Here, Vic, you should take a look at this, mate.
It's a bullion heist.
So we have no idea whose gold this is? - Yeah, we do. It's ours.
I' II get my share of that gold.
One way or another.
So, what's going on? - Saul Gold's going on.
He's called a job on.
You pick up my clients, the Heimels, from the airport.
What else are we transporting other than the Heimels, Mr Gold?
Diamonds. A fistful.
Where can we have a little fun around here?
CHARLIE: What kind of fun are you referring to?
SAUL: Who's heisted my diamonds? - ALBERT: I don't know yet, Mr Gold.
I want my diamonds back in 48 hours or I will cut off your cock.
BOB: Ah, Christ.
How am I gonna write this shit show up?
SQUAD MEMBER 1: Way it happened, Bob, is we burst through the doors
to be greeted by a crew of hopped-up gangsters
blazing lead in our general direction.
What the f...!
It was us or them.
Right.
Us or them.
MAN GROANS
Oh, lads, looks like we've got a live one. - I'll call in the paramedics.
GUNSHOTS, CRIES OUT
What d'you do that for? - 40 grand, Bob.
Cost per prisoner, per year.
Now say this shithead gets 20 at her Majesty's pleasure.
You' re asking the tax payer to cough three quarters of a million quid.
That's unconscionable, mate.
Alright.
Let's see what Vic Hill's been up to.
Bingo. - Bingo.
SQUAD MEMBER 1: Bang up job, boys!
BOB: Gold must be worth millions.
Gonna be front page news.
We'll get commendations for this, gents.
Sorry to be the one to break it to you, Bob
but there' II be no medals or marching parades for this one.
Why?
Well, missus said she'll stop making love to me
if I don't buy her a fur coat.
You make a shit criminal and a shit copper.
What's left for you, Bob?
Sod all!
That's what's left for you.
BOB SCREAMS
GUN CLICKS BUT DOESN'T FIRE
MESSAGE TONE
How did the hell did Castillo know about the diamonds?
Come on, Charlie, we' re talking about loose chat and strippers!
Sonny probably owned the joint, didn't he? Takes one phone call.
Let's just tell Saul Gold who heisted him.
He'll get the ice back
and re-decorate El Flamingo with bits of Sonny's skull.
But Sonny ain't Saul's problem, is he? He's ours.
We guaranteed delivery, so we gotta sort this shit out.
Well, bar selling selective body parts, we only have two viable options:
Either we fence some of the gold and raise the cash
or retrieve the diamonds.
Retrieval. Lotti Mott, she can work with us from the inside.
We go in hard, we go in heavy and we light the place up.
CHARLIE SIGHING: She's a hot mess!
You need to wipe your glasses, pal. They've come over all misty.
Listen, if you've got any better ideas, then share 'em.
We fence some of the gold.
You know, without sparking the enthusiasm of the local criminal fraternity.
The girl working at Saul's, she's pin sharp, she knows the business.
Chloe Koen is our ticket.
I want those diamonds back.
Let's take Lotti Mott for a walk, shall we?
Everything go to plan?
What's your boy done with my diamonds?
Come again? - Don't play the innocent with me, Vic.
Your boy says that he got turned over
which as a result has put me, and conversely
you, a quarter bar in the red.
My boy wouldn't rip you off, Saul. He knows what's what.
I'll talk to him and get back to you.
You iron this problem out, Vic
or your boy will feel the sharp end of my very sharp stick.
Oh, Vic, in the meantime
all those privileges you enjoy in that shit-hole
that make your miserable existence marginally less miserable, are revoked.
TELEPHONE CLICKS OFF
What did you do, son?
What did you do?
So, you want to raid El Flamingo, get the stones back
and you want me to work this thing for you from the inside?
That's the short of it.
And what's in it for me?
Well, we cut you in.
Diamonds? - CHARLIE: No, no, no, no.
The ice goes back to Saul Gold.
Then what?
Come on, you know what, Lotti. - I want to hear him say it.
Gold. - I knew it!
LAUGHING: I knew it was you guys! - Please, shut up!
Listen, not a word to anybody, alright?
This is some seriously heavy shit.
This is some heavy shit, alright. - Alright. So you up for it or not?
Equal partners. - No.
No.
You're a junior partner. That's it.
Good luck with Saul Gold, boys.
Alright.
Equal partners.
Hate 'Em? Hate 'Em!
