Hustle (2004–2012): Season 8, Episode 6 - The Con Is Off - full transcript
The final series comes to a dramatic conclusion when Mickey proposes taking on their most dangerous "Mark" yet. In the Team's sights is Madani Wasem, who inherits his fathers Bahraini business. Unpopular with the Company directors, who have prevented him taking control, he operates using violence and threats to get what he wants. He has to prove he can make money for the Company before the Board will let him take control and this is what Mickey intends exploiting. Mickey and the Team risk everything to complete the con with a surprise or two along the way.
Come on, Albert!
Mickey Bricks, if you've ever been brilliant,
please be brilliant now.
Gentlemen!
I know what you're thinking...
but, er...
I guess...
most of you must have thought that...
one day it would end like this.
- Oh, you did not just say that!
- It is a well-known fact.
- Well-known by who?
- Everyone.
- Not me.
- That's because you're a bird.
Mickey?
Look, leave me out of this.
How can you say that women
are more argumentative than men?
- It's a well-known fact.
- No, it's not.
- See?
- See what?
I just happened to mention that women
are more argumentative than men,
- and you've done nothing but argue since.
- I was discussing.
- Yeah, well, what's the difference?
- One is arguing, and the other one...
isn't.
Way to go, sis.
You baffled him with logic.
He knows what I mean.
Look, Eddie,
do you think I'm argumentative?
- You are a bit, yeah.
- No, I'm not.
- I wasn't arguing.
- No, she was discussing, you see?
- They do a lot of that, birds, don't they?
- Yeah, they do. Mmm.
- Mmm.
- Oh, all right.
You can be so annoying,
really, all of you.
Well, looks like you were right,
he arrived last evening.
Who did?
Our new mark.
Madani Wasem.
Came to London in the 80s
to retrace his father's footsteps
and accept a place at Oxford University.
He graduated with a degree in economics,
before returning to Bahrain to take his place
on the board of his father's company,
the Gulf Partnership.
Wasem was spending
the evening with friends
when he heard of his father's death
five weeks ago.
It's party time!
So they didn't get on then?
He'd lived his entire life
in his father's shadow,
he was overheard telling
an aide at the funeral
that he'd spent his entire adult life
waiting for him to die.
- Oh, what a charmer.
- How much did he get?
North of 850 million.
He got the family money
and his father's shares,
but he has no real power.
His father was respected, but he isn't.
And the board of Gulf Partnership quickly
closed ranks to stop him taking control,
which left Wasem
with a bit of a chip on his shoulder.
Oh, poor love.
They see him for what he is.
Little more than a thug.
He doesn't earn respect, he buys it,
using his wealth to surround himself
with people who will do whatever he asks.
Including an enforcer,
someone who will kill
or torture on demand.
The man who led the move to stop Wasem
taking control of his father's company
was found with his throat cut
in his own bathroom
by his ten-year-old daughter
yesterday afternoon.
Wasem has been linked to two similar
killings since his father's death,
and a long list of business associates,
being beaten
and having their families threatened.
- Question.
- Go on.
We usually spend our time
staying away from people like this.
- Why are we going after him?
- I think he's too good to pass up.
He's been making his way around
Europe, playing the markets.
For anyone that openly opposes him,
he uses violence,
but he knows that,
to take control of his father's company,
he has to prove to the shareholders
he has his father's flair for making money.
So far, he's played the markets
in Greece, Turkey, Spain, and Portugal,
making a hefty profit in each.
Now he's in London,
and he'll be looking for a broker.
Why travel?
You can buy shares anywhere.
That's one of the lessons he actually
learned from his father,
local knowledge is the key
to making a good return.
So he flies in, talks to whoever he can,
tries to find an inside track,
and then buys through a local broker.
So what kind of money
are we talking about?
In Spain, he invested six million euros.
He is very definitely high-risk,
but with that comes high rewards.
Well... l'm in.
Ash?
Well, you know me.
Where you go, I go.
- Albert?
- Yeah, all right.
It would be rude not to.
Good. Then let's go get him.
It is done.
