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I'm not leaving all this money!

Leave it!

Where's Julie? F*** it!

Let's go! Move it!

There he is! Get in!

- Get f***ing in! Leave it!

- Oh, bollocks!

Leave it! Leave it, you tosser!

Four armed men in a Range Rover

now travelling at high speed.

Men are considered extremely dangerous.

Four minutes!

Four, five. What difference does it make?

Ram raid on security building.

Four armed men in Range Rover car

are heading west.

The men are considered

extremely dangerous.

What are you listening to?

- What do you want, Stevie?

- What's your favourite music?

Dance, I suppose. It's all just noise,

so you don't have to think.

I prefer reading. This one's not bad.

It's about these two different Earths.

The man in the book, the hero...

I don't believe it.

We might as well have done a post office.

How much is there?

There's supposed to be a minimum

of two mill. Two f***ing mill.

Where's the big notes? The fifties?

- All that risk for f*** all?

- It looks like bundles.

- No, it ain't bundles!

- You stupid little tosspot!

How much is there?

344,780, to be exact.

That's better than nothing.

- Two f***ing mill. I don't believe it.

- How much is that per man?

68,000.

You're forgetting something, Ray.

My expenses.

How much is that? -It's nothing

to do with you, you little prick.

It's 40 grand.

- That's a bit strong.

- Especially as I found the bit of work.

Granted. But who got the flop sorted,

the lock-ups, the truck?

The battering ram?

All the logistics, that was me!

So, 344,780, minus 40 grand...

304,780 divided by five...

60,956.

- We have the technology.

- Let's take this item by item.

Look!

My wedge, total of it, comes to 100,956!

Now, is someone calling me a liar?

No.

- You wanna say something, Mouth?

- No. He's just disappointed, like all of us.

Next time...

we'll get it sorted out beforehand

exactly what the expenses are.

- Fair enough, Julie?

- Fair enough.

Dave?

Yeah. It's not what I was hoping for,

but in the circumstances...

Just one more thing...

You just called me Julie.

You know I don't like that.

- No offence intended.

- None taken. Just don't do it again, OK?

Steve, enough.

Never, ever...

point a gun

at the people you're working with.

40 grand?

What about 20?

See? He's a crank. He won't ever forget.

Steve, you and Jason take off.

Leave the money. If they stop you,

you won't have anything to show.

What?

He's right, son. It's too risky.

We'll bring your dough to you later.

- What about Julie?

- His name's Julian.

- See you at Bill and Linda's?

- Split up outside.

Funny how things in life never work out

the way you expect, eh?

We've had worse, Dave. A lot worse.

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