Robbery Page #3

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saw what she did.

Who?

That bloody schoolteacher!

How did you know she was

a schoolteacher?

That stuff will kill you.

l thought you said you were

already in condition?

[WHEEZING]

l thought l was!

How are things going?

Made a start on the drivers.

Like who?

So far, Mike...

...Pete...

...and those two we used

on the furjob.

Mike's good.

The other one talks too much.

You know that.

You want two drivers to

every car, right?

l want everybody doubled up...

...and no weak sisters.

So, l'll keep trying.

- How about the railway end?

- All fixed.

Four of our lads are now railwaymen.

Fully paid up.

- What about electricians?

- Not easy.

Ben's got one or two good lads...

...but he's not going to settle...

...for wages - he'll want a cut.

Talk to him.

How about your friend the banker?

Robinson?

He's in prison.

We'll have to get him out.

We'll need his knowledge

of bank security...

...and for the bank notes.

Only an expert can tell

the safe ones.

So we'll have to get him out.

- Just like that?

- Yeah.

You could have a problem there.

Ha, he's worth it. We'll split

here - see you, Dave.

Zero.

Seventy-three pieces, sir.

Thank you.

Fifty-two pieces for your spend.

You're straight up, sir. Thank you.

Three hundred thousand.

And a cut of the profits.

Straight.

How much you expect?

Somewhere in the low millions.

- I'll take a cut.

- Uh-uh.

Dave, darling...

...I've missed you, where

have you been?

Go away, baby - I'm busy.

Ask me later.

Percentage or forget it.

How much?

Twenty-five percent.

We'll work for you, Ben.

Take it or leave it.

l'll put it to the board.

Fine.

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty...

...seventy, eighty, ninety -

a hundred pounds.

Place your bets, please.

All bets on?

Twenty-two.

You win, Mr Aitken.

Place your bets, please.

[NEWSREADER] "On the day of the funeral

a general strike was declared and---"

Welcome to J Wing, Robinson.

What a pity you won't be

staying long.

W-what do you mean?

What are you talking about?

You're going over the wall, Robinson.

Tomorrow:
four-ten exercise, west wall.

l don't want any trouble.

Neither does your wife,

l should imagine.

Or the boy.

How old will he be now?

Why me?

l don't know, Robinson...

...and I don't care.

All I know is you go over

the wall tomorrow...

...even if I have to throw

you over myself.

Right.

Let's run through it.

Uh, four hundred yards on the left...

...bottom of the incline, there's

a road to the junction.

Half a mile beyond that...

...there's a sharp right-hander.

Then a crossing.

After the crossing...

...there's no turn-off till you get

to the main road.

Keep it at forty.

How many turnings off

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