How?
His throat cut from ear to ear
while he sat. In the restroom.
It's very appropriate.
You know, the last thing he said to me...
was that my only chance
of regaining my father's company...
had gone down the toilet.
There was a problem.
His wife ran to a neighbour,
the police shut off the streets,
our enforcer was trapped.
- Was he arrested?
- No. They shot him.
He is dead.
Replace him.
- So what's going on?
- Truth?
- Always.
- I'm tired, Albert.
Take a break.
I don't think a fortnight in Vegas
is gonna cure it this time.
Well, so take a year, two.
It's not that easy. What about you?
Ash? Sean and Emma?
We're all big enough
to take care of ourselves.
No, we're a crew. A family.
We don't walk out on each other.
So this guy isn't just another mark?
He's your retirement fund?
Marks like this one
don't come along very often.
No, they don't.
So maybe everything we've done
has been leading us to this point.
One big mark, our very own lottery win.
Then we can all walk away on top,
money in our pockets.
He could kill you.
Well, then we make that
a risk worth taking.
- Oh, Emma, shopping list.
- Ooh, my kind of job.
Anything new there, Em?
Yeah. His favourite buys
are gas and oil,
but he hates new media,
pharmaceuticals, retail companies.
The thing he loves best is an edge,
something that sets him ahead
from everybody else.
Then that's exactly what we'll give him.
Sean, let's see how long we've got.
He's got a private plane,
but check with the service company,
see when he's due to leave.
- Yeah, gotcha.
- How are things going?
IT's going live now,
bank account's set up,
I'm still working on the hardware
but I think I can crack it.
Great.
We're in.
Yeah. I hear you. Yeah.
No, no, no. Sure.
No, listen, we wait. We wait until
New York opens in the morning,
because if the Dow Jones rallies
we'll get more action here. Yeah.
My clients have very specific targets
with, er, zero risk attached.
Yes, I said zero.
Uh-huh, but, no...
But listen, we wait.
We wait until the very last moment
and then we buy fast,
before anyone else gets wind
of what we're buying.
No one else in London will get close.
All right, call you later. Bye.
It's too much.
Would you relax. This is still peanuts.
We could move up to 10 million
before anyone else
starts asking questions.
Well, I'm not so sure.
I think it's all happening too fast.
What if they realise
why we buy what we do?
They won't. How could they?
All right? Relax. Breathe!
Have some wine, try the T-bone.
It's to die for.
- Gentlemen. Forgive me.
- Yes?
My employer, Madani Wasem,
was on the next table
and couldn't help overhear you
talking about your business.
You trade on
the London stock markets, no?
Er, I'm sorry. Why are we
having this conversation?
Mr Wasem is in London
for a short time,
and he would very much like to invite you
to visit him at his hotel.
He believes you may find such a visit
to be mutually beneficial.
- He said what?
- That he did not do home visits.
And should you wish to talk to him
then to do so during office hours.
Did you tell this William Cole who I was?
- Yes, sir.
- And?
He said that he had heard of your father.
There's a fine line between piquing
someone's interest
and being so rude they never want to
set eyes on you again.
- True.
- But do you think he'll call?
He's a bully. It upsets him when people
don't do what he wants them to.
Evening, all.
- What's that?
- What's what?
- The cable.
- What cable?
Oh, this! Oh! Well it depends
on how you look at it,
you see, to the untrained eye, this is
just a six-foot length of fibre-optic cable.
But in the right hands,
and with a bit of razzle dazzle,
this is the beating heart
of the British economy.
He call yet?
Playing hard to get
never worked for me either.
We've found a London broker
who can oversee all our purchases.
OK, I think we might need a boost.
Bloody marvellous,
the man's a miracle worker.
Invested 40k, got a 60% return
inside of three days.
- That's incredible.
- Someone must be giving him an edge.
- What's his name again?
- Cole. William Cole.
Don't they call him Golden Balls
or such like?
- That's the chappie.
- Can you get me in to see him?
Well, I'll try, old son,
but he's quite exclusive.
Mind you, not hard to see why.