HATE 'EM: What? - Phone's on the piss. You top it up?
Yeah, last week. Should be fully loaded. - Well, it's not bloody working!
Mine's gone down, as well.
BOB: Come on.
Come on.
Bingo.
TERI: What you got there, Fink? Hm? - Uh... Uh... Fraud case, luxury goods.
Knock-off Harrods hampers.
"The Harrods Hamper Caper." - Yeah.
Just your speed, Bob.
You know, a little birdy told me you spoke with the armoured truck driver.
Truck driver? - TERI: Mm.
This bullion robbery is strictly Flying Squad business.
We' re on it. - Understood.
You' re on it, Teri.
And if I find out that you've been tailing our investigation again
I'll kick you square in those raisins that you call bollocks.
BOB: Message received.
Loud and clear.
MUTTERS: Eh? Good boy.
LIVELY SWING MUSIC: "Soul Shack" by Lennie Hibbert
LAUGHING AND SHOUTING
Hello.
DOOR CREAKS OPEN
These are Staff Quarters.
Strictly off-limits. The party's upstairs.
I ' m not here for the party. - STAFF: You' re not?
Uh...
What are you doing?!
Who are you? - DI Fink.
Well, will you kindly state your business, sir.
I'm looking for a pair of monogrammed slippers.
Sir, I don't know what you are referring to.
I would like to see proper identification.
ELECTRONIC MUSIC: "Shift" by Jamie XX
Shift.
VOICE BOOMS: ♪ Oh, my gosh! ♪
VOICE SLOWED DOWN: ♪ Oh, my gosh! ♪
ROCK MUSIC: "Negative Thoughts" by Duchess Says
Hello gents. This is what you' re up against.
♪ Cut me in two ♪
♪ You cut me in two ♪
♪ But I would die for more ♪
LOUD BANG
HIP HOP MUSIC: "Ecstasy" by Wax Tailor
I left something in the safe room.
Uh, I can't let you in there, Lotti.
Oh, Manny!
SHE SNIFFS
Please do one little thing for me.
You're always there when I need you.
Could you open up the safe room?
I think I left my knickers inside.
We were...
Sonny likes to...
In the safe room.
For the cameras, all the angles, if you know what I mean?
BEEPING
LOTTI LAUGHS
Don't be in such a rush, Manny.
I'll come find you later, and you can fill your boots.
Must've left my knickers somewhere else.
Laters!
Thank you for that, that was...
That was helpful.
I just gave you the layout to Sonny Castillo's safe room.
Now what's the plan?
Well, that's something we need to discuss internally.
Without you.
Your boss is a dick.
Well... he isn't my boss. He's my mate.
Cheers, Bill. - Shut up.
Well, your mate, that bosses everyone around, is a dick.
If you want to turn Sonny Castillo over, you're gonna need me in all the way.
I can work this thing from the inside whilst you lot play silly safe crackers.
She's not wrong, Al.
You can keep Sonny distracted, can you?
What do you think?
REGGAE MUSIC: "Old John Brown" by "John Brown's Body"
BARBER: Boys, mark this, though.
If you don't see him back in here in less than two weeks
send Brian round for drag him out time, yeah.
ALL LAUGH
Yeah, he' II cut your hair regular, you know?
BARBER CHUCKLES
REGGAE MUSIC IN BACKGROUND ♪ You come before me ♪
♪ Seasons before me... ♪
I'm after a fella called...
Windrush.
I hear he can help with "pest control"?
Oh, Windrush isn't here.
You can take Henry.
OK, I'll take Henry.
MESSAGE TONE PINGS
Shit!
Charlie, what are you wearing those for? - Twat!
Lucky slippers.
Relax, boys! - BILLY: Come on then!
What've you done now, Charlie?
Uh, just forgot my dad's birthday.
Nothing a bottle of scotch won't fix.
We're gonna need a proper safe cracker.
Yeah, alright. Where we gonna find one of them?
PRISON GUARD: Come through.
BANGING
HATE 'EM: Bollocks.
This is medieval, this is.
Now they're depriving us of basic human necessities.
Got a long reach this Saul Gold, hasn't he, eh?
He's not bloody God, Hate 'Em.
It's just a coincidence. - HATE 'EM: Really?
BANGING AT DOOR
Got a visitor, Mr H.
A visitor?
VIC: Ah, there he is
the prodigal son.
