Give Us Tomorrow (1978) - full transcript
Masked intruders take the family of a bank manager hostage in order to rob his bank.
(light gentle music)
(engine turning)
(door knocking)
- Yes?
- Who is it--
(woman gasps)
Who are you?
What do you want?
- Take it easy lady.
Just relax and no-one
will get hurt.
- Take that filthy
thing off my table!
(girl gasps)
(girl screaming)
(ominous music)
- Leave me alone you beast,
let me go!
- Now, that's it.
That's nice.
One big happy family.
- Mommy, what do they want?
- I don't know.
- Well, now that we're
all together,
let's have some breakfast.
- We've already finished
our breakfast.
- Then cook us some, love.
- I am not your love.
- Now, that ain't nice.
I asked you polite.
- I'm not a servant.
Look, leave us alone.
We're respectable people,
we lead respectable lives, just,
leave us alone.
- [Radio] This is Radio
London bringing you
the news of today,
October the 11th.
And the big news today
is that two Irish ladies,
Mrs. Betty Williams and
Miss Mairead Corrigan
have been awarded the Nobel
Peace Prize for their efforts
to bring the troubles in
Northern Ireland
to a peaceful conclusion.
- [Black Mask Robber] Isn't
she a pretty little thing,
a right bantam hen.
You know, you're not bad
looking yourself?
Probably a right
knock-out in your day.
Now you don't wanna get damaged,
do you?
Why don't you play along
like a good girl?
- The children have to
go to school.
- No school today, missus.
- Oh, don't be ridiculous.
Of course they have to
go to school.
Nicola's taking her "A" levels.
- "A" Levels, isn't she a
bright little thing, eh?
Now why didn't you take your "A"
Levels
and you could have
worked in a bank?
(robber chuckling)
No, it's a holiday today.
My orders.
Just cook us some breakfast.
Like we was part of the family,
then no one will get scarred.
- [Radio] The pound rose
by another 15 points
against the dollar yesterday.
And the stock market
was in a cheerful mood
as the Financial Times Index
climbed another 3 points
to its highest level this year,
511.8.
About a year ago it was
down below the 400 mark,
and this recovery
indicates a remarkable
display of confidence
in Britain's economy,
and according to a West German
delegation of businessmen
visiting London,
the economy can only get better
as Britain's North Sea oil
flows on tap in the 1980's.
Meanwhile, there's been
a massive flow
of hot money into the London
market by foreign investors,
and British reserves rose last
month by 1,327,000,000 pounds
to 9,826,000,000 pounds.
The British Tourist Authority
announced that tourism earned us
3,000,000,000 last year,
and tourism is now our biggest
earner of foreign currency,
with over 12 million visitors
to these shores predicted
for the coming year.
It seems that London is fast
becoming a city of tourists.
And now for your time-check,
it's just coming up to 08:37.
Despite the apparent
recovery in the economy,
unemployment remains
high at over 6%,
almost 1,600,000 today,
and there was no
immediate sign of
this dropping for some
years to come.
Meantime, feud on
crime continues
to rise at an alarming rate.
With three in four crimes
in Great Britain
now committed by under 21's,
and no less than half
by children under 17.
(horn honking)
The Metropolitan
Police say there is
no sign of this showing
any decrease.
They say there is little they
can do to contain or combat it.
Only yesterday, Cartier's the
world famous jewelers
in Bond Street,
was robbed of rings
and bracelets
valued at over 400,000
million pounds
when thieves walked in and took
the jewels from a show case.
Police are appealing for
passers-by on the street
who may have seen the men
escape based on
the description
they'd been given.
(ominous rattling)
(doorbell ringing)
- [Male] Morning, Peter.
- Morning, Sir.
- [Male] Coffee ready?
- It's on the brew.
- [Male] Good.
(woman gasping)
- Nobody move!
Not a muscle!
Anybody moves, it'll
be their last.
Stay where you are,
or he gets it.
Move!
Right, nice and easy now.
Right, move!
Alright, open it up!
Everyone outside, one at a time.
Nobody needs to get hurt.
On the floor, flat!
Now you.
First, the alarm.
Where is it?
Come on, make it easy
for yourself.
And no mistakes.
That's what I like, a
little cooperation.
Now you're gonna make a
telephone call.
- Who to?
- To your wife.
- My wife?
Why should I call my wife?
- To hear what she has to
say of course.
That's if you ever wanna
see her alive again.
Now make the call.
(telephone rings)
- Alright, answer it.
Go on.
- Hello, Wendy?
Wendy?
- [Masked Robber] You be
very careful what you say.
- Who is it?
- [Masked Robber] Find out.
- Hello?
- [Husband] Darling,
are you alright?
- Oh, Martin.
What's going on?
- Well, what's happening there?
Well there are two
men with guns.
- And the children,
where are they?
- [Wendy] They're here with me.
- Oh my god.
- Please, please,
what am I to do?
- Don't do anything.
Just stay calm.
Do as they tell you.
I'll take care of it.
- Yes,
but what's it all about?
- Now you listen, buster.
You do exactly what
you're told, d'you hear?
Or I'll blast the lot.
Now I'm already up for a long
stretch if they catch me,
so it don't make no
difference to me.
- Hello?
Hello?
- Get the picture?
Now you do as I say,
and you've got nothing
to worry about.
Do anything funny, and it's...
No, but you're much too
smart for that.
Now the vault.
Open it up!
- But I can't do that.
It's not possible.
- Well you'd better make
it possible, and quick!
- It needs more than one
key to open it.
- So?
- Well, my assistant has
the other one.
- Well, where the hell is he?
- He comes by train.
The train sometimes is late.
He should be here soon.
- Sodding railways, they
screw everything up.
Well, you'd better pray
he gets here, and quick.
(slow light music)
- Yeah, that's just the job.
Y'know, nothing like
a good English
breakfast to set you
up for the day.
Don't forget my mate.
- I'm not hungry.
- Of course you are!
Don't let a little thing like
this spoil your appetite.
Does he, Mom?
Here, what's that?
- Coffee.
- Coffee?
- Ah, gives me the burps.
Tea.
Give me some tea.
- It'll take a little time.
- Now, what's the matter?
Do you want me to think
you don't like us?
- How long will you be
stopping here?
- Well now, that just depends.
- [Wendy] On what?
- On whether your husband's a
good boy and does
what he's told.
We just wait here for that
telephone to ring again,
tells us to leave.
- Supposing it doesn't ring?
- Lady, you'd better
start praying it does.
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(sobbing women)
(doorbell rings)
- Alright, answer it.
No tricks.
- [Male] Good morning, Peter.
- Good morning.
- [Male] How's the
coffee this morning?
- It's not ready yet.
- This your man?
- Yes.
- Now aren't you the lucky one.
Now get your arse over here!
Move it!
(women sobbing)
All right, tell him.
- I need your key to the vault,
Tom.
- But Mr. Hammond, I
can't do that.
- Don't argue.
These men mean trouble.
Give me your key.
- I'd like to, but it's
more than my job's worth.
- Your job ain't worth
nothing to you dead, mate.
'Cause that's what
you're gonna be
if you don't hand over that key.
- Damn it man, do you
wanna get us all killed?
Give us your key!
- Very well.
- You'll have to take the
responsibility.
- Yes, of course, now hurry!
- On the floor!
(women sobbing)
- Move!
Hold it.
You know better than that.
- What do you mean?
- Think I'm bloody ignorant?
The alarm key first.
That's better.
Now it's all systems go.
Open it up!
And god help you if
anything goes off.
(suspenseful music)
You too, over.
Right, now that one.
(women sobbing)
Beautiful.
Right, now fill 'em up.
Leave that.
Just the green, the brown,
and the blue.
- Oh, it's lovely.
Makes all the difference when
you've got some food inside yah.
Now why don't we go in
the other room
and sit down, relax, quiet like.
- I must do the washing up.
- Hey, it won't run away.
Sit down and wait for that
little old bell to ring
and then after that, we
can leave you in peace.
That is what you want, isn't it?
- All I want is for you to go.
- All in good time,
missus, all in good time.
Get out.
- Jamie.
- Now, well we don't want any
nosey parkers looking in, do we?
Now relax, missus.
We ain't so bad.
I know a dozen others
who'd have you
stretched naked on
the deck by now.
Believe me, the sooner
that bell rings,
the better I like it.
Oh.
(robber burps)
Terrible digestion.
Never can keep no nosh down.
It's me nerves you know.
(dramatic music)
- That's it.
Tie the bags up.
(women sobbing)
Right, back up.
Now, let's go!
(shotgun fires)
(dramatic music)
(car screeches)
- [Robber] Blimey, how
the rich live.
- We're not rich.
- Well I wouldn't mind a
pad like this.
Would you, kid?
Course you wouldn't,
given half the chance.
Now that's the main thing,
chance.
- My husband had to
work very hard for this.
It took years of hard
work to buy this house.
- With a little help
from his bank, course.
- He works for them, doesn't he?
- Sure he does, a nice
safe bank manager's job.
10,000 a year, no sweat.
And all the other
poor buggers who
don't have no job, all
they gotta do is ask!
Men like your husband.
And what does he say?
"Where's your security?"
Security.
What's that?
Lady,
I could put a bullet
through your brain,
now how secure would
you be then?
(dramatic music)
- Oh my god.
You bloody fool!
Why'd you have to do that?
I must get home to my wife.
Look, somebody call an
ambulance, quickly!
Tom, you, you look after
things here will you?
(somber music)
- Just a small transaction,
you understand.
Since the banks won't help
us, we're helping ourselves.
Now that is fair, innit?
With all the big fat
profits they're making,
they're not gonna miss
a few nicker.
That's gonna be one in the eye
for all your fucking
bank managers!
- He can't do just
as he pleases,
you must understand,
he has some, responsibilities.
- Well, now we're
doing it my way.
No more crawling to
fucking bank managers
or social security
for hand outs.
You can piss on 'em all!
- Please, don't use language
like that in this house.
- It might be your house,
lady but it is my mouth.
- And a foul mouth it is, too!
- Well at least it
talks straight,
which is more than I can say
for all your bloody hypocrites!
(car engine turns)
(ominous music)
(slow light music)
Well relax lady, we'll
be gone soon,
then you can kiss us
goodbye forever.
You can think of us relaxing
in some tropical isle,
soaking up the sun,
while you continue with
your wet little lives.
- I don't know what you
mean by "wet".
Just because we're respectable.
But you wouldn't
understand that.
- What, respectable?
Just 'cos you live in
some swish house
on some swanky street,
respectable?
Do me a favor.
- Well you don't seem to
have respect for anything.
- There's only one
thing I respect.
- What's that?
- That's the same as
everybody else.
Money.
That'll buy me all the
respect that I need.
- Money isn't everything.
- Not when you've got it,
it ain't.
- You don't need money to
make something of yourself.
- You know, it's funny lady.
The only people I ever
hear say that
are the one's who've got it.
And do you know why?
'Cause the other poor
bastards without it
are too busy trying to
scratch for a living.
- That is no excuse
for stealing.
- Well now don't you fret
yourself lady,
'cause the bank can afford it.
And with money, nobody
cares who you are.
You can be Chairman
of the Board,
you can be President,
or you can be simply that
guy that robs the bank.
You can buy anything.
Or anybody.
I could even buy you.
- You've got a hope.
- Hope?
Oh, I gave up hoping
a long time ago, lady.
It don't pay.
You're no different from
any other kind of skirt.
Offer you the world,
you'd be off like a shot.
- Not without my
family I wouldn't.
(suspenseful music)
- What's your name, lady?
- Mrs. Hammond.
- Oh yeah I know that, but
what's your first name?
Come on, don't be shy.
Sarah?
Jennifer?
Veronica?
Do you know, you like
like a Veronica to me.
- It's none of your business.
- Oh, come on now.
Just trying to be sociable.
Give us a kiss.
- It's Wendy if you must know.
- Wendy eh?
Well I'm Peter Pan.
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(somber music)
(suspenseful music)
(somber music)
(suspenseful music)
(somber music)
(car screeching)
What the hell.
Kid, stay here.
- Wendy!
Wendy!
Where's my wife?
- [Robber] What are
you doing back,
you shouldn't have come back.
- What have you done to my wife?
- [Robber] Are you alone?
- Where is she, I wanna see her?
- Just stay there, mister!
Just stay there.
All right, get in there.
Go on!
- Darling!
- Oh, Martin!
- Are you alright?
- Oh, that's very touching,
but hey,
what happened at the bank?
- Look, you've got what
you wanted, now get out.
- Did you hear that?
They done it, they
pulled it off.
We're rich, boy!
There's gonna be no holding
us back now, come on!
Let's pack it in.
Here lady, we're going now.
Now, no hard feelings,
no harm done, right?
- Get out, get out!
- Now listen here, mate!
You keep your cool, eh?
Just being polite.
Come on.
Stay good, lady.
(ominous music)
'Ere, wait a minute.
- What's the matter?
- We can't go yet.
- Well why not, the job's
done isn't it?
- And we agreed they
should phone.
Why haven't they phoned?
- Well perhaps they
couldn't get to a phone?
- How do we know they
got away clear?
We've only got his word for
it, this could be a trap.