You won't make it ring by looking at it.
Maybe I called it wrong.
No, you're just wound up.
I mean, most of the time,
when a mark's just a mark,
you get a set-back, you don't panic,
you take it in your stride.
It's only cos this one's more important.
Sorry, I don't get you.
- How long have I known you, Mick?
- Twenty years?
And in all that time,
you've played the odds.
Avoided marks like this Wasem bloke
like the plague.
So I figure if that's no longer the case,
then either you've got a death wish -
in which case I'm not sure
why you have to take me with you -
or...
he's a special kind of mark.
The kind of mark who'll give you enough
money to get out of the game forever.
- Am I that easy to read?
- Yeah, a doddle, always have been.
I should have known.
You can't kid a kidder.
No, that's bollocks, you can kid anyone.
Except a mate.
Whatever you do is all right with me.
- Do you mean that?
- I wouldn't have said it otherwise.
Just don't go getting
all soppy on me, all right?
Anyway, to tell the truth, I'm not getting any
younger and I'm fed up with carrying you.
- Well, yes.
- Yeah.
Although, none of this makes a blind bit
of difference if he doesn't call.
Time for plan B?
- William Cole.
- Mr Cole, this is Madani Wasem.
Well, let me check my diary.
No, sorry, I can't do noon.
Yeah, yeah, I can do 12:30.
OK, yeah, see you then.
Yeah, it's me. We're in.
Thank you, Emma.
I swear that girl could scam a space shuttle
if she set her mind to it.
You know, long before "con"
became a dirty word,
all it stood for was "confidence".
And what's so bad about that?
Now I'm not saying that
all my peers are angels, far from it.
But whatever industry you work in,
be it an office, or a hospital,
or a road gang,
I guarantee you'll have
your share of rogues, too.
We're criminals because we work
outside the law. Fine.
But what we do,
we can't do without greed.
Take Madani Wasem, for instance.
Now he could buy his stocks and his shares
just like everyone else.
Pay the same price, take the same risk.
If he did, there's no way
we could touch him.
Honestly, do you think
we could do what we do
if he wasn't looking for an edge?
If he wasn't looking for something
that gave him an unfair
advantage over everyone else?
No. It's his greed that
makes him fair game.
All we do is feed that greed.
And the greedier he is,
the more we can take him for.
All we need to do now...
is plan things and cover all the angles
so there are no surprises.
- So, how are we doing?
- Yeah, good to go.
Sean's out front,
he'll give us a heads up when they're here.
- We doing a convincer?
- I thought I'd freeze him out.
Do you think that's a good idea?
The more we drive him mad,
the more he'll want to break us.
Yeah, I get the logic, but this is a mark
who has people killed, Mick,
and your strategy is pissing him off.
I know what I'm doing.
Yeah?
He's here.
And he's got some bird with him.
What bird?
"Fit" doesn't help, Sean.
Any clue who she is, what she does?
No, no, it's OK, send 'em up.
If you'd just like to take the elevator up
to the sixth floor,
somebody will meet you there.
Thank you.
Mr Wasem?
Perfect, right this way, please.
Don't worry! Don't worry, OK?
Listen, when you get back, all right,
just call me
and we'll talk about it. OK?
- OK.
- OK! Good, good.
Mr Wasem. Very pleased to meet you.
This is my broker whilst I'm in London,
Yvonne Hammond.
- Ms Hammond.
- A pleasure.
So. Well, look, we can, er...
- Henry, for God's sake, leave it, get out!
- I'm sorry.
Get out! Out! Come on!
- How quick can you leave?
- Out. Come on.
Terribly sorry about that.
Must be "Hire a cretin week"!
You stay.
I've been hearing a lot of
good things about you, Mr Cole.
Oh?
People are very impressed
with the returns you've achieved,
and in such a short space of time.
Well, that's the beauty
of the markets, isn't it?
I mean, if you're well informed
and you're... you're quick enough,
all things are possible.
They talk to you
like you're the lowest form of life.
They wanna know where you are
every minute of every day, you know?
"Run here, go there, do this, move that."
