The Hatton Garden Job Page #7

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employers these days, aye?

What the f*** do you want?

Men like Frank Baskin

always have an angle.

This job just got a

lot more complicated.

So, your crew...

They can handle it, yeah?

They're the top of the game.

We got a problem.

Yeah, I ain't had a very

purposeful day, alright?

Brian.

What?

He's collapsed.

Sh*t!

But you're gonna be alright?

Don't you worry about me.

I'll be good...

The doctor's given me some pills...

liven me up and ease the pain.

He says all I really need is some rest.

And avoid all stress.

It'll take more than this

to put your old man down.

Speaking of rest...

We will finish our tea,

then we'll be on our way.

This changes nothing.

The job's tomorrow.

I know when it is.

I'll be fine.

Fine?

I'll be fine.

What about him?

What about your son?

Because it seems to me,

he might not be that enthusiastic

about you wiping your own arse

and not pulling a f***ing job!

You do your bit, I'll do mine.

We see this through to the end.

F***ing...!

I'm hearing you have problems.

Listen, I don't wanna cause

offence or anything,

but whoever told you that, is wrong.

Frank Baskin and you

have become close, no?

He's the copper who sent me down.

He's an arsehole, he's retired,

he's a nobody.

I do not like the company

of men like him.

Today's Good Friday.

The day of the Crucifixion.

You have until Resurrection

to make my delivery.

And not one day later.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

Good luck.

Paul's got him banged up,

won't even let me talk with him.

We need to break him out!

Break him out, you tit?

What are you talking about?

It's not Alcatraz!

You got a better idea?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Brian sits this one out.

It's his job!

No, it's our job!

Brian came up with the plan

and it's a good one!

I can't believe we're

having this conversation!

As opposed to what?

Could we just speak to Paul?

Look, Danny, I know that

you and Brian are close.

But he's out!

Slow down a bit, Kenny!

Let me get out of this carousel!

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

He is Miss Daisy!

Luck...

It's time to go make me own.

How's that? Good and clean, mate?

Where the hell is Brian?

He's here.

- Brian!

- Hello, mate.

Hello, mate.

Shall we?

You didn't think I was gonna miss

out on a thing like this, did you?

That's a good one.

Terry, come on.

There you go.

Do come in.

You...

are mine.

Come on, gents...

Let's cut ourselves a

little whole, shall we?

I need a break.

No, no, I'll do it.

Go!

How far are we in?

Half way.

What?

In 90 minutes?

Jesus Christ!

Well, these were built to

withstand an atomic bomb...

Three hours or not, we're meant

to be doing four of them!

Right.

Well, we'll do it in three.

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