The Hatton Garden Job Page #6

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and your buddies a round of shots.

And you can make as much

noise as you like...

And I'll take my miserable old

mates over to the corner.

What if he gets it wrong?

Then, you have to apologize

to my good friend here.

Yeah.

Alright. This will be the

easiest drink I've ever earned.

OK.

You get one chance to answer.

So, here's your question.

The man who invented it, didn't want it.

The man who bought it, didn't need it.

The man who needs it, doesn't know it.

What is it?

Can you repeat that?

No.

Come on.

What's that clever brain

of yours telling you?

I don't know. What?

What is it?

A coffin.

[YEAH, THERE YOU GO]

[NICE ONE!]

Alright.

I guess I'd better get these

old chaps a few drinks.

Erzebet.

Marcus.

Surprised to see me?

I didn't hear that you

were coming to town.

Slipped my mind to call.

Business?

Pleasure.

You know how I like to gamble.

You coming out here?

Always.

And what about you?

You feeling lucky?

I don't bet unless I know

I'm gonna get what I want.

Hmm.

That's not gambling.

No.

It's winning.

So...

What are you doing?

Think of the things we've done.

I mean, between the four of us.

We could have... no, we know,

should have, bought a small country

for the money we've nicked.

Look us now...

four old farts living in the same

gloppy bit of London we grew up in.

No one cares.

Bunch of mad men, you know

what I'm telling you?

HOW CAN THEY DRINK SO MUCH?

Can I get...?

Thanks.

You lot look like you're

enjoying yourselves.

I wish I could say the same for you.

Yeah, it's been an interesting day.

Old fella, next door to me,

he was a big man.

God bless the soppy sod.

But he makes me think to myself.

Why did I even bother?

Hmm?

I'm doing this...

'cause I wanna be remembered.

I just want a Toll in one arm,

a Rolex on the other.

You know what I'm talking about?

These friends of yours...

How heavy are we talking?

War criminal type.

And if the job goes South?

Red Boys are up on Newbury Street, mate.

You want directions?

Get in.

Are you still Old Bill?

I heard you took early retirement.

I said, get in.

You're playing a very dangerous game.

I know.

Others shouldn't walk

when it's dark out,

you never know what you're

going to step in. How would I?

I'm talking about the Hungarians.

I've been mixing with

wrong'uns for 25 years.

When a phone from out of town

starts recruiting for a big job,

a word gets out.

A lot of valuable assets

in that old vault.

A job like that could

make or break a man.

It's a friendly warning to steer clear?

I ain't your friend.

Are you gonna shop me to your mates?

Once a filth, always a filth.

Let's just say, I have different

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