- Oh, come on, Ron,
you're only guessing.
Look, let's get out of here.
- And run into the police
at the bottom of the street?
No, I don't like it, it stinks.
They should've phoned.
That was the plan.
(shotgun clicking)
Here, let's find out.
- Are you all right sonny?
- Daddy, did you see
that gun he had?
Can I have a gun like that?
- Oh, don't be silly Jamie.
- [Robber] Oi!
- I thought you'd gone.
- All in good time, mate.
First, I wanna know straight.
Did they get away
with the money?
- Yes, I already told you.
- I know what you told me,
but is there anything else?
- No, there's nothing else.
They just took the
money and left.
- You're sure they
got clean away?
- Yes, yes!
- Oh, come on, Ron.
- Why don't you give 'em my
address while you're about it!
- Well we can still get away
before the coppers find us.
- They, they won't find us.
They don't even know we're here.
The only one who knows
we're here is him.
No.
I think we'll stick
around for a bit.
Wait for that call.
- Look,
we've done everything
you've asked.
We can't do any more.
(door knocking)
- Who can that be?
- Well, how should I know?
It could be anybody.
- It's a policeman.
- What'd I tell you,
he's crossed us.
You lousy creep!
- So what do we do now?
We've gotta do something!
- Alright, you come with--
Hey you!
You cover this little lot.
Now don't you, don't
you make a sound.
Don't you even breathe,
if you know what's good for you!
If they move, you blast 'em!
Right you, get outside!
(cocks gun)
Alright.
You answer him.
Say anything you like, but
you get rid of him, huh?
- [Officer] Good morning, Sir.
- Yes Officer.
- Mr. Hammond isn't it, sir?
- What can I do for you,
Constable?
- You're the manager of the
London Provincial Bank
in High Street?
- Yes, that's right.
- I thought I recognized you,
sir.
When you passed me back there.
You seemed to be in
quite a hurry, sir.
- Yes, I'm sorry.
I had to get home quickly.
- Oh, trouble sir?
- Oh no, just a call
from my wife, that's all.
- [Officer] Anything I can
do to help sir?
- No, no, it's just
another domestic crisis.
You know how it is.
- Quite sir.
Yes, everything's alright then?
- You know how women are,
they get excited over
the most trivial thing.
- Yes, well, take it easy
next time sir.
I wouldn't want to have to book
you for dangerous
driving would I?
The local bank manager.
- Yes, I'll, I'll watch it.
- Yes, well we'll leave it
at that then, shall we sir?
I take it you'll be going
back to the bank shortly?
- Oh yes, just as soon as I get
things sorted out here.
- You're sure your
wife's alright sir,
there's nothing I can do?
- She's perfectly all right.
- Oh, just one thing
before I go sir.
That van parked outside.
- Oh the van?
I hadn't noticed it.
- Do you have any
workmen in the house sir?
- No, nobody.
- Then you don't know who
it belongs to?
- No, I'm afraid I
don't Constable.
- I see sir.
Well, I'd better look into it.
Somebody must have
dumped it there,
we can't have it despoiling
the road, can we sir?
I'll have it removed.
Thank you sir.
- You should've been an actor.
- [Dispatch] Control
to all units.
Report your positions.
Keep a look-out for a large
car travelling at speed.
Occupants are armed.
Do not attempt to intercept.
Repeat, do not intercept.
Control over.
- Sector Four to control.
I'm in Chislehurst Road.
What's cooking?
Over.
- [Dispatch] Sector Four,
there's been a hold-up
at the London Provincial
Bank in the High Street.
One man shot.
Over.
- Sector Four to Control.
Patch me through to
Sergeant Wilson.
I've got something for him.
- [Dispatch] Stand by,
Sector Four.
- [Wilson] This is Wilson,
what is it Mac?
- It's about that bank
raid Sergeant.
I'm at the bank manager's house.
- [Wilson] What are
you doing there?
- I followed him, Sergeant.
I thought he was in a wee
bit of a hurry
to get home at this time
in the morning.
- [Wilson] Is that so?
WelL he's wanted back
at the bank.
Get him there fast.
- I don't think that's
gonna be so easy, Sergeant.
- [Wilson] What are you
talking about, McLaren?
Just get him back to the bank.
That's an order.
- I'm gonna need some
assistance, Sergeant.
- [Wilson] McLaren, what's
the matter with you?
Have you gone soft?
One man?
Can't you handle one
man alone now?
- It's not as simple as
that Sergeant.
I think we've got a
situation here.
Somebody's holding a gun on him.
(dramatic music)
- Has he gone?
I told you, we should've
got away before.
- What, and bumped
straight into him?
That would've been real
clever, wouldn't it?
- Well what are we gonna do now?
If he stays there...
- Well we can always shoot
our way out, can't we?
I mean that's what we
brought these for, innit?
- Well I didn't really
reckon on having to use it.
- Well what do you
think this is,
do you think this is a film?
You think this is Butch Cassidy?
Now you listen Sundance,
you've only got one chance.
So you'd better grab it!
Remember, nobody helps them
who don't help themselves.
- Don't listen to him.
That sort of talk will only
help you to an early grave.
- Shut it, mister!
- You know, you haven't got a
hope of getting away
with this now.
- Balls, you just watch.
We've got you and
while we hold you,
they won't dare make a move.
Now you remember that!
- Perhaps we'd
better pack it in.
- Now that's a
sensible thing to do.
- I told you to shut it!
I've had enough of your
bright remarks.
You were the one who already
buggered up this deal
by coming back.
You should have stayed where
you belong in that fucking bank!
- I dunno Ron, if they
snatch that motor,
how we gonna get away?
- Look, kid,
don't get soft on me now.
Just think of all that loot.
100,000 nicker!
We've gotta give 'em
time to get away.
Look, the longer we hold 'em
here, the longer they got.
And the cops?
They don't know nothin',
they don't even know we're here.
They think this joker came
back just to see his wife!
- That Constable is
waiting for me outside.
You forget, they want me
back at the bank.
- Yeah, well let him wait.
Your wife's sick.
You can't leave her.
- And how long do you
think they'll accept that?
- Long enough.
Until that telephone rings.
Just until that telephone rings.
(dramatic music)
- Well, McLaren, what's
this situation you've got?
- Not sure Sarge.
There's no sign of anything
since I spoke with you
on the radio.
- Are you sure that was
a gun you saw?
- That's what it looked
like, through the glass.
- Hmm, I'd better go and see.
Wait here.
(Wilson knocking)
- Nobody move.
- Well somebody'll
have to answer.
- Let him stew.
- Mr. Hammond, are you there?
This is Sergeant Wilson
of the local police.
I'd like to have a word
with you please, Sir.
- Well, it's your move.
What now?
- Alright, answer him.
But from here.
Shout.
- Well, what do I tell him?
- Anything, but you
make it good.
Get rid of him, for your sake.
- Yes Sergeant, what is it?
- Mr. Hammond, will you
open the door please?
I would like to speak with you.
- I can't Sergeant,
not right now.
- [Wilson] Why, what's
your problem?
- Well it's...
There's no problem,
it's my wife.
- [Wilson] Is she hurt?
- No, she's just resting.
I've given her a sedative.
It's better she's not disturbed
- I see.
Well I'll still have to
speak to you sir,
it's about the raid
at your bank.
Now we can't talk
through the door.
- Well, later Sergeant.
You go on, I'll
follow in a moment.
- I hope so, Sir.
We need you to help with
our inquiries.
Don't be too long, will you?
We'll be waiting for you.
(chimes chiming)
- Well, Sir.
What do you make of it?
- Yeah, you could be right.
Drawn curtains, looks
like a funeral.
There's something fishy.
I'll call the inspector.
You go and chat to some
of the neighbors,
they might have seen something.
You never know your luck.
- Just one thing, Sir.
This van, it's empty.
- We'll let the
experts go over it.
They might come up
with something.
Oh and McLaren, be
discrete will you?
We don't want to
upset the natives.
- Well, that got rid of him.
- But not for long.
You don't think the police
are fooled that easily?
- No, it's all you know Mr.
Bank Manager.
They're dumb!
Do you know how they make
most of their arrests, eh?
Through information received.
From narks, splitting on 'em.
They couldn't find a
monkey in a zoo!
- You underestimate them!
- Yeah, and you smoke too much.
It'll be the death of you.
If you live that long.
- Can I go upstairs please?
- What?
- Can I go upstairs please?
- Oh, later, girlie.
- I want to go to the toilet.
(Ron chuckling)
- Well we can't have you
pissin' in your pants, can we?
Here, you'd better take her.
Keep your eye on her,
these girls get up to all
kind of tricks.
While you're up there,
close all the windows
and draw the curtains, alright?
Go on.
- Be careful, darling.
- Relax, Mother.
He won't touch her if she
behaves herself.
- You're not coming in
with me are you?
(slow piano solo)
(toilet flushing)
Did you think I climbed
out of the window?
- Hey, where do you
think you're going?
- I want to change my clothes.
(light gentle music)
(chimes chiming)
All right, stay there
if you want to be nosy.
Well, aren't you going to
say something?
Don't you think I have
nice breasts?
- [Robber] They're alright.
- Is that all you can say?
- [Robber] They're a
bit small aren't they?
- Oh, don't tell me
you're one of those.
- One of who?
- Those men who slobber
over big boobs.
All heavy and droopy.
Like the girls on television.
- I haven't really
thought about it.
- Haven't you?
I thought that all men did.
Think about girls' boobs I mean.
I want mine to stay
firm and hard,
so I don't need to wear a bra.
I massage them every
day you know.
You're supposed to massage them,
it helps the muscles.
- What are you two
playing at up there!
It don't take all that
time to have a pee!
- Yeah, we're comin'.
I think you'd better
put somethin' on.
Come on.
Come on.
Can't you hurry up?
- Get down here, you two!
- Will you do something for me?
- [Robber] What?
- Let me see your face.
- Oh, oh, I don't
know about that.
I mean he said we shouldn't,
all that identification
and all that.
- I won't tell anyone, promise!
You're not afraid to let me see
what you're really like are you?
- Oh well, I don't suppose
it matters now.
There.
- You're not so bad.
- About soddin' time.
That was a bloody long pee.
Are you sure you didn't
knock off a quick one, eh?
(Ron chuckles)
Hey, look at this, then.
A proper little cock-teaser.
She getting to you, boy?
You'd better watch it,
she'll be tearing your
pants off next.
- You mind your language.
Do you have to be so crude?
- Oh, come off it lady,
who do you think you're kidding,
eh?
She ain't no baby,
I bet there's nothing
much you could teach her.
- You're loathsome,
don't you dare touch her.
- Ooh, what are you gonna do?
You gonna call the cops, eh?
Look, I thought I told
you to keep your mask on!
- There wasn't much
point anymore.
- Point?
You'll see the bloody point
when they put you in an I.D.
parade!
Alright then, let's all
have a party then.
Well now, that's better.
Handsome, aren't I?
You think you could go
for a fella like me?
- You make me feel sick.
- Oh!
They're all the same, these
class Sheilas you know.
One minute they're pretending
to hate the sight of you,
and the next minute
you're fighting them off.
Y'know why?
They don't get enough of it!
That's why they go for all these
milkman and window cleaners.
Isn't that right, lady?
Ain't that right, mush?
- We're very happy and we
lead a normal sex life.
My wife has never complained,
if that's what
you're suggesting.
- What are you gonna give him,
eh?
60, 70, 80, 90 out of 100?
- I think this has
gone far enough.
- I don't want to discuss it.
- Well of course you don't
because you don't wanna admit
you're not getting enough cock,
do ya?
- Is that the sort of gun
the police use on television?
- Jamie, come here!
- How does it shoot?
- [Wendy] Jamie!
- How many bullets does it fire?
- What's the matter Kid?
Are you planning on
starting a war?
- I was only asking.
- Well, you know what
curiosity did, don't you?
- No.
What did it do?
- Why don't you ask your mother,
she's got all the answers.
(sirens wailing)
- Attention.
This is the police.
We have the house
completely surrounded.
We know that you are armed,
and we know that you are holding
Mr. and Mrs. Hammond in there.
Now there is no possibility
of your escaping.
We suggest therefore that
you come out peaceably,
and surrender yourselves
before any more harm is done.
Nothing can be gained
by your staying inside.
Throw out your weapons,
and come out with your hands up.
- No imagination these coppers.
- If you had any sense,
you'd give yourself up.
- Give ourselves up?
You must be kidding!
It's them or us.
Or you.
Remember that.
You're our trump card.
(chimes chiming)
- Look, let them go.
I mean, be reasonable.
Hold me if you like,
but let them go.
- What, break up the family?
Now that wouldn't be nice,
would it?
- You enjoy frightening
innocent children, don't you?
- Well, they don't look
very frightened to me.
Now then, why don't we
all cool it down.
And why don't you get us
a nice cup of char, eh?
- Take your hands off
me you filthy animal!
- Ooh, I like that eh?
Ain't she got spirit,
I must give her that.
Here, is she always
like that eh?
I'll bet she leads you a
merry old chase.
Now then, what about
a cup of old Rosy, eh?
- Get it yourself!