ALBERT: You alright?
Well, I'm pressed, Albert, if you'd like to know.
I'm extremely pressed.
Saul Gold? Quarter of a bar in rocks. On our watch?
Strike a note?
There were some extenuating circumstances.
We got rolled.
You' re a Hill. We do not get fucking rolled!
What, and you've done 15 years
cos you didn't pay your council tax, is that right?
You are clueless as to the repercussions of your "extenuating circumstances".
Saul Gold is a murdering bastard
and you and I are both nose deep in the shitter, son.
I'm going to handle it. - Are you now?
I need something from you.
Do you want me to wipe your arse?
I need you to put me in touch with your safecracker.
I need the Ace.
Norman Gordon?
Last I heard, he was blasting out gangster tours on Limehouse Lane
for a living.
Oh, is that it?
No... No chat about the football or the weather? Or...
Where... Where is my hug?
I've gotta go. I'll see ya later.
Oi. Don't you go digging that hole any fucking deeper, son.
Oi!
And on this very spot
just outside the Crown and Anchor Pub, was the infamous scene
of Jack Pot and Regis McLemore's first scrap with the Old Bill!
This incident led the boys to realise...
It led the boys to realise...
And so began a life of crime.
CYCLIST: Piss off out the road, Grandad!
Last time I saw you, you had a snotty nose and scabby knees.
CHUCKLES
Now look at you, Albert...
all grown up. - Yeah?
Come on, it's been a while since I've had scabby knees, Norman.
How's your mum holding up?
Ah, she's alright. You know Lily, holdin' it down.
NORMAN: Not easy being on her own, raising a kid and husband locked away.
Takes its toll on the marriage.
They, uh... They alright?
Vic and Lily?
Yeah.
Tell me, there been much demand for your services of late?
What, for an analogue impresario in the digital age? No.
I've long been supplanted by the hacker whiz kid.
Ah. - Effin' new school guys. See...
I have an expertise that nobody seems to have the patience for.
Yeah, well, it turns out that I may have a job
for your specialist expertise, Norman.
REGGAE MUSIC: "Badder Dan Dem" by Lone Ranger
Steady as he goes.
♪ A-wid-a-dim a-wid-a-dim, dim dim - Dim! ♪
♪ A-wid-a-dim a-wid-a-dem, dem dem-ah ♪
♪ We badder dan, we badder dan, da all of them ♪
♪ We nicer dan, we nicer dan, da all of them... ♪
SINGING CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY
♪ Buh-dub-ah, dub-ah, dub-ah, dim, dim dim - ♪ Dim! ♪
♪ A-wid-a-dim a-wid-a-dim, dim dim. ♪
GROANS
Look, I've only got 20 quid on me!
CHARLIE PANTS
I don't want your pocket change.
Tell me...
Where are your slippers, boy?
What?
Slippers? What are you talking about? Who the hell are you?
DI Fink. I know what you did.
I've absolutely no idea what you' re talking about.
No? Ah, I think you do.
I don't know about any slippers, but I do know my rights
so either arrest me or piss off.
You know your rights, do you?
What about my rights? - Let me go!
A video clip has a male, five foot ten
wearing the monogrammed slippers of the Cavendish Clan
at the site of an armoured truck heist two days ago.
You' re Albert Hill's mate
a wannabe gangster in a silly little bow tie.
I want that gold, boy.
And if you don't bring it to me
I will come for it.
Eddie?
We need more ribbon for the prison orders.
Governor's wife loves the ivory lace.
These bi-weekly palm greasers are hell on inventory.
Ooh!
Albert must have bust his chain.
WAITRESS: Just this way, sir.
CHARLIE: So sorry. - What happened to you?
CHARLIE: Mugger.
Yeah, I fended them off. - CHLOE: Awful.
Yeah, it was, uh... it was nothing.
Ah! Thank God!
Those gold ingots were just enough to cover it.
Oh, you... you managed to fence them? - Indeed.
Run into any problems with it? - Out of town connection.
Won't come back around.
Well played, Miss Koen.
I'll get this. Business expense.
Oh, are we...? So we' re in business together?
Well, that would depend on if you guys had any more to offer.
What if I told you...
we have substantially more to offer? - Mm.
I like the sound of that. - And Saul?
How would he feel with, uh, such an involvement?
I could work as an independent contractor for this particular commission.
It's on me.