Then all they do
is treat you like a muppet.
I mean, I know everything he does
and how he does it.
I know how he makes his money and
why everyone thinks he's Golden Bollocks.
What do I get for it?
Nothing. Just abuse.
I don't suppose your bloke's
got any jobs going, has he?
I do IT, you know.
Information exchange systems.
I don't think so.
Yeah, well if you hear of anything,
let us know, eh?
I'd love to be able to tell him
where to stick his job.
Mr Wasem is in London for three days
and whilst he's here, he's very keen
to make some investments.
And?
He would be very interested to hear
if you have any advice to give him.
After discussing your fee, of course.
We do some business, yes?
- Ah.
- Ah?
Er, awkward!
I have a waiting list.
- You have a waiting list?
- Yes.
- Do you know who I am?
- Yes, yes, but even so.
We understand that you must
have a very long list
of people eager to do business
with you, Mr Cole,
but we're equally sure that you could
find a way to make
an exception for Mr Wasem?
He asked me to wait in line!
I could go back in there
and speak to him.
No! Screw him!
You. Screw you.
I will crush you.
Get the car.
I don't think he's very happy.
I do not know what you said to him
but he was not pleased.
What have I missed?
- Does anyone know she was in London?
- No.
I mean,
we didn't know she was in the game,
but did she know we were?
She can't have known.
Sorry, I've definitely missed something
here, like a meeting, or something?
- We need to talk to her.
- Do we know where to find her?
No. But she knows where to find us.
- Hey! You'll never guess what!
- Stacie's here.
How does he...
How does he do that?
Mickey! Oh!
Your face was a picture!
Never thought I'd see you speechless.
- Well, it was a bit of a shock.
- I'm sorry.
- Ash!
- Hello, darlin'. Long time.
Albie!
You look magnificent
and you feel even better.
Stacie, this is Emma
and Sean Kennedy.
- Hi.
- Hello.
- You all right?
- Ash has told me all about you.
He called occasionally.
Yeah, well, I'm not good with small talk.
- Yes, so I noticed.
- Where's Danny?
Oh, he fell in love with a cocktail waitress
in Santa Monica,
they were planning a summer wedding,
choosing names for their children.
Then her husband found out.
Last I heard,
they were heading for Vegas.
- Apparently, Danny had a plan.
- Yeah, I bet he did.
OK. So how long
have you been back,
why didn't you tell us you were coming,
and how long you staying?
A girl can't answer that
many questions without a drink.
I'll kill him.
I'll wipe every trace of him off the earth.
Now, you...
go and shoot him.
It's the UK, sir.
We can't carry guns.
Where's my enforcer?
I have found someone.
A Ukrainian, Alex Klukas,
he was recommended to me
by one of our men.
He has the details.
But there may also be another way.
- So what you playing?
- Nothing fancy,
just thought I'd siphon
off the top of whatever he invested,
get 10 or 20 grand and disappear.
- That's when you ran into us.
- Exactly.
Have you any idea
how angry you made him?
Yeah, I think so.
I don't know how
far along you are, Mickey,
but I'd think seriously
about walking away from this one.
- Why?
- There's just something about him.
He's not a very nice man.
Everyone's frightened of him.
Well, I've never met a nice mark yet.
No, it's more than that.
We know he uses a hit man.
He knocked some bloke off two days ago.
- Exactly.
- We know what he's capable of.
- It's a calculated risk.
- So are you going back?
- I don't know.
- It ain't gonna hurt,
- having you on the inside, Stace.
- That's true.
As far as I can see, all you've done so far
is wind him up and make him furious.
Look, he's a bully.
So we take away his control,
take away his power,
make him feel small.
And then when he's ready to burst...
We find a way to give him
that control back.
How?
Just like that. Oh, ho, ho.
Hello?
We don't have to do this, you know,
we could bring him in another way.
Yes, Mum.
- I mean it.
- I'll be OK.
Well, look, just tell him what he wants
to know quickly, don't string it out.
Look, this is our convincer, if he doesn't
have to work for it, he won't believe it.