- Now that's not nice.
No way to treat guests.
Be nice!
(suspenseful music)
- All right, but you needn't
think I'm waiting on you.
- Keep your eye on 'em.
Hey, some set-up
you've got here.
All the mod-cons.
Must've cost you quite
a few nicker.
My old lady'd do her nut
to have a kitchen like this.
Still be a lousy cook of course.
Hamburger and chips.
That's about her mark.
She likes to eat out.
- I'm not surprised if
she's married to you.
- She gets what she wants,
she ain't complaining.
Mind, there's only one problem.
Money.
She loves to spend, spend,
spend.
Gotta give it to her, don't I?
- Does she know how you
get your money?
- Well you don't think
that she thinks
I'm a bank manager, do you?
We got spliced before I
went inside last time.
Five bloody years wasted.
No, I can't leave her again,
can I?
Now then!
What have we got here?
Fuck me, look at this!
Bingo, we've hit the jackpot!
You don't mean to go short,
do you?
- It's called bulk buying,
it's more economical if
you must know!
- Economical, oh.
I'll bet not many people
could afford this little lot.
- It's just a question of
proper planning.
- Is that right?
Well I must tell my missus that.
Well they're not gonna
starve us out!
We could stand a bloody siege,
there must be enough here
to last a month.
Now,
why don't you cook us up
a nice nosh, eh darlin'?
Now, let's see what we'll 'ave.
Chicken.
Leg of lamb.
Hey.
Smoked salmon.
(quirky music)
- How did a boy like you
get involved in
something like this?
- It was just a bit of fun,
like.
- Fun?
Oh you think this is fun,
threatening people in
their own home?
- Yeah, well I
didn't know it was
gonna work out like this, did I?
I mean, it was only a way
of getting some money.
- Why, you need
money that badly?
- Doesn't everybody?
- Do we know how many
people are in there?
- Can't be sure, Sir.
Mr. and Mrs. Hammond,
they've got two children,
but they should be at school.
We're checking.
We don't know how many of
the bandits are in there.
- So all we have to go
on at the moment
is P.C. McLaren's
sighting of the gun,
one voice, and the van.
- That's about it, Sir.
The experts are going over
the van now for fingerprints,
that may tell us something.
- Well, we'd better
reckon on two
of them at any rate, maybe more.
All right?
We'll just sit tight,
and wait for them to
make their move.
- Yeah.
Y'know, that was real smashin'!
I'll bet you make a rare
steak and kidney pie.
I'm gonna recommend
you to my mates.
- Don't bother.
- You know, you should
really thank us,
you're gonna live off
this for years.
Think of all the attention
you're gonna have, hey?
Telly, newspapers, films even.
You'll be able to sell
your story for a fortune.
You should pay me a royalty.
- I don't need that kind
of attention, thank you.
- You should have
something to eat.
She really can cook.
- Ron, I've been thinking.
- Oh Christ, now we're for it.
The Great Brain.
I told you boy, I'll do
all the thinkin'
- No, I mean what do these
mean by "any more harm"?
- What are you talkin' about?
- The bloke, you know, the
copper on the loudspeaker?
Well he said "any more harm".
Well, we haven't done
any have we?
- Yeah, well look he's
only talking.
He's tryin' to con yah.
I told you, you can never
trust a copper.
They're always tryna trick yah.
- How do we know what
happened at that bank?
- Well, he was there.
He should know.
Yeah, what did happen
at that bank?
- I told you.
- Yeah, I know you did.
But you tell us again,
and this time you
keep nothing out.
Go on.
- It was one of my clerks,
he set off the alarm.
- Always has to be some
joker, don't there eh?
Well, so what happened?
- They shot him.
He was only a young man,
not much older than him.
He thought he was doing
his duty and they shot him.
- The stupid bastard.
He shouldn't have interfered,
should he?
Well he asked for it, didn't he?
Shouldn't have tried to
be so clever.
Always someone wants to
be some hero.
- Here look, they can't
blame us for that can they?
Look, we weren't even there!
Ron, look, let's just
get out of here.
- What, and spend a lifetime
in some stinking jail?
Listen kid, we're accessories
whether we was there or not.
They'll pin it on us,
don't you fret.
- How can they?
We was nowhere near the place.
- They'll find a way.
Law always does.
- But that's not fair.
- Fair?
We're not talking about fair.
We're talking about the law!
At least now we know
we've got nothing to lose.
No, don't worry kid.
I'll get you out.
I'll figure a way.
- You're a bigger fool
than I thought you were.
They boy's right, the
house is surrounded.
You can't get away.
- Oh, dry up lady, I don't need
advice from people like you.
(telephone rings)
That's him.
Yeah?
Yeah?
Who is this?
- This is Superintendent Ogilvie
of the Metropolitan Police.
Who am I speaking to?
- Yeah, wouldn't you like
to know, mate?
- [Ogilvie] Are you the
leader of the group?
- Look, look, look,
speak your piece, copper.
What do you want?
- Are you listening?
- Well I'm here, aren't I?
Get on with it.
- Whatever your purpose is,
you can't possibly
achieve anything.
You're holding innocent
people in there.
Let them go, then come out
yourselves, one at a time.
Throw your guns out of
the window first.
We don't want to be shooting,
but we're armed, and if
you start anything
we shall be forced to retaliate.
Now each of you,
come out with your
hands in the air.
- And then what?
- [Ogilvie] Then you'll
be taken into custody
and held, awaiting trial
in the usual way.
- That don't seem much
of a deal to me, copper.
- We are making no deals.
That's the way it has to be.
- Go stuff yourself.
- What did he say?
- Oh, the usual crap.
They expect us to
walk out of here
and fall into their
waiting arms.
- Well what can we do?
There's only us two.
- Well they don't know that,
do they?
There could be four, five,
six of us here for
all they know.
Nah, we gotta keep 'em guessing.
(quirky music)
- We could try turning off the
water and electricity, Sir.
- No.
The family would suffer
as much as anybody.
And we don't know their
state of health.
No, we'll just wait.
They're not going anywhere.
Let them do the sweating.
- Got anything for us, Mr.
Ogilvie?
- Well, you can see for
yourselves, they can't get away.
We have marksmen positioned
all around the house.
- Are you expecting them
to shoot their way out?
- They'd be foolish
if they tried.
No, I would think that
most unlikely.
- What about the hostages
they're holding?
- What about them?
- Are they alright?
- Well, as far as we know.
- How many bandits are
there in there?
- Two at least I should
say, we can't be sure.
Four, possibly five at the most.
- [Woman] Have you
identified them yet?
- No.
The two who took part in
the raid at the bank
were masked.
And apparently, there was
a girl involved.
- [Male Reporter] How
will you flush them out?
- Oh, we're not going to try.
We have all the time
in the world,
and patience always
brings its reward.
- [Male Reporter] Is
there any political
motivation do you think?
- Well that hasn't been
established yet.
- [Woman Reporter] But you've
had communication with them?
Have they made any demands?
- I've spoken with them,
and I've told them there
will be no deals.
If they come out quietly,
there'll be no trouble.
- Do you think that likely when
they've already
committed one murder?
(clock ticking)
(clock chiming)
- I suppose you're feeling
very proud of yourself.
- Proud?
Yes, yes I am.
100,000 nicker.
Now that's not bad for
a day's work, is it?
- Not a thought for
that poor boy
who was murdered, or his family?
- Yeah, well it's a
pity about that.
But the way I see it, he's
only got himself to blame.
I mean getting yourself killed,
that ain't smart, is it?
No way to live.
- He was an honest boy, he
was doing an honest job.
- Now you see, honesty
gets you nowhere.
- Oh god you're impossible.
You twist everything.
You despise anyone who works
for a living, don't you?
- Suckers, that what I call 'em,
but don't ask me, ask him.
He'd like to work,
wouldn't you boy?
- Well nobody's stopping
him if he gets a proper job.
- Yeah, you know something lady?
You have got a big mouth,
and nothing comes out of it.
Don't you ever read
the newspapers?
Don't you ever tell her, hey?
Tell me something, now
would you give him a job?
- He probably doesn't
have the qualifications.
- Qualifications, eh?
Did you hear that missus?
Qualifications.
That is the name of the game!
- If you'd worked harder
when you were at school
and you had the chance,
you might have gained some.
- Oh, bullshit lady.
He don't wanna be no doctor,
or professor.
He just wants a job,
don't you lad?
Three soddin' years since
he left school
and nobody wants him.
- Well I'm not
surprised if he hangs
around with the likes of you!
- Now you leave me out
of it, I'm different.
I know what I'm up to.
But all he wants is a job.
Qualifications?
Now what good are they if
you wanna be a,
wanna be a driver?
So he pulls a stunt like this,
and then another, and
then another.
And you know why?
All because clever sods like
you, you just don't wanna know.
You know, you make me puke.
You are full of shit lady,
just shit!
- Oh, leave it Ron.
- All right.
I'll do,
I'll do something.
I'll get you out of this.
- Don't listen to him, look.
He's just making things
worse for you.
Can't you see that?
- Oh, can it lady.
Christ!
She's the bossy one, isn't she?
Why don't you shut her
mouth before I belt her one!
(dramatic music)
- Mommy, I'm thirsty.
Can I have a drink?
- Yes, of course dear.
Well you can't deny
the boy that?
- Yeah, it's a good idea boy.
I could do with one myself.
Right then squire, where
do you keep it, eh?
Come on now, you can afford it.
Ooh.
What have we got 'ere?
Ooh, now look at this.
Here, you could open a club.
Help yourself.
Thank you, I will.
Oh squire, you're ready
for a right old booze up.
Vodka, brandy, gin.
Cinzano?
Yeah, sounds indecent to me.
It's pronounced Chin-zano,
and I rather like it.
- Oh, well I knew you
had to have some vices.
Well, scotch will do me fine.
- What about my son?
- Well, this is too
rich for him.
Don't want him to turn into
an old boozer like his old man.
- There is some cola
in the kitchen.
- Ooh, that is better.
Well let the girl take him.
No, don't you move.
I don't trust you.
Here, go along with them.
Make sure the little bugger
don't make a run for it.
And careful what you do
with that bird,
we don't want mom shouting
the odds do we?
(telephone rings)
Yeah?
Oh, it's you again.
Yeah, well look.
I'll make you a
little proposition.
Listen!
Can't you listen?!
Look, I got four hostages here,
I'll shoot them one at a
time if you don't listen!
Now that's better.
Now we want a safe
conduct out of here.
Do you hear that?
Look I know one man's
already dead,
but that was nothing
to do with us!
Bloody twisters!
I'll show 'em.
- [Nicola] Do you want some?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
- You don't say much, do you?
- Well there's not much
to say really, is there?
- Is that really how you
got into this,
because you couldn't find work?
- Yeah, I suppose so.
There was nothing
much else to do.
It seemed a pretty good idea.
- What if you get caught?
- I don't really think about it.
I mean you see it on the
telly all the time, don't yah?
Doesn't seem so difficult.
Besides...
- What?
- Well, you think it's never
gonna happen to you, don't yah?
Only I mean, it wasn't as
though I was in the actual raid.
- What did you do before
if you didn't work?
- Y'know, we got up,
walked about a bit.
It was a crowd of us y'know.
We started nicking from
shops and lorries,
that sort of thing.
It was the only thing there was.
Well this came along, it
was a bit of excitement.
- Do you still think that?
- I dunno now.
I dunno.
I mean that bloke
who was killed,
now I had nothin' to do
with that, did I?
- I'm sorry.
- Well it's not your fault.
- I wish there was
something I could do.
We'd better be getting
back I suppose.
- Are you finished?
- Y'know, it's funny.
I thought after we
pull this off,
with the right dough,
I might get somewhere.
Y'know, get started
up somewhere.
Australia perhaps.
I could've got there.
And they say it's pretty easy
to make a decent
living down there.
New Zealand.
South America even.
I mean you only need a chance,
don't ya?
- How about you squire?
You feel like a drink?
- Not right now thank you.
- Oh, look, don't
mind about her.
How about some of your Cinzano,
hey love?
Or don't you drink with
the likes of me?
You know I reckon you'd be a
good screw given
half the chance.
You got good arse on you,
I tell you that.
- Oi!
- Whatsum matter love,
are you frustrated eh?
Are you frustrated?
The old squire not
give you enough?
Now why don't you and me,
we just knock off a quick one,
eh?
I'll show you one or two things,
I promise you that.
Now you know the old saying,
don't ya?
"A fuck a day keeps
old age at bay."
- That's enough!
- We've had enough of this!
Want your head blown off?
You just stay there, chappie.
Now, you don't want me
to lose my cool, do ya?
Now, here's to crime.
Long may it prosper.
Hmm!
Oi kid, help
yourself to a drink.
It's on the 'ouse.
Bank manager's perks.
- I just had some coke.
- Coke?
That's cat's piss.
That'll put hairs on your chest.
Here's lookin' at you, girl.
You fancy her?
- [Boy] I haven't really
thought about it.
- Haven't really
thought about it?
Course you have.
Make you feel horny just lookin'
at her.
- She's all right, yeah.
- All right he says.
Hey, she's real class.
She's not one of your scrubbers
from down the den, hm?