Business expense.
INMATE SHOUTS: Get it! Get it! Get it! Go on!
INDISTINCT SHOUTING
Lily?
It's me. Can you hear me?
Just about. Sounds like a bus station. Where are you?
I'm on a landline, so mind your "P"s and "Q"s.
What's happened to the mobile?
They've put a squeeze on my amenities.
Listen, are you still sending the posies to those that matter on the inside?
Yeah, course. Two bouquets a week. Bleeding us dry.
If my sweeteners aren't sweet enough, maybe we should just call it a day.
You've only got a few months left on your sentence
you can do that standing on your head.
Oi! You lot! Can it! I'll stripe the lot of ya!
You were saying, my sweet. - You're out soon, yeah?
Don't get gate fever.
Head down and behave, yeah?
Understood?
Vic, do you hear me? - Oi! Shut it!
Shut it!
Vic?
Loud and clear, my angel. Loud and clear.
DRIVER: So, what you after, Billy boy? - Your job, pal.
UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC: "Beaches" by Warhaus
LOUD BUZZING
MANNY: It's open.
MAN: Alright, Manny.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Oh, shit!
Hello, big boy.
Alright, sweetheart. - Huh?
I'll leave this one with you, while I keep Sonny occupied.
Come on!
Lotti!
Bubbles with your bubbles, baby?
What's all this?
We've been fighting too much.
I thought we should make up.
Come here, baby. - Baby, you promised...
Games first. - Games first.
HIP HOP MUSIC
OK, baby.
I'll set up the tiles.
ALBERT: Let's gas 'em good, Charlie.
Norman?
GLASS CLINKING
ALBERT WHISPERS: Norman? Norman?
What you doin'?
Just a sharpener.
Dials in the fingers.
Right, yeah, Norman, we got a safe to crack.
I don't think I can, Albert.
Wait a minute.
Right, come here. Come down here. Come here, Norman.
You're not sure about what exactly?
Who have I been kidding?
I'm a rusty gun past my sell by date. - Fine.
OK. - I thought I had one good one left in me.
Turns out I'm just a mug flogging two bob gangster tours.
Game on!
THEY GRUNT
Whoo! Come on!
Come on, you little prick! Come on!
THEY GRUNT AND GROAN
MANNY: Come here, you pikey! - Come on then!
You know, when I win, I'm gonna eat you like a ripe mango.
If our relationship is going to last, we need common interests.
Oh, we got common interests, baby.
Ah-ah. Focus on the game, baby.
You know, my dad used to tell me stories about you when I was a kid.
Mm? - Yeah.
He said there wasn't a lock you couldn't pick
or a safe that wouldn't yield to your mastery.
You were my hero.
I drew a comic strip about you for my school project.
Yeah? - Yeah.
Norman "the Ace" Gordon, I called it.
Steady as he goes.
Norman "the Ace" Gordon. - Yeah, and that's you.
You are Norman "the Ace" Gordon.
King of the safe crackers, returning for one last caper.
Now, go out there and secure your place in criminal folklore forever.
Eh? - Let's crack this bastard!
Go on, Norman, my son. Come on.
SONNY: Another bottle. - Just play the tiles...
and then I'll get you anything you want.
ROCK MUSIC: "Go" by The Success
♪ Cos here we are ♪
♪ For you tonight ♪
♪ Go, go, go... ♪
MANNY GRUNTS: Come on!
You alright? - I got it, Al.
THEY GRUNT
LOCK CLICKS
Fuck me, that's a big 'un!
Right, well, you crack on, Norman. I'll be back in a minute. OK?
MANNY GRUNTS
You see, some fools are always punching above their weight.
And sometimes some wankers never see it coming.
Jesus. Well, help me up.
Told you I had it covered, Al.
You' re welcome, Billy.
DRILL SQUEALS
BILLY SIGHS
Twat. - Fuck me.
Go on then. Drag him out.
DRILL SQUEALS
ALBERT: How we doing, Norman?
LOUD CLICK
Norman "the Ace" Gordon.
Bollocks!
What is that? - Uh, piece of cake, son.
Leave it with me.
BILLY: Wakey, wakey, Charlie boy.
We've got a problem.
DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS
Bananagrams!
LOUD EXPLOSION
SIREN WAILS
What the fuck?
Shit!