- I know, but, you can make sure...
- Will you just stop?
I've been to the toilet,
I've washed me hands
and I've got a clean hankie, all right?
- All right.
- Don't wait up.
- Hello, how are you?
- Good, thanks.
- Barir said something about a job?
- Yeah, of course.
- Think of this as a job interview.
- Right. OK.
Now, Barir tells me that you know
how Mr Cole selects his investments.
Er, yeah, well, kind of.
- But I'm not sure I should talk about that.
- Oh?
Well, it's not part of my job, not really.
I do IT, you see.
I've, erm, brought my CV.
There you go.
Let me ask you the question...
in a different way.
You know how he selects
his investments?
I know what he does,
I heard him talking to the Yank,
but I don't know how.
Look, I swear, I don't know.
I know what his edge is,
I know why he never loses any money,
but how the whole thing works,
the mechanics, only he knows that.
You will tell me... everything
you know about William Cole
and how he selects his investments.
Everything. Every detail.
You leave nothing out.
Do you understand?
Oh, Jesus.
I think he's convinced.
I'm not going to meet you.
Sorry, sir, you don't have
an appointment!
I don't need one.
- What do you think you're doing?
- Sit down and shut up!
I'm so sorry, they wouldn't listen to me.
Call security.
Call whoever you want,
you piece of shit.
Cos the second
after you throw me out,
I'm gonna tell the police about
how you are intercepting data
from the London Stock Exchange.
Which would put you out of business
and into prison.
- Sir?
- Erm...
Yeah, it's, er, it's OK, Alice.
Take the rest of the day off.
Close the door behind you.
Now he wants a meeting!
Now he wants to talk!
Well, maybe...
I don't want to do business.
- Maybe I got a waiting list.
- Look, I didn't mean to offend you.
No? Well, I'm about to offend you.
Talk to him.
Mr Wasem is a very reasonable man
and has no wish for things to be
anything other than cordial.
It's very lucky for you
I'm a reasonable man, you horse's ass.
But he insists that
you show him how the data
is intercepted
and how you use this data
to choose which investments you make.
Before I do anything at all,
I want to know how
you came by this information.
That is none of your business.
You just show me... how it works.
But I can't do that,
because there are other people involved.
Let me explain something to you,
Mr Golden Balls,
it would give me great pleasure
to just tell the police
everything I know and I can go home.
Or I can forget about the police
and just shoot you
and everyone you love in the head.
The only thing that is
stopping me from doing that
is the thought that
I can make some money here.
So you,
you got a very simple choice.
You can either show me
how the interception works
or you can go to prison
or you'll be dead.
All right, but I'll need some time.
Of course.
You have a minute.
Have you gone insane?
- I had no choice, they know.
- How?
That doesn't matter.
All that's important... is that you show me
what I came to see.
I'm sorry.
There's no other way.
This is it?
This cable carries a live feed
into the Stock Exchange building next door.
Six months ago, there was a fault in
the system and George here was sent over
from the American company in Houston
who supplied the software.
His team had to, erm, dig up the cable
so that they could fit
a new digital transcoder unit.
When we did, I realised, with an
exposed cable and the right software,
we could manipulate the data
that passes through it.
This is a hard drive.
It records all of the data coming in
and holds it up for nine-tenths of a second
before playing it on down the line.
- To the Stock Exchange?
- Exactly.
It holds it up long enough
for us to analyse it,
and identify any major shifts,
trends, or movements,
before playing it on
to the stock exchange boards.
It's also hooked up
to our trading account,
so it can make purchases based
on those calculations.
Wait. You're saying
you can analyse the data
and actually purchase stocks
before the Stock Exchange
gets the same information?
- That's exactly what I'm saying.
- But that's... that's genius.
Can this be done?
Well, if what they're saying is true...
- It's absolutely the truth.
- And there's no risk. Ever.
We only ever buy stock
we know is going to rise.
And presumably you can off-load
before anyone else, if it starts to go down?
We don't hold on to it that long,
we just make our profits and get out.
OK, I'm in.
