The Hatton Garden Job Page #2

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He's a complete stranger to me.

I wanna know I'm not walking into a

stretch I won't be able to get out of.

Look...

He's setting this up, aye?

And they're getting me in, OK?

What else do you wanna know?

And the only walking I plan on doing

is off into the sunset,

preferably on nice, white sand.

Yeah.

Well...

I'm no cowboy,

and I don't want any Wild West shows.

We do this my way.

Fine

They'll raise bloody hell

once we've done it.

They can raise the Titanic for all I

care as long as we walk free and clear.

How many?

Keep it small.

Just the three of us.

And a driver... a bit of muscle.

Anyone in mind?

I know just the fella.

Kenny Collins.

Someone who can be our eyes

and ears on the outside.

Read the sign!

That's a disabled space.

Read that and weep, son.

Daft kid's got chronic emphysema

and he still does 40 a day.

But it's a driver.

He'll do us proud.

Muscle?

Terry Perkins. Yeah.

Pulled off the biggest cash

blag in British history.

Spent most of the 90's on the run.

He said on the run. He was

living back in his mum's house.

Police would've found him

if they'd bothered to check.

In the end, he couldn't do with her

nagging, so he handed himself in,

went back to the shovel.

Regardless...

he's served out his time.

I happen to know he's itchy

to get back in the game.

Make this the last

time, now, right, Ter?

He has the skills and

he has the experience.

He's exactly what we need.

My lighter.

Cheeky bastard.

Alright.

I'll get us a cab.

No, I'm walking home.

Healthy heart, healthy mind.

Whoever's bankrolling this job.

Do you trust him?

As much as they trust me, yeah.

We're gonna need the space to work with

some dust to get the ball wall in.

I got that covered.

We've got a lot to do.

Yeah.

Jesus Christ!

I need a little help here.

I thought you'd retired.

Just listen.

Hatton Gardens.

Something's going down.

Tell me what you know.

Hatton Garden?

I don't...

Think very carefully...

'bout the next words that pop

out of that mouth of yours.

Alright, alright.

Might have heard something.

But it's mental. You wouldn't

believe me if I told you anyway.

Try me.

They got a bunch of

old-timers on the go.

Proper relics...

I'm talking, "The Walking Dead".

Keep going.

I heard they drink at "The Railway".

But it's bollocks!

There's no way a bunch of old-timers

are gonna pull of something like that.

You hear of anything else...

You let me know.

Of course.

Is that it?

You can go now.

This is my car.

I know, I need to make a phone call.

I won't ask you again.

This is why you got no friends, Frank.

So, there's this bloke,

he's out for a stroll.

He's taking a walk down

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