "What have you got there, Terry?" " '47." " '47?" "Sounds like a good year to me." "Will you pass it round?" "Come on, Terry." "Give us some." "Got it." "Catch!" "Oi!" "Yeah..." "Here, Major." "Get it down." "Listen fellows, they are onto you." "Listen, they're onto you." " Fuck." "Coppers are on your doorstep." "Speak to me, Nightjar." "Coppers are on your doorstep." "Listen." "Hang on, hang on..." "they're not going in," "but they are not going away." "Wait, wait." "Sergeant, we just heard the thieves' lookout say that 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, a black car just pulled up with some bloke." "He's going up to the front door with the cops." "Gyus, he is unlocking the front door." "They are going in." "Shit!" "Over." "Oh no." "Shit." " Where is the vault?" " Downstairs." "Follow me." "Looks fine." "Are you sure everything is all right?" "Yes, yes, it is." " I want to look inside." " Tell the timelock." "Can't be opened until tomorrow morning." "Well, it isn't my bank that's being robbed." "Sorry for calling you on a Sunday morning, sir." " Not a problem..." " Thank you." "Fellows, I think they are going away." "They are gone." "We should get out of here." "They could be coming back." "Yeah, right." "We need to let Eddie know." "Nightjar?" "Nightjar?" "No!" "Fuck!" "Shit." "Fuck." "Shit." "Shit." "Are you there, Nightjar?" "The ambulance reports it's outside the Lloyd's bank on Baker Street." "Nightjar, can you hear me?" "You got asleep, Nightjar?" "Fucking hell..." "Nightjar, are you there?" "Look, if he's not picking up, something is wrong." "You're right." "So, grab all the cash and the jewels and get the fuck out of here." "What about our gear?" "We cant leave anything that might incriminate us." "We come back for it if we can." "What about all the other boxes?" "Doesn't matter, Dave." "Put everything in a bag and lets go!" "All right, let's move it." "Come on!" " There's nothing here, Sarge." " Are you sure?" "There's no mention of the ambulance." "Nothing." "Move on, vehicle #2." " Let's go!" " 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, guv'nor (boss)?" " 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..." " Wher's the van?" " Change of plan." "For cautionary measure." "I've organised alternative transport." " Why?" " None of us have met your boyfriend." "(*He's all go to include you on the back) of the job." "Could've set us up." "We bloody well pulled it off." "Done with military precision, hey, major?" "Now that I am fiscally secure," "I think I'll promote myself to "Colonel"." "You know what I am going to do?" "I'm going to buy my mom a new house." "Something with a garden." "I thought you would be off to Kopenhagen, Dave?" " Why would I go to Kopenhagen?" " Heavy cock, sure hunt." "You know what I'll do?" "I'll chop off one more and then I got one like your little pinkey (penis)." "How did you find this place then, Terry?" "A bloke and I used to run a... chop shop here (stolen cars sold in parts)." "He's in the nick (jail) 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." "You know, an ugly thought has just occured." "Lots of money in that vault, juwelry, bonds." "You and your sweetie haven't cooked up something between you, I hope." " You think I'd betray you?" " There are precedence." "Two of our former colleagues now live in bloody Moscow." "Let's hope they don't have another bidder." "She won't cross us." "She knows what we're capable of." "How does she even know who the hell we are?" "I'm sure she will contact me when she comes to her senses." "Going anywhere else would be a death sentence." "You better hope she does, Everett." "Or it may be yours." "Here you go, Bambas." "That's your lot." ""Never washed after our magic moment." "Snowflake."" "Hey, Dave." "Look at this." "I've seen this bloke on the TV." "The old perv (pervert)." "I have seen this face before." "He's an M.P. (member of parliament)." "Lord... whatshisname, you know." "Always wears those poncey bow ties." "Well, on that picture he's not." "I believe 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." "I don't have to remind you:" "Keep a low profile." "No buying Aston Martins, Bambas." "The only thing I'm buying is a one-way ticket back to Cyprus." " I'm never coming back." " We should have a reunion." " 20 years, the Savoy Grill." " Yeah, right, maybe for you, Guy." "I still wouldn't let us lot in." " Bambas." " Goodbye my friend." "Take care of yourself, mate." "Major." "Be lucky." "Bambas." "Goodbye, old chap." "Okay, what's going on?" "You two have been staring daggers at each other since we left the bank" "What is it?" "Lover's tiff (quarrel)?" "I think Martine has got something to tell us." "Hang on, pal." "That's