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- Congratulations.

- Thanks. Thank you.

- I appreciate it.

- Nice job, buddy.

- I couldn't have done it without you.

- I know.

- Congrats, man. You're awesome.

- Nice job, mate!

Is this the "I feel sorry

for Vincent" call?

- Don't worry, Vince.

- Well, I am worried.

Well, look...

...we have one more stab

with the police.

Try to get those costs down.

Try to think positive, okay?

- Chin up.

- Kind of hard...

...when you keep cutting my funding.

Twenty percent this year, 25 last year.

I've got work to do on the Moose.

The threat detection is still

in its elemental phase.

Threat detection is superfluous.

The operator detects the threat.

Then we send the Moose out.

Enough already.

Cut. Not add.

- Okay?

- Yeah. I'm on it.

- Deon Wilson to the workshop.

- I need to go. I'll talk to you in a bit.

It's my little boy in again, eh?

F***ing surprise, surprise.

Every time. He's a bullet magnet.

- What's going on, guys?

- Here's the report. It's 22. Again.

RPG, direct to the chest.

See a lot of the internals got damaged.

- Brain architecture's still intact.

- Regardless, it's a write-off.

- Okay, let's salvage the CPU.

- We could try to cut the battery out.

- It's still charged, still stable.

- No, not worth the effort.

Droid 22 written off. Crush the chassis

and recycle the alloys. Yeah?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

Easy, easy, easy.

Come, come, come. Into the lair.

- Careful, man.

- We need to stitch his sh*t up.

You think you got away?

No, I didn't think that, Hippo.

You think you don't owe me

this money anymore?

Because you think

I'm in prison or what?

We'll get your money.

Maybe I come to your secret place

in Soweto.

I come there with the fellows.

I take what I want.

It's cool. One week.

Seven days!

- They didn't catch that poes.

- What?

He knows where we live.

We got a week to come up

with his money.

How are we gonna do that?

Come on, that's ridiculous.

We need one final job.

I'm talking about serious cash.

Five hundred million rand. Okay?

We pay that animal.

We pocket the rest.

And we get out

while we still can. Boom.

What are you getting on about,

a bank job?

No.

- Cash in transit.

- What?

- That's what?

- A heist, Yo-Landi.

The droids are gonna come down

on our asses, okay?

- They'll hit us harder.

- It's true.

Guys, we need, like, a remote.

- Like a switch.

- What? Excuse me?

Okay, the robots are

like machines, right?

Like a TV.

So if we had a remote

to switch it off...

That's brilliant.

We need to find the guy who makes

the robots and steal his remotes.

Dexter?

Hello, Deon. Welcome home.

- Have you been a good boy today?

- Yes, Deon.

- Yeah? Did you clean my room?

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