She's only a filly of course.
By god, give her a
couple of years
and she'll lead the field.
You won't have a
chance then boy.
- What are you saying?
- Just doing a bit of
match-making lady,
there's no harm in that.
Since we've got a
little time to kill,
we might as well use it.
- Don't be ridiculous.
She's not interested in him.
- What, he's not good enough?
Hey, boy.
You want her?
- Don't you dare touch her.
- Now Wendy girl, you
behave yourself.
You wanna live to be a
grandmother don't ya?
- She's only a child, she's,
she's 16.
- Sweet 16 and never been, eh?
Well, now's her big chance.
Where I come from,
they're old pro's at 16.
- Where you come from I'm
not surprised, you're scum!
- Them harsh words lady,
harsh words.
- Well, don't just sit
there, do something.
- Like what?
Getting his head blown off?
- Well you can't just sit there,
she's your daughter.
They're going to rape her,
don't you see?
- Rape?
Now who said
anything about rape?
Christ!
She don't half rabbit on, eh?
How do you stand it?
Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.
Don't she ever stop?
- Oh, you savage!
You disgusting, despicable pig!
- Oh lay off, love!
You're jealous!
You know that?
Now don't you worry, your
turn will come.
I will see to you personal.
How do you like it?
Rough I bet.
It's all the same with
these prissy birds,
you're about to get down to it,
and they're worse than
Piccadilly whores!
- Look, be reasonable.
Let's discuss this rationally.
You can see she's only a child.
- Only a child?
Phew.
She looks ready to me!
All right for a bit of
the old one-two?
How about it love?
You fancy a tickle?
- Stop it!
She doesn't know what
you're talking about!
- Course she does!
Look at her!
She's been eyeing him
ever since we came in.
She can't keep her eyes off him.
Go on kid.
Take Snow White upstairs
and show her what's what.
- You leave her alone!
- Why?
Well what are you
saving her for?
Some snotty nose bank clerk?
- I don't know Ron.
- Ah, come on.
Now what are you waiting for?
It's Christmas.
It's a present.
She's free 'n knowing.
- Well, it doesn't seem right.
- Fuck me!
It's on a plate!
Get up them stairs!
- You stay here Nicola.
I won't let you!
(Martin groaning)
God!
- What were you sayin' squire?
Now then, why don't you go
and enjoy yourself
while you can?
Tomorrow it might be too late!
- Oh Nicola baby, you can't,
you can't.
- Of course she can!
She's gonna love him for it.
Go on kids.
Have fun.
(slow light music)
- My baby.
(Wendy sobbing)
My baby.
- There'll be red letters
in her diary today!
Hey, what say we settle
down and watch some telly?
With a bit of luck we might
find something interesting?
(light gentle music)
(chimes chiming)
- D'you?
- [Male On TV] Initial entry.
There are now
some 27
jumped.
And this is against the
clock from the start.
This magnificent gray horse
comes up to a big spread fence,
which is the first fence.
(light gentle music)
- Have you done this before?
Will you love me?
Will you show me?
You won't hurt me, will you?
Tell me what to do.
- [Male On TV] Over the
circular wall,
and then the little
ornamental gate
at a rather awkward angle.
Now she comes up to
the combination.
A one stride and then
two strides.
- Please don't hurt me.
- Oh, who wants to see
bloody horses prancing about?
Ah, that's it.
Yeah, that's better.
That's more like it.
- I think it's his only
one machine gun up there.
- Right?
- Yeah.
- I'll get word back to Klasky.
Keep 'em busy.
(gun firing)
- Show me.
Tell me how.
I want to learn.
(Nicola moaning)
- Attaboy kid, you
give it to 'em.
- You enjoy seeing people hurt,
don't you?
- Well they asked for it,
didn't they?
- Hey you think you got
a private war?
- No, I think there's
enough to go around.
(light gentle music)
- Oh no, no please, it hurts,
no please.
- That's it.
Look at him, the kid's only 19
he's really ripping into him.
That's the stuff kid,
you show 'em.
- That's your idea of
fun I suppose?
- Look lady, if there
were a few more wars,
we wouldn't be doing this.
That's the trouble today,
there are no decent
wars to fight.
If there was, we'd
all be heroes.
- Or dead.
- Oh, that's good.
Oh, it feels so good.
Is it always like this?
(gun firing)
- [Male On TV] That did it!
- Oh, that's so good.
Oh, I feel so good.
Be kind to me.
(light gentle music)
I want.
Please, please.
I love you, love you.
Do you love me?
Oh yes.
That's wonderful.
Oh.
Oh kiss me.
Kiss me hard.
Harder.
Harder.
(chimes chiming)
(Nicola moaning)
I want you.
Yes, I want.
Please, hurt me.
Hurt me!
(dramatic music)
(Nicola moaning)
(gun firing)
Thank you.
I always wondered what it
would be like.
- Bang, bang!
- Jamie?
Jamie, where are you!
Jamie?
Jamie, where are you?
(Wendy gasps)
Jamie.
(suspenseful music)
Jamie, what are you doing?
Come down here.
- Hands up!
- You'd better drop
that gun kiddo.
- Hands up, or I'll shoot!
- You don't cover me up, do ya?
Get him down here!
- Stop playing Jamie,
and come down.
- [Jamie] Hands up,
or I'll shoot!
- Better not kid, you don't
wanna get killed do ya?
- Listen to me Jamie.
Put the gun down
It's not a toy.
- But Daddy, I can save you.
- Put it down!
It isn't a game.
(gun fires)
- I could have shot him Mommy.
I could have shot him.
- Oh yes.
Oh yes darling.
And you were very brave.
- Stupid I call it,
letting a boy play with a gun.
Likely to get himself dead,
that's no way to live.
- Yes, killing little
boys is about your mark.
- Listen lady he's your son,
you shoulda looked
after him better!
And what's the matter with
you, you got a death wish?
Letting a little kid take
a gun from you!
- [Officer] All right now,
get back.
Come along.
Back, further.
Right, back.
- You should whack
him one missus,
that's the only way
they ever learn.
- Is that the way you learned?
- My old man walloped me so much
my nickname was "black eye".
- It didn't seem to do
you much good.
- Well at least it
taught me if I don't
look after myself,
nobody else will.
(telephone rings)
Yeah?
- What's going on in there?
- What do you think, copper?
We're having a ball.
Ere, do you wanna
come and join us?
- Well what was that
noise we heard?
- Noise?
What noise?
- It sounded like a shot.
- Nah, shot?
(TV gun firing)
Must be the telly.
All these war films they
keep on showing.
(TV exploding)
Hey, you hear me now?
- Is anybody hurt?
Do you need anything?
- [Ron] Look copper we've got
all the comforts of home here.
What more could we want?
- Somebody might want
medical attention.
- That's right, we might.
But we don't.
So cool it copper, you
ain't gonna get in that way.
- It's getting late.
Come on now, give yourselves up.
- What?
What'd you say?
I can't quite hear ya.
It's gone very quiet in here.
- Doh, come along now.
Be reasonable.
You know you can't hope
to achieve anything.
Make it easy on yourselves.
And on those people you
are holding in there.
Give yourselves up.
- Make it easy for you,
you mean.
Now you listen, copper.
If you're so worried about us,
I'll tell you what the deal is.
- [Officer] I've told you,
there will be no deals.
- Listen, goddamn ya!
Jesus, don't you ever listen?
Alright?
Okay.
We want a car.
Now, we got four hostages
in here, right?
Two of us will come out
with two of them.
And the other two will
stay here with our mates,
and guarantee that nothing
happens to us, right?
Nobody follows us, see?
Now we keep the two hostages,
until we hear our mates
are away too.
If not, you'll find 'em in a
ditch somewhere, very dead.
You understand that?
Hello?
Hey, you still there?
Hey, what about it then?
- What sort of car do you want?
- Ere, you call yourself a
driver, what sort of car?
- A Jag I suppose.
- A Jag?
You got Jags on the brain,
you berk.
They'll spot that a
couple of miles away.
- His car's outside.
- Smart, yeah.
Bank manager's car.
They won't have time to
tamper with that.
'Ere, you hear that?
Yeah, well we'll take the
bank manager's car outside.
You make sure that it's
got a full tank.
And the road's clear.
No tricks mind ya.
Right, we'll be ready
in 15 minutes.
Coppers.
Give me a pain in the arse.
(suspenseful music)
Alright then.
Here's what we do.
We take the two birds,
you'll like a little trip
with loverboy.
Call it your honeymoon.
- You're not taking
anybody without me.
- Oh, well you leave
me no choice.
(Martin grunting)
Tie him up.
- I'm not going with you.
- Oh, is that right lady?
We'll see.
- I am not going to
leave my home.
- All set, Sir.
- Good.
Now remember, nobody
makes a move
without my signal.
There are innocent
lives at stake.
Understood?
- Sir.
- All right.
Give them the okay.
- You inside the house,
this is the police.
Everything's ready.
You can come out.
- Make sure he's secure.
- Well this should hold him.
- Well gag him!
- That won't be necessary.
- Oh, what are you gonna do,
give me your word of honor?
- [Martin] If that's
what you want!
- You make me scream.
Gentleman's honor?
I wouldn't take the
word of the Pope!
Gag him!
(suspenseful music)
- Oh, you will pay for this!
- I wouldn't take no bets lady,
you won't be alive to collect.
Now, now it's the
little boy's turn.
- Well you're not
gonna tie him up?
- You don't think I'm gonna
let him run around loose do ya?
- He's just a little boy,
he won't do any harm.
- He's already tried, hasn't he?
Now he won't get hurt
if he behaves himself.
- Oh Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,
please!
God you!
- You didn't know
you was married
to a regular tigress, did yah?
Don't worry, I'll
tame her for yah.
(Jamie grunting)
Alright then go on,
put him in the cupboard,
come on.
Out you get.
- No no!
- [Wendy] It's dark in there!
- The dark won't kill him.
Go on then, get him in there.
- Oh, you bastard!
(suspenseful music)
(Jamie grunting)
- Right, that's it!
I've just about had
enough of you!
You shut your fucking gob!
Come 'ere!
- I hope they kill you!
- I ain't ready to die yet lady,
but you remember one thing,
if they kill me, they
also kill you.
Now that'll keep you quiet.
- [Officer] Come along.
I've told you before.
Move right back.
You don't want to get hurt now,
do you?
Move back.
- Look, put your mask on,
you wanna give the game away?
- Oh look for Christ sake,
Ron it's over!
- Listen to me!
Now look, you take the skirt
and I'll take the old lady.
Now this is what you do.
You take her out real
close to you
as you get outside the door.
Keep the gun against her head.
Move very slowly to the car.
When you get there, you
get in first.
You listening to me?
And then you pull her
in after yah.
Check everything.
Check the ignition, check
the petrol, check everything.
And when it's okay,
you give me a
couple of toots on that horn.
Alright?
- But what if it's not
okay out there?
- You listen to me!
It's gonna be all right.
I've planned it all
out haven't I?
Look, they're not gonna do
nothin' when you got the girl!
Now get out!
- Oh, mommy, mommy.
Oh daddy!
- Put your mask on I said!
Now hold it.
All right copper!
Douse those lights, we're comin'
out!
(chimes chiming)
Alright, go on, out you go.
Keep that gun up.
Go on.
- [Boy] Come on, slowly now.
I don't wanna hurt you.
We're gonna be all right.
- What's your name?
Tell me your name.
- [Boy] Come on, we're
gonna make it.
We're gonna make it,
we'll be all right.
(Nicola sobbing)
(ignition grinds)
(engine starts)
(horn honking)
- Okay love bird, this is
your big scene.
Now you try and be clever
and your husband will
be a widower.
Cheerio squire, don't cash
any dud checks!
Here we go, nice and easy.
Just like my old man
used to say.
(muffled shouting)
Get over here!
Hey, open it up, it's locked!
Come on!
Get down in 'ere!
Come on!
(suspenseful music)
Come on.
A dream.
You need to step on it.
Let's get out of here.
Let's get rich.
(slow light music)
(gears grind)
Christ, get into gear yah dummy!
Let's go!
(gears grind)
(gun firing)
Fuckin' cops!
They twisted us!
I'll kill 'em!
I'll show 'em, c'mon!
Stand back!
(gun firing)
Get back here, come!
Get back here!
Right, give it!
(gun firing)
(Ron grunting)
(somber music)
(Wendy sobbing)
- What's your name?
Please, tell me your name.
[sobbing]
- [Officer] Recognize him?
- Look what you've done.
You've killed him you bastards.
You didn't have to kill him.
You didn't give him a chance.
(Nicola sobbing)
- Well, let's get it
cleaned up shall we?
I'll be at home if you want me.
- Very good, Sir.
Good night Sir.
(camera clicking)
- [Male] Hold it!
Look at me.
Look at me, this way love.
- [Male] Over here, over here!
- [Male] That's it, great!
Keep it going.
- [Male] Hold it.
- [Male] This way love.
- Keep it going.
Look up!
Terrific!
- [Male] Another one,
just another one.
Just like that!
- [Male] That's it!
Great, great, now look at me!
Terrific!
- [Male] C'mon, keep it going.
Another one!