Princess Margaret." "Fuck me..." "Where do 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 would fix it to keep me out of jail, if I 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 Player's Club." "Same guy you said was trying to pick you up in the club, right?" " Yeah." " Well, so who is he?" "He's a guy I met at the Sombrero Club." "He works for some shady outfit in White Hall." " Oh no, no." "You mean MI fucking 5?" " Or 6?" "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 ther 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 are regular cozzers (bad cops), Martine." "They are above that." "They do things coppers can't." "They think we've seen these photos, we're expendable as dog shit." "You know what?" "I've seen our shots and I don't know... we're either dog shit or about to beat 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 Bambas." "It would be better if we stuck together, Dave." "And why, tell me?" ", 'cause we've been so truthful with each other so far?" " Dave, come on..." " No, I'm going home, Kev." "See my mom." "And then I'm going far away, as far as I can get away from you." "We'd better get out of here, too." "In case Guy and Bambas get picked up." "Let's split the lot of this." "There may be someone else in this shit to cause us some more grief." " One of those, mate." " Here you go." " Keep the change." " Thanks." "[Find the Bank Raid!" "]" " They overheard our radio chat." " Fuckin' 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 3 million." " Hello?" " Martine Love." "Thank God." "Put us through and 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, and we'll have a roll in the hay for old times' sake." "Oh, right." "You would have 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 you?" "For your own good." "I care about your safety, Martine." "Right." "I suppose I give you what you want and we go our separate ways." "That's what I promised." "Ok, today." "Tottenham Court Road 2." "Northern isle, northbound platform." "10:30 sharp." "Tottenham Court Road, 10:30." "Good." ""London vaults checked after radio HAM tunes in to 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 onto 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?" "Call was traced to a public phone box on Miller's Court." "Good news is, she's arranged a meet." "That is good news." " I'll be better off going alone." " Yeah." "Tim has 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 that works here." "I need everybody." "Speak to him." "Gerald?" "You work in robbery now then?" "You're a long way off your patch." "Regional crime squad now." "Just went by 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 informers." "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 content of your boxes, we may be able to ascertain..." " Are you mad?" " ...what's missing." "The whole point in 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 the bloody hell does he think he is?" "Spooks (agents)." "MI-5 or 6, 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 news boys." "Maybe the public can help identify the villains." "So tell me..." "Which of the boxes were ransacked?" "The lot." "100s through to 400s." "Oh, we're in a crapper, Jerry." "Both of us." "Both?" "Now, 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, Lew." "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 robbers." "Jesus wept." "And I think you'll agree we have to find those villains before your honest colleagues do." "For fuck's sake." "Who is this?" "Lew Vogel." "Hold on." "Get up." "Come on, wake up." "What do you want, Lew?" "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, because 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." "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 or Martine takes your stuff... right to Fleet Street, understood?" "You want box 118, Tim." "You have no idea of the danger you and your chums are in, do you?" "Is that right?" "And what 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." "Some change in the deal." " Oh, is that right?" " Yeah..." "You'll get all your nasty pictures, but here's the twist:" "We'll get indemnity, fresh passports, safe passage out of the country." "For the whole team." "And an officially signed document guaranteeing we won't be prosecuted and we won't be pursued." "You can't be serious?" "You can bet your bollocks I'm serious." "I want it signed and delivered by a public figure of substantial authority." "How about the Prime Minister?" "Yeah, he'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." "We've got a stack of 'em." "Oh, do you?" "You've got until 4pm to confirm that we have a deal." "We'll be in touch." "Some photographs." "Well