Pawn Page #5

The FBI are gonna hit us.

It's on for the 12th,

you got that?

I don't understand

why he's not moving the drive

and I can't ask him

about the message

because I'm not supposed

to know about it.

I think Yuri's selling us out

to the Feds.

- Is there any money in it?

- You're gonna be robbing a joint.

You get me what I need

and everything else you find is yours.

- I'm gonna need my crew.

- No, no crew.

Is that understood?

You go in alone

two minutes before midnight.

Not a moment sooner.

Billy, it's me.

I need you to give Nigel a bell.

Tell him we've got a job

for tonight.

Don't trouble your little mind

with questions, Bill.

Just call Nigel

and tell him to be ready.

Oi, are you f***ing blind?

Watch where you're going,

you stupid cow!

Not you, Bill, another cow.

I'll explain everything later.

Why aren't we wearing masks?

How many more times

do I have to f***ing tell you?

It's a quick in and out.

This time tomorrow night we'll be

sipping cocktails in Costa Rica.

Why are we sitting out here at 11 :30

if we're not going in till midnight?

Well, you'll be thrilled by a change

of plans then, won't you?

- What?

- We're going in early.

- Why?

- Because our generous employer

has told me, as so long

as he gets what he needs,

we can help ourselves

to all the afters.

And seeing as though

I'm not doing this

out of the kindness

of me f***ing heart,

we're going in early

and we're doing watches and wallets.

Watches and wallets.

You have seen the shithole

we are gonna rob, right?

- Yeah, what's your point?

- My point, Derrick,

is it's highly unlikely to be filled

with Rolexes

and f***ing Louis Vuittons.

Who's Louis Vuitton?

A footballer?

Nigel, do us all a favor

and shut up.

Right.

Hey, what's going on?

I'm tired of being in his pocket.

We get what he wants

outta that safe,

I say there's a deal to be made.

You wanna screw the boss over?

Don't f*** the plan

in the 11th hour, mate.

Don't worry about it, Billy.

He doesn't even know you're here.

Nothing personal, mate.

The whole f***ing force

just showed up.

It's on.

You, Bonnie!

- Come over here.

- No.

Answer it.

Hello?

It's the police.

Talk to them.

Bonnie Potroski.

I'm a waitress here.

He wants to know

if everyone's okay.

Yes, everything is fine.

Yeah, everyone's okay.

He wants to know

how many people are here.

That's enough for now.

Back to where you were.

Go on!

I want the public at least

three blocks back from here.

Nobody gets in unless I clear it.

Looks like more rain's

on the way, sir.

Oh, perfect.

Good of you to join us.

- What's the situation?

- Perimeter's secure.

Snipers in position front and rear.

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