And another one.
- [Male] Hold it!
(solemn dramatic music)
(engine turning)
(door knocking)
- Yes?
- Who is it--
(woman gasps)
Who are you?
What do you want?
- Take it easy lady.
Just relax and no-one
will get hurt.
- Take that filthy
thing off my table!
(girl gasps)
(girl screaming)
(ominous music)
- Leave me alone you beast,
let me go!
- Now, that's it.
That's nice.
One big happy family.
- Mommy, what do they want?
- I don't know.
- Well, now that we're
all together,
let's have some breakfast.
- We've already finished
our breakfast.
- Then cook us some, love.
- I am not your love.
- Now, that ain't nice.
I asked you polite.
- I'm not a servant.
Look, leave us alone.
We're respectable people,
we lead respectable lives, just,
leave us alone.
- [Radio] This is Radio
London bringing you
the news of today,
October the 11th.
And the big news today
is that two Irish ladies,
Mrs. Betty Williams and
Miss Mairead Corrigan
have been awarded the Nobel
Peace Prize for their efforts
to bring the troubles in
Northern Ireland
to a peaceful conclusion.
- [Black Mask Robber] Isn't
she a pretty little thing,
a right bantam hen.
You know, you're not bad
looking yourself?
Probably a right
knock-out in your day.
Now you don't wanna get damaged,
do you?
Why don't you play along
like a good girl?
- The children have to
go to school.
- No school today, missus.
- Oh, don't be ridiculous.
Of course they have to
go to school.
Nicola's taking her "A" levels.
- "A" Levels, isn't she a
bright little thing, eh?
Now why didn't you take your "A"
Levels
and you could have
worked in a bank?
(robber chuckling)
No, it's a holiday today.
My orders.
Just cook us some breakfast.
Like we was part of the family,
then no one will get scarred.
- [Radio] The pound rose
by another 15 points
against the dollar yesterday.
And the stock market
was in a cheerful mood
as the Financial Times Index
climbed another 3 points
to its highest level this year,
511.8.
About a year ago it was
down below the 400 mark,
and this recovery
indicates a remarkable
display of confidence
in Britain's economy,
and according to a West German
delegation of businessmen
visiting London,
the economy can only get better
as Britain's North Sea oil
flows on tap in the 1980's.
Meanwhile, there's been
a massive flow
of hot money into the London
market by foreign investors,
and British reserves rose last
month by 1,327,000,000 pounds
to 9,826,000,000 pounds.
The British Tourist Authority
announced that tourism earned us
3,000,000,000 last year,
and tourism is now our biggest
earner of foreign currency,
with over 12 million visitors
to these shores predicted
for the coming year.
It seems that London is fast
becoming a city of tourists.
And now for your time-check,
it's just coming up to 08:37.
Despite the apparent
recovery in the economy,
unemployment remains
high at over 6%,
almost 1,600,000 today,
and there was no
immediate sign of
this dropping for some
years to come.
Meantime, feud on
crime continues
to rise at an alarming rate.
With three in four crimes
in Great Britain
now committed by under 21's,
and no less than half
by children under 17.
(horn honking)
The Metropolitan
Police say there is
no sign of this showing
any decrease.
They say there is little they
can do to contain or combat it.
Only yesterday, Cartier's the
world famous jewelers
in Bond Street,
was robbed of rings
and bracelets
valued at over 400,000
million pounds
when thieves walked in and took
the jewels from a show case.
Police are appealing for
passers-by on the street
who may have seen the men
escape based on
the description
they'd been given.
(ominous rattling)
(doorbell ringing)
- [Male] Morning, Peter.
- Morning, Sir.
- [Male] Coffee ready?
- It's on the brew.
- [Male] Good.
(woman gasping)
- Nobody move!
Not a muscle!
Anybody moves, it'll
be their last.
Stay where you are,
or he gets it.
Move!
Right, nice and easy now.
Right, move!
Alright, open it up!
Everyone outside, one at a time.
Nobody needs to get hurt.
On the floor, flat!
Now you.
First, the alarm.
Where is it?
Come on, make it easy
for yourself.
And no mistakes.
That's what I like, a
little cooperation.
Now you're gonna make a
telephone call.
- Who to?
- To your wife.
- My wife?
Why should I call my wife?
- To hear what she has to
say of course.
That's if you ever wanna
see her alive again.
Now make the call.
(telephone rings)
- Alright, answer it.
Go on.
- Hello, Wendy?
Wendy?
- [Masked Robber] You be
very careful what you say.
- Who is it?
- [Masked Robber] Find out.
- Hello?
- [Husband] Darling,
are you alright?
- Oh, Martin.
What's going on?
- Well, what's happening there?
Well there are two
men with guns.
- And the children,
where are they?
- [Wendy] They're here with me.
- Oh my god.
- Please, please,
what am I to do?
- Don't do anything.
Just stay calm.
Do as they tell you.
I'll take care of it.
- Yes,
but what's it all about?
- Now you listen, buster.
You do exactly what
you're told, d'you hear?
Or I'll blast the lot.
Now I'm already up for a long
stretch if they catch me,
so it don't make no
difference to me.
- Hello?
Hello?
- Get the picture?
Now you do as I say,
and you've got nothing
to worry about.
Do anything funny, and it's...
No, but you're much too
smart for that.
Now the vault.
Open it up!
- But I can't do that.
It's not possible.
- Well you'd better make
it possible, and quick!
- It needs more than one
key to open it.
- So?
- Well, my assistant has
the other one.
- Well, where the hell is he?
- He comes by train.
The train sometimes is late.
He should be here soon.
- Sodding railways, they
screw everything up.
Well, you'd better pray
he gets here, and quick.
(slow light music)
- Yeah, that's just the job.
Y'know, nothing like
a good English
breakfast to set you
up for the day.
Don't forget my mate.
- I'm not hungry.
- Of course you are!
Don't let a little thing like
this spoil your appetite.
Does he, Mom?
Here, what's that?
- Coffee.
- Coffee?
- Ah, gives me the burps.
Tea.
Give me some tea.
- It'll take a little time.
- Now, what's the matter?
Do you want me to think
you don't like us?
- How long will you be
stopping here?
- Well now, that just depends.
- [Wendy] On what?
- On whether your husband's a
good boy and does
what he's told.
We just wait here for that
telephone to ring again,
tells us to leave.
- Supposing it doesn't ring?
- Lady, you'd better
start praying it does.
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(sobbing women)
(doorbell rings)
- Alright, answer it.
No tricks.
- [Male] Good morning, Peter.
- Good morning.
- [Male] How's the
coffee this morning?
- It's not ready yet.
- This your man?
- Yes.
- Now aren't you the lucky one.
Now get your arse over here!
Move it!
(women sobbing)
All right, tell him.
- I need your key to the vault,
Tom.
- But Mr. Hammond, I
can't do that.
- Don't argue.
These men mean trouble.
Give me your key.
- I'd like to, but it's
more than my job's worth.
- Your job ain't worth
nothing to you dead, mate.
'Cause that's what
you're gonna be
if you don't hand over that key.
- Damn it man, do you
wanna get us all killed?
Give us your key!
- Very well.
- You'll have to take the
responsibility.
- Yes, of course, now hurry!
- On the floor!
(women sobbing)
- Move!
Hold it.
You know better than that.
- What do you mean?
- Think I'm bloody ignorant?
The alarm key first.
That's better.
Now it's all systems go.
Open it up!
And god help you if
anything goes off.
(suspenseful music)
You too, over.
Right, now that one.
(women sobbing)
Beautiful.
Right, now fill 'em up.
Leave that.
Just the green, the brown,
and the blue.
- Oh, it's lovely.
Makes all the difference when
you've got some food inside yah.
Now why don't we go in
the other room
and sit down, relax, quiet like.
- I must do the washing up.
- Hey, it won't run away.
Sit down and wait for that
little old bell to ring
and then after that, we
can leave you in peace.
That is what you want, isn't it?
- All I want is for you to go.
- All in good time,
missus, all in good time.
Get out.
- Jamie.
- Now, well we don't want any
nosey parkers looking in, do we?
Now relax, missus.
We ain't so bad.
I know a dozen others
who'd have you
stretched naked on
the deck by now.
Believe me, the sooner
that bell rings,
the better I like it.
Oh.
(robber burps)
Terrible digestion.
Never can keep no nosh down.
It's me nerves you know.
(dramatic music)
- That's it.
Tie the bags up.
(women sobbing)
Right, back up.
Now, let's go!
(shotgun fires)
(dramatic music)
(car screeches)
- [Robber] Blimey, how
the rich live.
- We're not rich.
- Well I wouldn't mind a
pad like this.
Would you, kid?
Course you wouldn't,
given half the chance.
Now that's the main thing,
chance.
- My husband had to
work very hard for this.
It took years of hard
work to buy this house.
- With a little help
from his bank, course.
- He works for them, doesn't he?
- Sure he does, a nice
safe bank manager's job.
10,000 a year, no sweat.
And all the other
poor buggers who
don't have no job, all
they gotta do is ask!
Men like your husband.
And what does he say?
"Where's your security?"
Security.
What's that?
Lady,
I could put a bullet
through your brain,
now how secure would
you be then?
(dramatic music)
- Oh my god.
You bloody fool!
Why'd you have to do that?
I must get home to my wife.
Look, somebody call an
ambulance, quickly!
Tom, you, you look after
things here will you?
(somber music)
- Just a small transaction,
you understand.
Since the banks won't help
us, we're helping ourselves.
Now that is fair, innit?
With all the big fat
profits they're making,
they're not gonna miss
a few nicker.
That's gonna be one in the eye
for all your fucking
bank managers!
- He can't do just
as he pleases,
you must understand,
he has some, responsibilities.
- Well, now we're
doing it my way.
No more crawling to
fucking bank managers
or social security
for hand outs.
You can piss on 'em all!
- Please, don't use language
like that in this house.
- It might be your house,
lady but it is my mouth.
- And a foul mouth it is, too!
- Well at least it
talks straight,
which is more than I can say
for all your bloody hypocrites!
(car engine turns)
(ominous music)
(slow light music)
Well relax lady, we'll
be gone soon,
then you can kiss us
goodbye forever.
You can think of us relaxing
in some tropical isle,
soaking up the sun,
while you continue with
your wet little lives.
- I don't know what you
mean by "wet".
Just because we're respectable.
But you wouldn't
understand that.
- What, respectable?
Just 'cos you live in
some swish house
on some swanky street,
respectable?
Do me a favor.
- Well you don't seem to
have respect for anything.
- There's only one
thing I respect.
- What's that?
- That's the same as
everybody else.
Money.
That'll buy me all the
respect that I need.
- Money isn't everything.
- Not when you've got it,
it ain't.
- You don't need money to
make something of yourself.
- You know, it's funny lady.
The only people I ever
hear say that
are the one's who've got it.
And do you know why?
'Cause the other poor
bastards without it
are too busy trying to
scratch for a living.
- That is no excuse
for stealing.
- Well now don't you fret
yourself lady,
'cause the bank can afford it.
And with money, nobody
cares who you are.
You can be Chairman
of the Board,
you can be President,
or you can be simply that
guy that robs the bank.
You can buy anything.
Or anybody.
I could even buy you.
- You've got a hope.
- Hope?
Oh, I gave up hoping
a long time ago, lady.
It don't pay.
You're no different from
any other kind of skirt.
Offer you the world,
you'd be off like a shot.
- Not without my
family I wouldn't.
(suspenseful music)
- What's your name, lady?
- Mrs. Hammond.
- Oh yeah I know that, but
what's your first name?
Come on, don't be shy.
Sarah?
Jennifer?
Veronica?
Do you know, you like
like a Veronica to me.
- It's none of your business.
- Oh, come on now.
Just trying to be sociable.
Give us a kiss.
- It's Wendy if you must know.
- Wendy eh?
Well I'm Peter Pan.
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(somber music)
(suspenseful music)
(somber music)
(suspenseful music)
(somber music)
(car screeching)
What the hell.
Kid, stay here.
- Wendy!
Wendy!
Where's my wife?
- [Robber] What are
you doing back,
you shouldn't have come back.
- What have you done to my wife?
- [Robber] Are you alone?
- Where is she, I wanna see her?
- Just stay there, mister!
Just stay there.
All right, get in there.
Go on!
- Darling!
- Oh, Martin!
- Are you alright?
- Oh, that's very touching,
but hey,
what happened at the bank?
- Look, you've got what
you wanted, now get out.
- Did you hear that?
They done it, they
pulled it off.
We're rich, boy!
There's gonna be no holding
us back now, come on!
Let's pack it in.
Here lady, we're going now.
Now, no hard feelings,
no harm done, right?
- Get out, get out!
- Now listen here, mate!
You keep your cool, eh?
Just being polite.
Come on.
Stay good, lady.
(ominous music)
'Ere, wait a minute.
- What's the matter?
- We can't go yet.
- Well why not, the job's
done isn't it?
- And we agreed they
should phone.
Why haven't they phoned?
- Well perhaps they
couldn't get to a phone?
- How do we know they
got away clear?
We've only got his word for
it, this could be a trap.
- Oh, come on, Ron,
you're only guessing.