done, Tim!" "Do you have any more?" "Apparently there is a whole rose gallery stored in one of those boxes." "If Lord Drysdale is up to his usual hanky-panky (strange sex life), 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"?" "(defence notice to protect national secrets)" "To protect everyone potentially embarrassed by this criminal activity." "...Which we instigated." "Very nice." "Very nice indeed." "When I came out there were a couple of lads taking some photos." "Buddies of him." "He was standing right outside the bank just a few days before it was robbed." "I thought at the time he looked a bit shifty." "Christ, is that thing real?" "I've got it." "Dave Shilling." "That's his name." "Tada (take care), mom." "Look after yourself, son." "Go, get yourself inside." "You'll catch your death." " Dave Shilling?" " Yeah?" "I wonder if we could have a word." " About what?" " About a bank." "I want to tell you something, Mr. Shilling, because it will save time." "You see," "I have a very jaundiced (bitter) view of life." "From what I see, most of it is corrupt, venal and vile." "And I am just saying this so that you know that I don't have a better nature to appeal to, or a compassionate streak." "I mean, you do understand, don't you?" "I think so, Mr. Vogel." "Good." "I have a kidney stone, that does not seem to be able to pass without painkillers." "I could use a couple of those myself." "You stole from me and from friends of mine." " Where is my stuff?" " I don't know." "Look, I don't know anything about any bank robbery." "Honest." "You're still an unconvincing actor, Mr. Shilling." "I would love to say this is not going to hurt, but it is." "What are you going to do?" "Please, no!" "No." "Stop." "Please." "No." " Well, they were here." " What are you gonna do?" "Why is the door open?" "Who are you?" "I could ask the same thing." "You better run along, eh?" "transcript by r o g a r d" "Get yourselves a cup of tea or something." "We are looking for Terry Leather." "Terry said he would not be coming in this week." "He is supposed to call in." " So you would be Eddie, right?" " Uh, yeah?" "Well, you're coming with me!" "What are you doing?" "Leave him alone!" "What are you going to do with my Eddie?" " Just relax." " Leave her alone!" "We want to talk to him about a bank robbery." "Don't you touch her!" "If you want to see your Eddie or his mate Dave again, make sure Terry Leather calls that number." "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." "We need to get some sleep." "Getting a shut-eye." "I want the fumes cleared out." "Over." "Lucky you." "My eyes are like..." "Mommy?" "Daddy is on the radio." "Don't be so silly, darling." "He is!" "Is he?" "I want a warm bath and a cup of tea." "Over." "You'll get your cup of tea." "Just your odd 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 are 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 is going to jail." "I've got everyone under control." "Just stay put." "Keep the kids inside." "I love you, Wendy." "I gotta go." "You be careful, Terry." "What's the matter, mom?" "Nothing, darling." " Terry, they took Eddie." " Oh God." "Who?" "They didn't have fleece (uniform) on." "I don't know, they could have been cops." "They left a phone number for you." "They said, if I want to see Dave or Eddie again, then you'll have to call." "Listen to me, I swear to you we'll get them back." "Don't you worry, darling." "Have you got a pen?" "Yeah." "- 0-1-9-4-6." " Hold on, say it again." "0-1-9-4-6." " Yeah." "Michael?" "It's Lew Vogel." "Yes." "Well, we've identified the villains." "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 MI-5 were already there." "Pulled rank on my tame copper." "Why do you suppose these people would be interested in the robbery of a minor neighbourhood 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?" "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." "Which you recommended." "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 are you doing?" "Oh, hello Michael." "Hakim was looking for a copy of his book." "I know what you've been looking for." "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 am able to help here." "Perhaps you don't fully comprehend." "I have photographs, compromising photographs, live filmed 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 of me?" "You conniving cunt!" "(conspiring)" "You be a big boy." "Now is the time to talk to your White Hall 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" (prison) a few years back." "I thought he was a wanker." "Spoke with some poncey accent." "Thank you, sir, very much." " Hello?" " Who am I talking to?" "Terry Leather, Kevin Swain, Martine Love, Eddie Burton." "Yeah, Mr. Shilling