GROANS
LOUD BEEEPING
DUBSTEP MUSIC: "Dope Show" by James Davies & Nick Kingsley
NORMAN: Oh, bloody 'ell!
Norman? Norman?
NORMAN: Get out of here, Albert!
I'm done for!
Nobody turns over Sonny Castillo!
Run. Run!
ALBERT YELLS: Go, go, go, go, go! Go! Go! Go!
SONNY: Bastards!
SONNY SCREAMS
LOTTI: Well, that went well, didn't it?
Why did he try and blow the doors? I told him... I told him, no explosives!
What are we gonna do about him?
We'll have to go back in.
MESSAGE TONE PINGS
Hate 'Em. - What?
Where's our friendly screw with my hot water bottie?
Should have been here a half hour ago. Do you want me to have a word?
No, I got this one.
Vic, Vic! Oi! Vic! Where you going?
Oi!
Oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi! What's the crack then?
Where's my hot water bottie? You forget about me, eh?
FRIENDLY SCREW: Listen Mr H
there's been a change in protocol, a crackdown on liberties.
Nothing to be done.
VIC CHUCKLES: Don't be silly, Bert.
There's always something to be done.
Orders from up on high.
Now be a chap, take it on the chin, and get back in your cell sharpish.
I'm Vic Hill!
I own this wing and every slag on it!
ALARM SOUNDS
PRISON GUARD: Riot squad, B-Three.
I tried to warn you, Mr H.
Prisoner 42718, Hill. Return to your cell immediately.
Or what?
Or we are authorised to use reasonable force to ensure you comply.
Please Mr H, do as he says.
Jog on or you' II catch it first.
Wrap him up, boys! - Come on, you slags!
Come on, you slags!
I'll kill the lot of ya!
Striking a screw! You know where that's gonna send ya!
Come on, I'll kill the lot of ya! Come on!
I'll kill the lot of ya! Come on! Come on!
GRUNTING AND SHOUTING ECHOES
VIC'S VOICE ECHOES: Come on, you slags! Come on! Come on!
Now then, 42718.
Contrary to popular belief
I am a man of a generous and giving nature.
Bollocks to ya!
You just attacked a prison guard, Mr Hill.
We don't take that kind of behaviour lightly.
Now, it's either the shitter
for which your punishment will be of the digestive variety.
Or the sleeper, for which you will slip into a vegetable state
with your tongue dripping off your face.
Give me the sleeper, you bastard.
Ah, the sleeper.
Are you sure? The side effects can be a bit...
mental. - Give it to me!
Sleep tight, dickhead!
GRUNTS
PRISON'S GUARD VOICE DISTORTED: Ah, the sleeper.
Are you sure?
The side effects can be a bit...
mental. - VIC'S VOICE DISTORTED: Give it to me!
PRISON GUARD'S VOICE DISTORTED: Sleep tight, dickhead!
GROANING
SONNY: Who are you working with, old man?
You'll never crack me.
DISTRESSED BREATHING
MANNY: Forget about him, boss.
It was Lotti. She tipped 'em off!
LILY: Oh. Hello, alright? - Hello. Yeah good.
Mrs H. - LILY: Hello. Hello. Hello.
Albert. A moment.
What's up? - Eddie found, uh...
Found what?
LOTTI TALKS INDISTINCTLY IN BACKGROUND
Uh, he found, um, some more plant food
and so we're good on inventory.
Alright, good.
Is everything alright? - Yeah, why?
Remember I'm here if you need me, yeah?
Yeah, I know.
INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN BACKGROUND
I'll get him out of there and then we'll go!
We' re dead. He's going to... - Shut up!
Look, we are gonna get Norman out cos a Hill does not leave a man behind.
Alright? - Thank you.
Then I've gotta get straight with Saul cos I'm gonna end up a bloody eunuch!
We're getting squeezed from every direction.
We need to find a way to move some of this gold
to raise the cash to pay off Saul.
Actually, I... I can help us there. - Go on.
Is this bad timing? - Right on cue.
What's she doing here? - Just... She can help us, Al.
I can fence your gold.
How does she know about the gold?
Yeah, how the hell does she know about the gold, Charlie?
CHARLIE: Look, someone had to take action! OK?
You' re 24 hours from the pickle jar.
Just hear her out, Al.
You know, there's not a fence in town willing to take on that kind of heat.
Who said anything about staying local?
Your passports up to date?
Passports? - Where are we going?
New York.