Look, let's get out of here.
- And run into the police
at the bottom of the street?
No, I don't like it, it stinks.
They should've phoned.
That was the plan.
(shotgun clicking)
Here, let's find out.
- Are you all right sonny?
- Daddy, did you see
that gun he had?
Can I have a gun like that?
- Oh, don't be silly Jamie.
- [Robber] Oi!
- I thought you'd gone.
- All in good time, mate.
First, I wanna know straight.
Did they get away
with the money?
- Yes, I already told you.
- I know what you told me,
but is there anything else?
- No, there's nothing else.
They just took the
money and left.
- You're sure they
got clean away?
- Yes, yes!
- Oh, come on, Ron.
- Why don't you give 'em my
address while you're about it!
- Well we can still get away
before the coppers find us.
- They, they won't find us.
They don't even know we're here.
The only one who knows
we're here is him.
No.
I think we'll stick
around for a bit.
Wait for that call.
- Look,
we've done everything
you've asked.
We can't do any more.
(door knocking)
- Who can that be?
- Well, how should I know?
It could be anybody.
- It's a policeman.
- What'd I tell you,
he's crossed us.
You lousy creep!
- So what do we do now?
We've gotta do something!
- Alright, you come with--
Hey you!
You cover this little lot.
Now don't you, don't
you make a sound.
Don't you even breathe,
if you know what's good for you!
If they move, you blast 'em!
Right you, get outside!
(cocks gun)
Alright.
You answer him.
Say anything you like, but
you get rid of him, huh?
- [Officer] Good morning, Sir.
- Yes Officer.
- Mr. Hammond isn't it, sir?
- What can I do for you,
Constable?
- You're the manager of the
London Provincial Bank
in High Street?
- Yes, that's right.
- I thought I recognized you,
sir.
When you passed me back there.
You seemed to be in
quite a hurry, sir.
- Yes, I'm sorry.
I had to get home quickly.
- Oh, trouble sir?
- Oh no, just a call
from my wife, that's all.
- [Officer] Anything I can
do to help sir?
- No, no, it's just
another domestic crisis.
You know how it is.
- Quite sir.
Yes, everything's alright then?
- You know how women are,
they get excited over
the most trivial thing.
- Yes, well, take it easy
next time sir.
I wouldn't want to have to book
you for dangerous
driving would I?
The local bank manager.
- Yes, I'll, I'll watch it.
- Yes, well we'll leave it
at that then, shall we sir?
I take it you'll be going
back to the bank shortly?
- Oh yes, just as soon as I get
things sorted out here.
- You're sure your
wife's alright sir,
there's nothing I can do?
- She's perfectly all right.
- Oh, just one thing
before I go sir.
That van parked outside.
- Oh the van?
I hadn't noticed it.
- Do you have any
workmen in the house sir?
- No, nobody.
- Then you don't know who
it belongs to?
- No, I'm afraid I
don't Constable.
- I see sir.
Well, I'd better look into it.
Somebody must have
dumped it there,
we can't have it despoiling
the road, can we sir?
I'll have it removed.
Thank you sir.
- You should've been an actor.
- [Dispatch] Control
to all units.
Report your positions.
Keep a look-out for a large
car travelling at speed.
Occupants are armed.
Do not attempt to intercept.
Repeat, do not intercept.
Control over.
- Sector Four to control.
I'm in Chislehurst Road.
What's cooking?
Over.
- [Dispatch] Sector Four,
there's been a hold-up
at the London Provincial
Bank in the High Street.
One man shot.
Over.
- Sector Four to Control.
Patch me through to
Sergeant Wilson.
I've got something for him.
- [Dispatch] Stand by,
Sector Four.
- [Wilson] This is Wilson,
what is it Mac?
- It's about that bank
raid Sergeant.
I'm at the bank manager's house.
- [Wilson] What are
you doing there?
- I followed him, Sergeant.
I thought he was in a wee
bit of a hurry
to get home at this time
in the morning.
- [Wilson] Is that so?
WelL he's wanted back
at the bank.
Get him there fast.
- I don't think that's
gonna be so easy, Sergeant.
- [Wilson] What are you
talking about, McLaren?
Just get him back to the bank.
That's an order.
- I'm gonna need some
assistance, Sergeant.
- [Wilson] McLaren, what's
the matter with you?
Have you gone soft?
One man?
Can't you handle one
man alone now?
- It's not as simple as
that Sergeant.
I think we've got a
situation here.
Somebody's holding a gun on him.
(dramatic music)
- Has he gone?
I told you, we should've
got away before.
- What, and bumped
straight into him?
That would've been real
clever, wouldn't it?
- Well what are we gonna do now?
If he stays there...
- Well we can always shoot
our way out, can't we?
I mean that's what we
brought these for, innit?
- Well I didn't really
reckon on having to use it.
- Well what do you
think this is,
do you think this is a film?
You think this is Butch Cassidy?
Now you listen Sundance,
you've only got one chance.
So you'd better grab it!
Remember, nobody helps them
who don't help themselves.
- Don't listen to him.
That sort of talk will only
help you to an early grave.
- Shut it, mister!
- You know, you haven't got a
hope of getting away
with this now.
- Balls, you just watch.
We've got you and
while we hold you,
they won't dare make a move.
Now you remember that!
- Perhaps we'd
better pack it in.
- Now that's a
sensible thing to do.
- I told you to shut it!
I've had enough of your
bright remarks.
You were the one who already
buggered up this deal
by coming back.
You should have stayed where
you belong in that fucking bank!
- I dunno Ron, if they
snatch that motor,
how we gonna get away?
- Look, kid,
don't get soft on me now.
Just think of all that loot.
100,000 nicker!
We've gotta give 'em
time to get away.
Look, the longer we hold 'em
here, the longer they got.
And the cops?
They don't know nothin',
they don't even know we're here.
They think this joker came
back just to see his wife!
- That Constable is
waiting for me outside.
You forget, they want me
back at the bank.
- Yeah, well let him wait.
Your wife's sick.
You can't leave her.
- And how long do you
think they'll accept that?
- Long enough.
Until that telephone rings.
Just until that telephone rings.
(dramatic music)
- Well, McLaren, what's
this situation you've got?
- Not sure Sarge.
There's no sign of anything
since I spoke with you
on the radio.
- Are you sure that was
a gun you saw?
- That's what it looked
like, through the glass.
- Hmm, I'd better go and see.
Wait here.
(Wilson knocking)
- Nobody move.
- Well somebody'll
have to answer.
- Let him stew.
- Mr. Hammond, are you there?
This is Sergeant Wilson
of the local police.
I'd like to have a word
with you please, Sir.
- Well, it's your move.
What now?
- Alright, answer him.
But from here.
Shout.
- Well, what do I tell him?
- Anything, but you
make it good.
Get rid of him, for your sake.
- Yes Sergeant, what is it?
- Mr. Hammond, will you
open the door please?
I would like to speak with you.
- I can't Sergeant,
not right now.
- [Wilson] Why, what's
your problem?
- Well it's...
There's no problem,
it's my wife.
- [Wilson] Is she hurt?
- No, she's just resting.
I've given her a sedative.
It's better she's not disturbed
- I see.
Well I'll still have to
speak to you sir,
it's about the raid
at your bank.
Now we can't talk
through the door.
- Well, later Sergeant.
You go on, I'll
follow in a moment.
- I hope so, Sir.
We need you to help with
our inquiries.
Don't be too long, will you?
We'll be waiting for you.
(chimes chiming)
- Well, Sir.
What do you make of it?
- Yeah, you could be right.
Drawn curtains, looks
like a funeral.
There's something fishy.
I'll call the inspector.
You go and chat to some
of the neighbors,
they might have seen something.
You never know your luck.
- Just one thing, Sir.
This van, it's empty.
- We'll let the
experts go over it.
They might come up
with something.
Oh and McLaren, be
discrete will you?
We don't want to
upset the natives.
- Well, that got rid of him.
- But not for long.
You don't think the police
are fooled that easily?
- No, it's all you know Mr.
Bank Manager.
They're dumb!
Do you know how they make
most of their arrests, eh?
Through information received.
From narks, splitting on 'em.
They couldn't find a
monkey in a zoo!
- You underestimate them!
- Yeah, and you smoke too much.
It'll be the death of you.
If you live that long.
- Can I go upstairs please?
- What?
- Can I go upstairs please?
- Oh, later, girlie.
- I want to go to the toilet.
(Ron chuckling)
- Well we can't have you
pissin' in your pants, can we?
Here, you'd better take her.
Keep your eye on her,
these girls get up to all
kind of tricks.
While you're up there,
close all the windows
and draw the curtains, alright?
Go on.
- Be careful, darling.
- Relax, Mother.
He won't touch her if she
behaves herself.
- You're not coming in
with me are you?
(slow piano solo)
(toilet flushing)
Did you think I climbed
out of the window?
- Hey, where do you
think you're going?
- I want to change my clothes.
(light gentle music)
(chimes chiming)
All right, stay there
if you want to be nosy.
Well, aren't you going to
say something?
Don't you think I have
nice breasts?
- [Robber] They're alright.
- Is that all you can say?
- [Robber] They're a
bit small aren't they?
- Oh, don't tell me
you're one of those.
- One of who?
- Those men who slobber
over big boobs.
All heavy and droopy.
Like the girls on television.
- I haven't really
thought about it.
- Haven't you?
I thought that all men did.
Think about girls' boobs I mean.
I want mine to stay
firm and hard,
so I don't need to wear a bra.
I massage them every
day you know.
You're supposed to massage them,
it helps the muscles.
- What are you two
playing at up there!
It don't take all that
time to have a pee!
- Yeah, we're comin'.
I think you'd better
put somethin' on.
Come on.
Come on.
Can't you hurry up?
- Get down here, you two!
- Will you do something for me?
- [Robber] What?
- Let me see your face.
- Oh, oh, I don't
know about that.
I mean he said we shouldn't,
all that identification
and all that.
- I won't tell anyone, promise!
You're not afraid to let me see
what you're really like are you?
- Oh well, I don't suppose
it matters now.
There.
- You're not so bad.
- About soddin' time.
That was a bloody long pee.
Are you sure you didn't
knock off a quick one, eh?
(Ron chuckles)
Hey, look at this, then.
A proper little cock-teaser.
She getting to you, boy?
You'd better watch it,
she'll be tearing your
pants off next.
- You mind your language.
Do you have to be so crude?
- Oh, come off it lady,
who do you think you're kidding,
eh?
She ain't no baby,
I bet there's nothing
much you could teach her.
- You're loathsome,
don't you dare touch her.
- Ooh, what are you gonna do?
You gonna call the cops, eh?
Look, I thought I told
you to keep your mask on!
- There wasn't much
point anymore.
- Point?
You'll see the bloody point
when they put you in an I.D.
parade!
Alright then, let's all
have a party then.
Well now, that's better.
Handsome, aren't I?
You think you could go
for a fella like me?
- You make me feel sick.
- Oh!
They're all the same, these
class Sheilas you know.
One minute they're pretending
to hate the sight of you,
and the next minute
you're fighting them off.
Y'know why?
They don't get enough of it!
That's why they go for all these
milkman and window cleaners.
Isn't that right, lady?
Ain't that right, mush?
- We're very happy and we
lead a normal sex life.
My wife has never complained,
if that's what
you're suggesting.
- What are you gonna give him,
eh?
60, 70, 80, 90 out of 100?
- I think this has
gone far enough.
- I don't want to discuss it.
- Well of course you don't
because you don't wanna admit
you're not getting enough cock,
do ya?
- Is that the sort of gun
the police use on television?
- Jamie, come here!
- How does it shoot?
- [Wendy] Jamie!
- How many bullets does it fire?
- What's the matter Kid?
Are you planning on
starting a war?
- I was only asking.
- Well, you know what
curiosity did, don't you?
- No.
What did it do?
- Why don't you ask your mother,
she's got all the answers.
(sirens wailing)
- Attention.
This is the police.
We have the house
completely surrounded.
We know that you are armed,
and we know that you are holding
Mr. and Mrs. Hammond in there.
Now there is no possibility
of your escaping.
We suggest therefore that
you come out peaceably,
and surrender yourselves
before any more harm is done.
Nothing can be gained
by your staying inside.
Throw out your weapons,
and come out with your hands up.
- No imagination these coppers.
- If you had any sense,
you'd give yourself up.
- Give ourselves up?
You must be kidding!
It's them or us.
Or you.
Remember that.
You're our trump card.
(chimes chiming)
- Look, let them go.
I mean, be reasonable.
Hold me if you like,
but let them go.
- What, break up the family?
Now that wouldn't be nice,
would it?
- You enjoy frightening
innocent children, don't you?
- Well, they don't look
very frightened to me.
Now then, why don't we
all cool it down.
And why don't you get us
a nice cup of char, eh?
- Take your hands off
me you filthy animal!
- Ooh, I like that eh?
Ain't she got spirit,
I must give her that.
Here, is she always
like that eh?
I'll bet she leads you a
merry old chase.
Now then, what about
a cup of old Rosy, eh?
- Get it yourself!
- Now that's not nice.
No way to treat guests.
Be nice!