was kind enough to speak with me about this." "You put Dave on the phone." "Now, I would, but... he seems a bit indisposed at the moment." "What do you want?" "Just a couple of things from what you've stolen." "A ledger with a dark red cover." "And some photos that I'm sure the MI-5 is interested in." "The "Royal portfolio"." "All we got is money and jewels." "Then I suggest you look again." "Speak to your friends." " Hello, who is this?" " Eddie, it's Terry." "Terry..." "Terry, fucking hell." "Dave is all messed up, and they're going to do the same to me, you got to help." "Listen to me, Eddie." "I don't have what he wants." "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?" "You tell him, we don't have it!" " No, Terry." "Terry, you gotta" " Eddie," "Tell him I don't have his fucking ledger!" "You tell that cunt now!" "He doesn't have it..." "Right." "Wait..." "No!" "No!" "No!" "They shot Dave!" " Eddie?" " Dave is dead." " Eddie!" " They shot him, Terry..." "I'll give you one hour to find what I want," "or I'll kill this man." "Tick..." "This is it." "Lew Vogel." "That's what this bastard is." ""Payments made to Soho and West End division officers"" "There are weekly payouts." "50 quid here, 20 there." "Probably every bad copper in London." "Nothing like this was supposed to happen." "No one was supposed to get hurt." "It's not your fault, right?" "We still got our own exit to think about, and Eddie." "If we give the photos to Vogel, all bets are off with Tim." "If we deliver it to Tim, it's Eddie's neck and Vogel is still after us." "Either way we are fucked." "Miles, we've got a problem, a serious problem." "Something Sonia Bern 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, ey?" " Not quite yet." "My operatives tell me that the thieves are using the photographs as a bargaining chip." " Then give them what they want." " Already in motion." "And the committee having done the works to issue a "D-notice" on the whole business." "To muffle (silence) the press." "Put a lid on it." "Big pity, wouldn't it?" "Well, if your mates abandoned you over a few photographs." "Hello." "You listen to me, Mr."Vogel" or whatever your fucking name is." "You go ahead and kill him, we don't give a shit." "We got our loot." "Your ledgers and your photos, you can pick them up from Scotland Yard." "We're sending them over." "Don't do that." "Well, if you want your book of payoffs back, be at Paddington Station in person tomorrow 11 am, platform 1." "There's a newsstand near the statue of the soldier." "Have Eddie with you, hale and hearty." "This is your one and only chance, Vogel." "Don't blow it." "Don't answer it!" "Catherine!" " Daddy!" " How are you?" "Come here." "Here." "Look, I got you a present." " You been good for mommy?" " Yeah." "I need to talk to mommy about something, so give us a minute, okay?" " Go on." " Good girls." "So.. you want to tell me what's been going on?" " Some blokes were tough at Dave." " How bad?" "He's dead." "Oh my God Almighty, Terry." "What have you done to us?" "Wendy, I promise, I'm gonna 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 is plenty of cash." "Pounds, francs, dollars." "You're going to 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?" "My share, yeah." "The papers said there was a woman in the vault." "Martine, so was she involved?" "Yeah." "She brought us the job in the first place." "Oh, and did you sleep with her, Terry?" "I did know that from day one." "It was the way she looked." "The first day we met I said to my friend Audrey, I said:" ""I am gonna marry him." "And I am gonna have his kids."" "And I have stood by you and I will stand by you no matter what!" "You bastard!" "Fuck..." "You can firm me over." "(yell at me)" "I deserve it." "I brought you more grief than happiness, but I love you." "And the kids." "So the reason I did this was to get us out of this life once and for all." "Mommy, open the door." "Mommy, mommy!" " We have the rest of our lives," " Go play in your room!" "...if you'll still have me." "She takes a good picture, eh, Tim?" "Lord Mountbatten has graciously agreed to represent the interest of the crown in this matter." " Is he high enough up the tree?" " Lord Mountbatten." "I always wanted to meet that bugger." "Yes." "I am not sure he will be very pleased to meet you, too." "He has to be under the main clock Paddington Station, 11 am, or no deal." "11 am, on the knock, and with your new passports and documents." "He's gonna 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." "That's hardly surprising considering the roster of reprobates that are the banks' deposit box customers." "Listen, Terry." "Our committment is for... the recovery of the