London Heist Page #2

you cocksucking f***er.

You f***ing slimy c*nt!

Go on, f***ing do it!

Come on, do it!

Search the place.

Charlie...

Jack, we should go.

Everyone is back at the house now.

- Yeah.

- You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

- You know they're watching us.

- Yeah, I know.

I'm not saying let it go,

but we need to seriously

think about this.

Think about what, Sam?

I'm not with ya.

Four million quid is gone.

And I've just watched my dad,

your uncle, be put

in the f***ing ground.

We need to find out who did it

and how did they know

the money was there

at that exact time.

We've got to look

at this logically, Jack.

We've done business with

most of the firms in London.

It could be anyone.

Should have turned us in years ago.

If you would have

listened to me and Frank,

we'd be making a f***ing

fortune at the other gig.

- And we wouldn't be in this sh*t.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And Alfie would still be here.

Well, let's get it right, Sam.

If we would have listened to you,

we would have been doing

a 30 stretch or dead.

And we'd f***in' ubered over there.

The amount of gear...

Hey, boy...

Who are you talking to...?

- Boy?

- Who are you talking to, boy?

- Are you boy enough, eh?

- Who the f*** you talking to?

Oi. Oi. Oi!

Sit down and remember where you are.

None of that sh*t matters anymore.

Look, as a group, let's

not forget something here.

That bit of money was our out money.

So what we gonna do now?

Like I said, we need

to think about this.

We've got the NCA breathing down

our f***ing necks.

Wickstead on our case.

He never got Alfie, so now

he's obsessed with you, Jack.

Like you've always told me... told us.

Never panic.

Deep breath.

Count to ten before you do anything.

Don't treat me like mug

and get yourself nicked now.

Let the dust settle.

Wait.

I love you, son, you know?

You want me to get a closer look?

Nah, don't bother.

There was a time when

we would have fitted him up

with a tape from another bloke,

even if it didn't stick.

He would have had his card marked.

The bad old days, you mean.

Yeah, yeah, the bad old days before

there was forensics, and DNA,

and all the other stuff that

we haven't f***ing got on him.

You have no new messages.

One saved message.

Alfie, it's Holly.

Let me know what time you arrive

and what time you can get to the club.

To listen to the message

again, press one.

To call the number back, press two.

Hi, this is Holly. I'm back

in Marbella at the moment,

but I'll be picking up messages.

Holly, you don't know me.

My name is Jack Cregan,

I'm Alfie Cregan's son.

Can you do me a favor and call me

back urgently on this number?

He's gonna go in there

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