How to Steal 2 Million

(wind)

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That's not my city.

(flicks lighter)

(sirens)

(music continues)

(sounds of construction)

(Banker) Let's get on

with it, what's your angle?

Why should our bank invest in

your business plan?

(Jack) Five years ago I worked

for a construction firm called DCG.

They dig foundations.

It's a good firm.

Never been late on a dig.

(Jack)

Not in ten years but,

they don't have any competition.

Look at their prices.

(Banker) These figures

are pretty impressive.

Very thorough.

Says here you work with

the Modderbee prison.

Were you involved in the

construction of the new cell block?

(Jack)

No.

I was doing time.

(Banker)

What for?

(radio plays)

(radio continues)

(lounge music plays )

(music changes )

(door shuts)

(keys tossed)

(bottle opens)

(radio plays)

(strikes lighter)

(Julius)

No.

It's not as simple as that.

By giving you money...

Integrity, honour, respect,

discipline. They are not for sale.

This is why.

Do you understand what

I'm telling you, boy?

Start behaving

like a married man.

Spend more time

with your wife.

First the booze, then women,

and now this.

You say you want my help.

Help yourself.

(Croupier) Gentleman in the

sunglasses shows a full house.

Second gentleman shows a flush.

The gentleman in the sunglasses

wins.

(gathering poker chips)

(Vusi)

Let's talk.

Cigar?

No.

The gangster and his cigar.

Isn't it a little obvious?

I like cigars.

You like losing my money.

(flicks lighter)

That's not a problem.

You're not the one who

gets to decide that.

A million rand is

a lot of money,

even for you.

I'm starting to lose... faith.

Well don't.

Because it's under control.

You got your father

cleaning up your mess again.

I've got something lined up.

When?

Patience, Vusi.

You know these scores,

they don't just happen.

You're stalling.

No, no, no, no, no, really.

I have something lined up.

I just... I just need a little

more time.

Can I tell you something?

I hate what I do.

I hate listening to lying, pieces of sh*t

like you, bullshit their way through life.

- No...

- Shut up!

You got one week.

(zoo animal sounds)

(Twala)

Welcome back home, Jack.

For what?

You've always been

the bigger man.

Just save it.

You did the right thing,

You didn't talk.

Twala, I don't care.

As a cover for what?

It's in construction,

foundations.

It's honest and it's clean.

You must be joking.

Tell me something I don't know.

Okay.

A job.

You pull this thing one time,

Up North.

One security guard, one safe.

The easiest job we've ever done.

I'd pay attention.

Twala.

That was quick.

(grocery store jingle plays)

(horn honks)

(Other driver)

Come on.

Are you gonna leave

that space or what?

(ignition starts)

(honks again)

Are you deaf or just plain,

f***ing stupid?

(continued honking)

(Jack inaudible)

(car alarm blaring)

Never again.

(radio plays)

(lounge music )

(woman laughs)

(lighter flicks)

(woman whispers)

Soda water.

Olive.

Jack.

I'm curious.

Prove it.

F***.

(keys jingle)

(door squeaks open)

No.

(bottle cap opens)

Or maybe it was the

one from before.

The one from before?

The other woman.

A shrink or a thief?

I can be whatever you want

me to be.

(sensual jazz music plays )

(city sounds)

(lighter strikes)

(phone rings)

What do you want?

(elevator hums, beeps)

You came.

Im standing here, aren't I?

Come in.

(soft music plays )

Where's yours?

I haven't had a drink

in six months.

Twala didn't think

it was lady like.

He's playing golf.

I came here for my ring.

Five years and that's all you

have to say to me?

If you really wanted to talk

you could have visited anytime.

And we would have

talked about what?

Maybe how you started

f***ing my best friend.

You had no idea

what it was like.

Sharing a shower

isn't a picnic.

- You think I should have waited.

I think you are a survivor.

Is that not good enough?

It is what it is.

Say whatever it is you

want to say to me.

I want my ring back.

What happened to you?

Where's my f***ing ring?

Jack! Wait!

I'll fix it.

I'm sorry.

(ticking clocks)

Name your price.

Ah, let's see.

It's a fivepionter.

Amateur cut.

And the band, not pure platinum.

- The stone is one carat.

The cut is professionally

made... in Israel.

The band is pure platinum.

And if you want to pull

anymore fast ones with me

check the ring specs and

the certificate first.

There's an engraving.

That will knock a couple of

thousand off.

What's the number?

Four thousand.

(Pawn Broker)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

Six thousand.

You're killing me.

Nine thousand.

That's it.

Okay, I'll take it.

(police siren)

(Metro Cop)

Is that alcohol I smell?

Blow.

Step out of the car, please.

I'm going to call the van and we're

going to take you to the police station.

We're going to impound

your vehicle.

Look, sir.

I'm on parole.

If I'm arrested,

I'll be sent back.

Any weapons?

- No.

- Turn around.

What's this in your pocket?

My wallet.

Turn around and take it out.

Good night, sir.

F***!

(doorbell rings)

(Kim)

What's going on?

Nothing, go to bed.

Is everything okay, you

want some coffee?

Just shut up and go to bed.

I do what I say.

I say what I do.

You're a thief,

a real thief.

Twala.

This is my last one.

- What for?

Maybe.

Here's to the good guy.

Honest.

Read the newspaper,

for God's sake.

If you don't care

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