royal...portraits only." "The proceeds and the piss-offs are both yours to deal with." "11 am, Paddington Station." "Gale." "Michael wants to see you in the garden." " What for?" " I don't know." "Gale, come." "Come and look at this." "Come." " I want to show you something." " What's this for?" "It's 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 copper in charge." "Here it is." ""Heading the case is Detective Sergeant" ""Roy Given of Marylebone Lane police station."" "Roy Given?" "No Roy Given menioned." "Let's hope that means he's straight." "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." "Well, we don't rate a mention." "Strike you as strange?" "It's kind of scary actually." "If that news could disappear, so could we." "Next stop:" "Edgware Road." "Well..." "Here's to us." "See you, mate." "Look after yourself." "Take care." "Good luck, Kev." "So where are you headed?" "If everything goes to plan?" "I'll tell you, if you're coming with me." "Good morning." "I'm looking for a mister Roy Given." "It's very important." " Roy Given?" " Yeah." "Can I ask what it's concerning?" "No, I 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 gonna be at Paddington Station" "11 am, platform one." "And how exactly did this come into your possession?" "Next stop:" "Paddington Station." "Change here for the Bakerloo line." "Let's hope now he turns up fashionably late." " There's 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're a prick, Tim." "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." " Right." "Bloody kidney stone." "It's gotta go out soon." "I haven't had this much excitement since the war." "We're a little late, Mylord." "So where is your mate?" "There, sir, that one at the newsstand." "Wait." "I've seen those two cowboys before at the girl's flat." " It's a trap, they're MI-5." " Terry." "Terry." " Lord Mountbatten?" " Yes?" "You know the arrangements and you agree to our new identities and immunity from prosecution?" "You have my word that the crown will honour this committment." "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." "She is a scallywag (rogue)." "Thank you." "Martine." "It wasn't all business for me." " What happened, where's the book?" " Just open the door." " No!" "Get in there." "Stay there, or you're dead meat!" "Where are you going, old man, eh?" "No!" " This one's for Dave." " No..." "You fucker!" "Not so fucking smug now, are you?" "Oi, you punk!" " Eddie, get out." " That's the one that killed Dave." "Get your hands off me!" "Arrest them, they are bank robbers." " Fuck!" " This bloke killed our friend!" " Shit." " No, no, listen..." "So, are we seriously arseholed 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." "All right." "Come on, you." "Get in the car." "It's all right, mate." "I wonder if that's Roy Given?" "Who's he?" "I was hoping he was a straight copper." "We've got a nice collar (catch) 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 that." "But I know all about you, you corrupt bastard." "Cuff him." "The one over by the wall as well." "But they are the robbers!" "No robbers in here." "Watch your head." "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." "That belongs to me." "Here's your book." "Terry." "We were thinking, a smart fella 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." "Aren't you gone?" " How did that happen?" " Fucked if I know, just keep walking." "Michael, Michael!" "What's going on?" "What do you want in my place?" "What do you want?" " We are 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 Gale Benson." "She was here, but she's gone on." " All right." "" " Get in the back!" "Over here, sir." "Burn the house down." "I want nothing of this place left standing." " Were you friends of Dave?" " Oh yeah." " Really?" "We knew him in a professional capacity." "He was one of our favourites." "See you later." " Are you all right?" " Yeah." "So where are you off to, Kevin?" "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." "Tummy (cheers)." "I just wish Dave could have seen all this." "Yeah..." "Here's 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 are all yours." "Jessul has been paid off." "I won't lie to you..." "I would have gone with him, and I would have shut you out of my mind, but he didn't want to know." "I'm sorry." " Your wife is talking to Martine." " I know, Kev." "I know..." "Good luck." "It was always you, Terry." "Daddy!" "Hey!" "Oh my God, Terry, that's a big one." "Lash a few chips on that, all right?" "" " Black..." " Don't, mom!" " Fish fingers tonight, aye?" " What a pretty boy..." "Transcript by rogard, with a little help from lyliakar" "Please respect my hard work." "Don't remove these credits." "Thanks."