(suspenseful music)
- All right, but you needn't
think I'm waiting on you.
- Keep your eye on 'em.
Hey, some set-up
you've got here.
All the mod-cons.
Must've cost you quite
a few nicker.
My old lady'd do her nut
to have a kitchen like this.
Still be a lousy cook of course.
Hamburger and chips.
That's about her mark.
She likes to eat out.
- I'm not surprised if
she's married to you.
- She gets what she wants,
she ain't complaining.
Mind, there's only one problem.
Money.
She loves to spend, spend,
spend.
Gotta give it to her, don't I?
- Does she know how you
get your money?
- Well you don't think
that she thinks
I'm a bank manager, do you?
We got spliced before I
went inside last time.
Five bloody years wasted.
No, I can't leave her again,
can I?
Now then!
What have we got here?
Fuck me, look at this!
Bingo, we've hit the jackpot!
You don't mean to go short,
do you?
- It's called bulk buying,
it's more economical if
you must know!
- Economical, oh.
I'll bet not many people
could afford this little lot.
- It's just a question of
proper planning.
- Is that right?
Well I must tell my missus that.
Well they're not gonna
starve us out!
We could stand a bloody siege,
there must be enough here
to last a month.
Now,
why don't you cook us up
a nice nosh, eh darlin'?
Now, let's see what we'll 'ave.
Chicken.
Leg of lamb.
Hey.
Smoked salmon.
(quirky music)
- How did a boy like you
get involved in
something like this?
- It was just a bit of fun,
like.
- Fun?
Oh you think this is fun,
threatening people in
their own home?
- Yeah, well I
didn't know it was
gonna work out like this, did I?
I mean, it was only a way
of getting some money.
- Why, you need
money that badly?
- Doesn't everybody?
- Do we know how many
people are in there?
- Can't be sure, Sir.
Mr. and Mrs. Hammond,
they've got two children,
but they should be at school.
We're checking.
We don't know how many of
the bandits are in there.
- So all we have to go
on at the moment
is P.C. McLaren's
sighting of the gun,
one voice, and the van.
- That's about it, Sir.
The experts are going over
the van now for fingerprints,
that may tell us something.
- Well, we'd better
reckon on two
of them at any rate, maybe more.
All right?
We'll just sit tight,
and wait for them to
make their move.
- Yeah.
Y'know, that was real smashin'!
I'll bet you make a rare
steak and kidney pie.
I'm gonna recommend
you to my mates.
- Don't bother.
- You know, you should
really thank us,
you're gonna live off
this for years.
Think of all the attention
you're gonna have, hey?
Telly, newspapers, films even.
You'll be able to sell
your story for a fortune.
You should pay me a royalty.
- I don't need that kind
of attention, thank you.
- You should have
something to eat.
She really can cook.
- Ron, I've been thinking.
- Oh Christ, now we're for it.
The Great Brain.
I told you boy, I'll do
all the thinkin'
- No, I mean what do these
mean by "any more harm"?
- What are you talkin' about?
- The bloke, you know, the
copper on the loudspeaker?
Well he said "any more harm".
Well, we haven't done
any have we?
- Yeah, well look he's
only talking.
He's tryin' to con yah.
I told you, you can never
trust a copper.
They're always tryna trick yah.
- How do we know what
happened at that bank?
- Well, he was there.
He should know.
Yeah, what did happen
at that bank?
- I told you.
- Yeah, I know you did.
But you tell us again,
and this time you
keep nothing out.
Go on.
- It was one of my clerks,
he set off the alarm.
- Always has to be some
joker, don't there eh?
Well, so what happened?
- They shot him.
He was only a young man,
not much older than him.
He thought he was doing
his duty and they shot him.
- The stupid bastard.
He shouldn't have interfered,
should he?
Well he asked for it, didn't he?
Shouldn't have tried to
be so clever.
Always someone wants to
be some hero.
- Here look, they can't
blame us for that can they?
Look, we weren't even there!
Ron, look, let's just
get out of here.
- What, and spend a lifetime
in some stinking jail?
Listen kid, we're accessories
whether we was there or not.
They'll pin it on us,
don't you fret.
- How can they?
We was nowhere near the place.
- They'll find a way.
Law always does.
- But that's not fair.
- Fair?
We're not talking about fair.
We're talking about the law!
At least now we know
we've got nothing to lose.
No, don't worry kid.
I'll get you out.
I'll figure a way.
- You're a bigger fool
than I thought you were.
They boy's right, the
house is surrounded.
You can't get away.
- Oh, dry up lady, I don't need
advice from people like you.
(telephone rings)
That's him.
Yeah?
Yeah?
Who is this?
- This is Superintendent Ogilvie
of the Metropolitan Police.
Who am I speaking to?
- Yeah, wouldn't you like
to know, mate?
- [Ogilvie] Are you the
leader of the group?
- Look, look, look,
speak your piece, copper.
What do you want?
- Are you listening?
- Well I'm here, aren't I?
Get on with it.
- Whatever your purpose is,
you can't possibly
achieve anything.
You're holding innocent
people in there.
Let them go, then come out
yourselves, one at a time.
Throw your guns out of
the window first.
We don't want to be shooting,
but we're armed, and if
you start anything
we shall be forced to retaliate.
Now each of you,
come out with your
hands in the air.
- And then what?
- [Ogilvie] Then you'll
be taken into custody
and held, awaiting trial
in the usual way.
- That don't seem much
of a deal to me, copper.
- We are making no deals.
That's the way it has to be.
- Go stuff yourself.
- What did he say?
- Oh, the usual crap.
They expect us to
walk out of here
and fall into their
waiting arms.
- Well what can we do?
There's only us two.
- Well they don't know that,
do they?
There could be four, five,
six of us here for
all they know.
Nah, we gotta keep 'em guessing.
(quirky music)
- We could try turning off the
water and electricity, Sir.
- No.
The family would suffer
as much as anybody.
And we don't know their
state of health.
No, we'll just wait.
They're not going anywhere.
Let them do the sweating.
- Got anything for us, Mr.
Ogilvie?
- Well, you can see for
yourselves, they can't get away.
We have marksmen positioned
all around the house.
- Are you expecting them
to shoot their way out?
- They'd be foolish
if they tried.
No, I would think that
most unlikely.
- What about the hostages
they're holding?
- What about them?
- Are they alright?
- Well, as far as we know.
- How many bandits are
there in there?
- Two at least I should
say, we can't be sure.
Four, possibly five at the most.
- [Woman] Have you
identified them yet?
- No.
The two who took part in
the raid at the bank
were masked.
And apparently, there was
a girl involved.
- [Male Reporter] How
will you flush them out?
- Oh, we're not going to try.
We have all the time
in the world,
and patience always
brings its reward.
- [Male Reporter] Is
there any political
motivation do you think?
- Well that hasn't been
established yet.
- [Woman Reporter] But you've
had communication with them?
Have they made any demands?
- I've spoken with them,
and I've told them there
will be no deals.
If they come out quietly,
there'll be no trouble.
- Do you think that likely when
they've already
committed one murder?
(clock ticking)
(clock chiming)
- I suppose you're feeling
very proud of yourself.
- Proud?
Yes, yes I am.
100,000 nicker.
Now that's not bad for
a day's work, is it?
- Not a thought for
that poor boy
who was murdered, or his family?
- Yeah, well it's a
pity about that.
But the way I see it, he's
only got himself to blame.
I mean getting yourself killed,
that ain't smart, is it?
No way to live.
- He was an honest boy, he
was doing an honest job.
- Now you see, honesty
gets you nowhere.
- Oh god you're impossible.
You twist everything.
You despise anyone who works
for a living, don't you?
- Suckers, that what I call 'em,
but don't ask me, ask him.
He'd like to work,
wouldn't you boy?
- Well nobody's stopping
him if he gets a proper job.
- Yeah, you know something lady?
You have got a big mouth,
and nothing comes out of it.
Don't you ever read
the newspapers?
Don't you ever tell her, hey?
Tell me something, now
would you give him a job?
- He probably doesn't
have the qualifications.
- Qualifications, eh?
Did you hear that missus?
Qualifications.
That is the name of the game!
- If you'd worked harder
when you were at school
and you had the chance,
you might have gained some.
- Oh, bullshit lady.
He don't wanna be no doctor,
or professor.
He just wants a job,
don't you lad?
Three soddin' years since
he left school
and nobody wants him.
- Well I'm not
surprised if he hangs
around with the likes of you!
- Now you leave me out
of it, I'm different.
I know what I'm up to.
But all he wants is a job.
Qualifications?
Now what good are they if
you wanna be a,
wanna be a driver?
So he pulls a stunt like this,
and then another, and
then another.
And you know why?
All because clever sods like
you, you just don't wanna know.
You know, you make me puke.
You are full of shit lady,
just shit!
- Oh, leave it Ron.
- All right.
I'll do,
I'll do something.
I'll get you out of this.
- Don't listen to him, look.
He's just making things
worse for you.
Can't you see that?
- Oh, can it lady.
Christ!
She's the bossy one, isn't she?
Why don't you shut her
mouth before I belt her one!
(dramatic music)
- Mommy, I'm thirsty.
Can I have a drink?
- Yes, of course dear.
Well you can't deny
the boy that?
- Yeah, it's a good idea boy.
I could do with one myself.
Right then squire, where
do you keep it, eh?
Come on now, you can afford it.
Ooh.
What have we got 'ere?
Ooh, now look at this.
Here, you could open a club.
Help yourself.
Thank you, I will.
Oh squire, you're ready
for a right old booze up.
Vodka, brandy, gin.
Cinzano?
Yeah, sounds indecent to me.
It's pronounced Chin-zano,
and I rather like it.
- Oh, well I knew you
had to have some vices.
Well, scotch will do me fine.
- What about my son?
- Well, this is too
rich for him.
Don't want him to turn into
an old boozer like his old man.
- There is some cola
in the kitchen.
- Ooh, that is better.
Well let the girl take him.
No, don't you move.
I don't trust you.
Here, go along with them.
Make sure the little bugger
don't make a run for it.
And careful what you do
with that bird,
we don't want mom shouting
the odds do we?
(telephone rings)
Yeah?
Oh, it's you again.
Yeah, well look.
I'll make you a
little proposition.
Listen!
Can't you listen?!
Look, I got four hostages here,
I'll shoot them one at a
time if you don't listen!
Now that's better.
Now we want a safe
conduct out of here.
Do you hear that?
Look I know one man's
already dead,
but that was nothing
to do with us!
Bloody twisters!
I'll show 'em.
- [Nicola] Do you want some?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
- You don't say much, do you?
- Well there's not much
to say really, is there?
- Is that really how you
got into this,
because you couldn't find work?
- Yeah, I suppose so.
There was nothing
much else to do.
It seemed a pretty good idea.
- What if you get caught?
- I don't really think about it.
I mean you see it on the
telly all the time, don't yah?
Doesn't seem so difficult.
Besides...
- What?
- Well, you think it's never
gonna happen to you, don't yah?
Only I mean, it wasn't as
though I was in the actual raid.
- What did you do before
if you didn't work?
- Y'know, we got up,
walked about a bit.
It was a crowd of us y'know.
We started nicking from
shops and lorries,
that sort of thing.
It was the only thing there was.
Well this came along, it
was a bit of excitement.
- Do you still think that?
- I dunno now.
I dunno.
I mean that bloke
who was killed,
now I had nothin' to do
with that, did I?
- I'm sorry.
- Well it's not your fault.
- I wish there was
something I could do.
We'd better be getting
back I suppose.
- Are you finished?
- Y'know, it's funny.
I thought after we
pull this off,
with the right dough,
I might get somewhere.
Y'know, get started
up somewhere.
Australia perhaps.
I could've got there.
And they say it's pretty easy
to make a decent
living down there.
New Zealand.
South America even.
I mean you only need a chance,
don't ya?
- How about you squire?
You feel like a drink?
- Not right now thank you.
- Oh, look, don't
mind about her.
How about some of your Cinzano,
hey love?
Or don't you drink with
the likes of me?
You know I reckon you'd be a
good screw given
half the chance.
You got good arse on you,
I tell you that.
- Oi!
- Whatsum matter love,
are you frustrated eh?
Are you frustrated?
The old squire not
give you enough?
Now why don't you and me,
we just knock off a quick one,
eh?
I'll show you one or two things,
I promise you that.
Now you know the old saying,
don't ya?
"A fuck a day keeps
old age at bay."
- That's enough!
- We've had enough of this!
Want your head blown off?
You just stay there, chappie.
Now, you don't want me
to lose my cool, do ya?
Now, here's to crime.
Long may it prosper.
Hmm!
Oi kid, help
yourself to a drink.
It's on the 'ouse.
Bank manager's perks.
- I just had some coke.
- Coke?
That's cat's piss.
That'll put hairs on your chest.
Here's lookin' at you, girl.
You fancy her?
- [Boy] I haven't really
thought about it.
- Haven't really
thought about it?
Course you have.
Make you feel horny just lookin'
at her.
- She's all right, yeah.
- All right he says.
Hey, she's real class.
She's not one of your scrubbers
from down the den, hm?
She's only a filly of course.
By god, give her a
couple of years
and she'll lead the field.
