The Hatton Garden Job Page #5

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The iron back gate leads

through a communal corridor.

We can access it from the inside.

Sorry about that, I had to get some...

Bloody hell!

What?

That'll sure kill you!

It's the Dickson, Kenny.

I can't stop eating them!

I'm diabetic, you silly sod!

It's four hours of work

but it's gonna be tight.

Bloody hell.

You know what? You have to start

cutting down your carbs, Brian.

I'm eating bread and

butter these days, anyway.

Tasty.

Bloody hell, Ken!

Keep it down, will you?

You've got a volume button on

that hearing-aid of yours.

Use it!

There's a camera here.

Hmmm.

And a camera here.

And an alarm point here.

Have a look at that. Any help you

can give us, it'll be most welcome.

- Have a good look.

- Bye. - Thank you!

Magic!

All we need now is a date.

- You got one in mind?

- Hmm.

I feel like chocolate eggs...

Easter?

Yeah.

The whole place will be closed

down over the holiday weekend.

Easter? Hmmm.

Not just a pretty face, are you?

The Hungarians are known for keeping

their word, no matter what.

The problem is, they hold everyone

else to the same standard.

She's not giving me a master

key and some alarm codes.

She's selling them to me.

The price is precious stones.

14 million quid's worth

of the little bastards.

And if this job goes down

and I don't get them.

I'll be paying for this

envelope with me life.

I like you.

Don't let me down.

So, finally, he comes round

at the passenger door,

He told me to wind my window down...

[STOPPED UP RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER]

[HE'S HAVING A LAUGH AT IT!]

Oi!

Do you mind?

You what?

I can't hear myself think over here!

Not with you lot, screaming and

shouting like a lot of pissy girls.

[GO ON, THEN]

Moany old bastard!

Kids today, no respect.

[-LET'S GO!

- SHOTS!]

You're alright, Terence?

[CHEERS]

[COME ON!]

How old are you, son?

Come again?

You heard me... how old are you?

- 19.

- 19, aye?

My friend there is 66 years old.

And my Math ain't great,

but I'm thinking that gives

him about 48 years on you.

- Yeah, so?

- So...

He's not very happy about the

way you just spoke to him

and he wants you to

apologize to him.

Oh, yeah?

And what if I don't?

Well, it's a free country,

so far, anyway...

Exactly.

And I'm free to tell some

miserable older twat

to wind his neck

in it if I wanted.

Prick...!

You seem like a smart young lad.

You wanna play a game with me?

Nothing physical.

I mean, I struggle to get

me shoes on these days...

Let alone batting with lumps like you.

Alright.

What kind of game?

So, I got one question for you...

Now, this is not just

any old question,

this one requires

a lot of thought.

You get it right and I'll buy you

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