You won't have a
chance then boy.
- What are you saying?
- Just doing a bit of
match-making lady,
there's no harm in that.
Since we've got a
little time to kill,
we might as well use it.
- Don't be ridiculous.
She's not interested in him.
- What, he's not good enough?
Hey, boy.
You want her?
- Don't you dare touch her.
- Now Wendy girl, you
behave yourself.
You wanna live to be a
grandmother don't ya?
- She's only a child, she's,
she's 16.
- Sweet 16 and never been, eh?
Well, now's her big chance.
Where I come from,
they're old pro's at 16.
- Where you come from I'm
not surprised, you're scum!
- Them harsh words lady,
harsh words.
- Well, don't just sit
there, do something.
- Like what?
Getting his head blown off?
- Well you can't just sit there,
she's your daughter.
They're going to rape her,
don't you see?
- Rape?
Now who said
anything about rape?
Christ!
She don't half rabbit on, eh?
How do you stand it?
Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.
Don't she ever stop?
- Oh, you savage!
You disgusting, despicable pig!
- Oh lay off, love!
You're jealous!
You know that?
Now don't you worry, your
turn will come.
I will see to you personal.
How do you like it?
Rough I bet.
It's all the same with
these prissy birds,
you're about to get down to it,
and they're worse than
Piccadilly whores!
- Look, be reasonable.
Let's discuss this rationally.
You can see she's only a child.
- Only a child?
Phew.
She looks ready to me!
All right for a bit of
the old one-two?
How about it love?
You fancy a tickle?
- Stop it!
She doesn't know what
you're talking about!
- Course she does!
Look at her!
She's been eyeing him
ever since we came in.
She can't keep her eyes off him.
Go on kid.
Take Snow White upstairs
and show her what's what.
- You leave her alone!
- Why?
Well what are you
saving her for?
Some snotty nose bank clerk?
- I don't know Ron.
- Ah, come on.
Now what are you waiting for?
It's Christmas.
It's a present.
She's free 'n knowing.
- Well, it doesn't seem right.
- Fuck me!
It's on a plate!
Get up them stairs!
- You stay here Nicola.
I won't let you!
(Martin groaning)
God!
- What were you sayin' squire?
Now then, why don't you go
and enjoy yourself
while you can?
Tomorrow it might be too late!
- Oh Nicola baby, you can't,
you can't.
- Of course she can!
She's gonna love him for it.
Go on kids.
Have fun.
(slow light music)
- My baby.
(Wendy sobbing)
My baby.
- There'll be red letters
in her diary today!
Hey, what say we settle
down and watch some telly?
With a bit of luck we might
find something interesting?
(light gentle music)
(chimes chiming)
- D'you?
- [Male On TV] Initial entry.
There are now
some 27
jumped.
And this is against the
clock from the start.
This magnificent gray horse
comes up to a big spread fence,
which is the first fence.
(light gentle music)
- Have you done this before?
Will you love me?
Will you show me?
You won't hurt me, will you?
Tell me what to do.
- [Male On TV] Over the
circular wall,
and then the little
ornamental gate
at a rather awkward angle.
Now she comes up to
the combination.
A one stride and then
two strides.
- Please don't hurt me.
- Oh, who wants to see
bloody horses prancing about?
Ah, that's it.
Yeah, that's better.
That's more like it.
- I think it's his only
one machine gun up there.
- Right?
- Yeah.
- I'll get word back to Klasky.
Keep 'em busy.
(gun firing)
- Show me.
Tell me how.
I want to learn.
(Nicola moaning)
- Attaboy kid, you
give it to 'em.
- You enjoy seeing people hurt,
don't you?
- Well they asked for it,
didn't they?
- Hey you think you got
a private war?
- No, I think there's
enough to go around.
(light gentle music)
- Oh no, no please, it hurts,
no please.
- That's it.
Look at him, the kid's only 19
he's really ripping into him.
That's the stuff kid,
you show 'em.
- That's your idea of
fun I suppose?
- Look lady, if there
were a few more wars,
we wouldn't be doing this.
That's the trouble today,
there are no decent
wars to fight.
If there was, we'd
all be heroes.
- Or dead.
- Oh, that's good.
Oh, it feels so good.
Is it always like this?
(gun firing)
- [Male On TV] That did it!
- Oh, that's so good.
Oh, I feel so good.
Be kind to me.
(light gentle music)
I want.
Please, please.
I love you, love you.
Do you love me?
Oh yes.
That's wonderful.
Oh.
Oh kiss me.
Kiss me hard.
Harder.
Harder.
(chimes chiming)
(Nicola moaning)
I want you.
Yes, I want.
Please, hurt me.
Hurt me!
(dramatic music)
(Nicola moaning)
(gun firing)
Thank you.
I always wondered what it
would be like.
- Bang, bang!
- Jamie?
Jamie, where are you!
Jamie?
Jamie, where are you?
(Wendy gasps)
Jamie.
(suspenseful music)
Jamie, what are you doing?
Come down here.
- Hands up!
- You'd better drop
that gun kiddo.
- Hands up, or I'll shoot!
- You don't cover me up, do ya?
Get him down here!
- Stop playing Jamie,
and come down.
- [Jamie] Hands up,
or I'll shoot!
- Better not kid, you don't
wanna get killed do ya?
- Listen to me Jamie.
Put the gun down
It's not a toy.
- But Daddy, I can save you.
- Put it down!
It isn't a game.
(gun fires)
- I could have shot him Mommy.
I could have shot him.
- Oh yes.
Oh yes darling.
And you were very brave.
- Stupid I call it,
letting a boy play with a gun.
Likely to get himself dead,
that's no way to live.
- Yes, killing little
boys is about your mark.
- Listen lady he's your son,
you shoulda looked
after him better!
And what's the matter with
you, you got a death wish?
Letting a little kid take
a gun from you!
- [Officer] All right now,
get back.
Come along.
Back, further.
Right, back.
- You should whack
him one missus,
that's the only way
they ever learn.
- Is that the way you learned?
- My old man walloped me so much
my nickname was "black eye".
- It didn't seem to do
you much good.
- Well at least it
taught me if I don't
look after myself,
nobody else will.
(telephone rings)
Yeah?
- What's going on in there?
- What do you think, copper?
We're having a ball.
Ere, do you wanna
come and join us?
- Well what was that
noise we heard?
- Noise?
What noise?
- It sounded like a shot.
- Nah, shot?
(TV gun firing)
Must be the telly.
All these war films they
keep on showing.
(TV exploding)
Hey, you hear me now?
- Is anybody hurt?
Do you need anything?
- [Ron] Look copper we've got
all the comforts of home here.
What more could we want?
- Somebody might want
medical attention.
- That's right, we might.
But we don't.
So cool it copper, you
ain't gonna get in that way.
- It's getting late.
Come on now, give yourselves up.
- What?
What'd you say?
I can't quite hear ya.
It's gone very quiet in here.
- Doh, come along now.
Be reasonable.
You know you can't hope
to achieve anything.
Make it easy on yourselves.
And on those people you
are holding in there.
Give yourselves up.
- Make it easy for you,
you mean.
Now you listen, copper.
If you're so worried about us,
I'll tell you what the deal is.
- [Officer] I've told you,
there will be no deals.
- Listen, goddamn ya!
Jesus, don't you ever listen?
Alright?
Okay.
We want a car.
Now, we got four hostages
in here, right?
Two of us will come out
with two of them.
And the other two will
stay here with our mates,
and guarantee that nothing
happens to us, right?
Nobody follows us, see?
Now we keep the two hostages,
until we hear our mates
are away too.
If not, you'll find 'em in a
ditch somewhere, very dead.
You understand that?
Hello?
Hey, you still there?
Hey, what about it then?
- What sort of car do you want?
- Ere, you call yourself a
driver, what sort of car?
- A Jag I suppose.
- A Jag?
You got Jags on the brain,
you berk.
They'll spot that a
couple of miles away.
- His car's outside.
- Smart, yeah.
Bank manager's car.
They won't have time to
tamper with that.
'Ere, you hear that?
Yeah, well we'll take the
bank manager's car outside.
You make sure that it's
got a full tank.
And the road's clear.
No tricks mind ya.
Right, we'll be ready
in 15 minutes.
Coppers.
Give me a pain in the arse.
(suspenseful music)
Alright then.
Here's what we do.
We take the two birds,
you'll like a little trip
with loverboy.
Call it your honeymoon.
- You're not taking
anybody without me.
- Oh, well you leave
me no choice.
(Martin grunting)
Tie him up.
- I'm not going with you.
- Oh, is that right lady?
We'll see.
- I am not going to
leave my home.
- All set, Sir.
- Good.
Now remember, nobody
makes a move
without my signal.
There are innocent
lives at stake.
Understood?
- Sir.
- All right.
Give them the okay.
- You inside the house,
this is the police.
Everything's ready.
You can come out.
- Make sure he's secure.
- Well this should hold him.
- Well gag him!
- That won't be necessary.
- Oh, what are you gonna do,
give me your word of honor?
- [Martin] If that's
what you want!
- You make me scream.
Gentleman's honor?
I wouldn't take the
word of the Pope!
Gag him!
(suspenseful music)
- Oh, you will pay for this!
- I wouldn't take no bets lady,
you won't be alive to collect.
Now, now it's the
little boy's turn.
- Well you're not
gonna tie him up?
- You don't think I'm gonna
let him run around loose do ya?
- He's just a little boy,
he won't do any harm.
- He's already tried, hasn't he?
Now he won't get hurt
if he behaves himself.
- Oh Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,
please!
God you!
- You didn't know
you was married
to a regular tigress, did yah?
Don't worry, I'll
tame her for yah.
(Jamie grunting)
Alright then go on,
put him in the cupboard,
come on.
Out you get.
- No no!
- [Wendy] It's dark in there!
- The dark won't kill him.
Go on then, get him in there.
- Oh, you bastard!
(suspenseful music)
(Jamie grunting)
- Right, that's it!
I've just about had
enough of you!
You shut your fucking gob!
Come 'ere!
- I hope they kill you!
- I ain't ready to die yet lady,
but you remember one thing,
if they kill me, they
also kill you.
Now that'll keep you quiet.
- [Officer] Come along.
I've told you before.
Move right back.
You don't want to get hurt now,
do you?
Move back.
- Look, put your mask on,
you wanna give the game away?
- Oh look for Christ sake,
Ron it's over!
- Listen to me!
Now look, you take the skirt
and I'll take the old lady.
Now this is what you do.
You take her out real
close to you
as you get outside the door.
Keep the gun against her head.
Move very slowly to the car.
When you get there, you
get in first.
You listening to me?
And then you pull her
in after yah.
Check everything.
Check the ignition, check
the petrol, check everything.
And when it's okay,
you give me a
couple of toots on that horn.
Alright?
- But what if it's not
okay out there?
- You listen to me!
It's gonna be all right.
I've planned it all
out haven't I?
Look, they're not gonna do
nothin' when you got the girl!
Now get out!
- Oh, mommy, mommy.
Oh daddy!
- Put your mask on I said!
Now hold it.
All right copper!
Douse those lights, we're comin'
out!
(chimes chiming)
Alright, go on, out you go.
Keep that gun up.
Go on.
- [Boy] Come on, slowly now.
I don't wanna hurt you.
We're gonna be all right.
- What's your name?
Tell me your name.
- [Boy] Come on, we're
gonna make it.
We're gonna make it,
we'll be all right.
(Nicola sobbing)
(ignition grinds)
(engine starts)
(horn honking)
- Okay love bird, this is
your big scene.
Now you try and be clever
and your husband will
be a widower.
Cheerio squire, don't cash
any dud checks!
Here we go, nice and easy.
Just like my old man
used to say.
(muffled shouting)
Get over here!
Hey, open it up, it's locked!
Come on!
Get down in 'ere!
Come on!
(suspenseful music)
Come on.
A dream.
You need to step on it.
Let's get out of here.
Let's get rich.
(slow light music)
(gears grind)
Christ, get into gear yah dummy!
Let's go!
(gears grind)
(gun firing)
Fuckin' cops!
They twisted us!
I'll kill 'em!
I'll show 'em, c'mon!
Stand back!
(gun firing)
Get back here, come!
Get back here!
Right, give it!
(gun firing)
(Ron grunting)
(somber music)
(Wendy sobbing)
- What's your name?
Please, tell me your name.
[sobbing]
- [Officer] Recognize him?
- Look what you've done.
You've killed him you bastards.
You didn't have to kill him.
You didn't give him a chance.
(Nicola sobbing)
- Well, let's get it
cleaned up shall we?
I'll be at home if you want me.
- Very good, Sir.
Good night Sir.
(camera clicking)
- [Male] Hold it!
Look at me.
Look at me, this way love.
- [Male] Over here, over here!
- [Male] That's it, great!
Keep it going.
- [Male] Hold it.
- [Male] This way love.
- Keep it going.
Look up!
Terrific!
- [Male] Another one,
just another one.
Just like that!
- [Male] That's it!
Great, great, now look at me!
Terrific!
- [Male] C'mon, keep it going.
Another one!
And another one.
- [Male] Hold it!
(solemn dramatic music)