You're in? In for what?
You will make investments for me.
Look, I'm sorry, it's not that simple.
I heard you in the restaurant.
You said you have
a capacity for 10 million.
Well, yes, I mean, that's the top end
of our buying power, but...
But what?
Well, look,
even if we had that kind of money -
which, by the way, we don't -
we'd never go over a million.
We don't want to draw
attention to ourselves.
That's because you're a horse's ass!
- You will invest the full ten million.
- Ten million?
Hedge fund managers
invest hundreds of millions in a day,
why would anyone notice ten?
Because we're private brokers
trading for private investors.
Then you buy the stock in my name,
no one will question
that level of investment... if it's from me.
You take my ten million, you double it.
Look, I'd need
all the money in the account.
- And the returns?
- They'd go to the same account.
Miss Hammond
will put everything in place.
Look, I don't know, we'd have to
program in a new trading account,
- and re-set the buying criteria.
- Then do it.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
what do we get out of this, huh?
Yeah, I mean,
we still get our commission, right?
Er, 22%. Cash.
- 5%.
- What?
Perhaps the experience
will teach you some manners.
You call me when it's ready.
OK, once the money
is in the trading account,
I want two men watching Cole
around the clock.
Yes, sir.
I want you to learn
how they program the machine.
Me? Why?
Because once you can use it,
I'll have no further use for Cole
and the old man.
Er... Wait.
I-I don't mind bending the rules
to make money -
the City is corrupt, anyway -
but...
I won't be a party to murder.
Would you rather I asked someone else?
Because then I wouldn't need you, either.
- No.
- Then just do it.
Call my enforcer, get him on a plane.
- OK, time to bail out.
- You what?
He wants me to learn
how to program the machine.
So that he can have you killed.
Well, that's kind of what we expected.
He told Barir to call the enforcer
and, whatever you do,
he's not gonna let you out of his sight.
I know.
From tomorrow morning, he'll have
two of his guards on you full-time.
Even if you pull this off,
you'll never get away clean.
This is wicked!
Without a doubt, this is one of
the coolest things I've ever tried on!
I actually look like I can swim
faster than a shark!
- You all right, Stace?
- Hi.
Just for the record,
this isn't an accurate representation
of my underwear.
- Pleased to hear it.
- Good.
He's got issues,
from when he was a baby.
I do not have issues!
Mickey... I don't like it.
- It feels wrong.
- What about the money?
He's having it transferred
first thing tomorrow morning,
before the markets open.
He's also bringing 500,000 in cash,
which is your commission
if you double him up.
OK.
I tell you someone's planning to have
you killed and all you say is "OK"?
You're taking ten million
from this man, Mickey.
He's not gonna just put it down
to experience and walk away.
I know Wasem won't just walk away.
Which is why it's a good reason
for us all to lay low for a bit.
So, I was thinking,
when this job is done...
we should... take a break.
- Go our separate ways for a while.
- How long's "a while"?
Who knows?
I thought it best not to make plans.
I was gonna talk to you about this
when the job was done, but...
it seems now is as good a time as any.
So that's why we're taking this job?
It's walking-away money?
- If you want to call it that.
- That's it, then?
One last job and we're finished, huh?
I've always thought it was
a good idea to quit while you're ahead.
I think ten million qualifies
as being ahead.
This is the question.
If you didn't take this break...
would you still do the job?
If I'm honest?
No, I wouldn't.
And I wouldn't blame any one of you
that wanted to walk away right now.
But come on!
The money comes in tomorrow.
Our play is that the City of London Police
has had us under surveillance.
Ash has already lined up a dozen grifters
and all the vehicles.
We get ourselves arrested,
but we let Wasem get away.
He'll run straight to the airport,
desperate to leave the country.
He'll think the money
has been impounded,
there's nothing to keep him here,
whereas we, on the other hand,
will cash in and be long gone
by the time the dust settles.
It will work. Trust me.
Hello.
We have a job.
Stay in your room,
I will send over a package.
- You OK?
- Yeah.
- So it must be nice to see Stacie again.
- Yeah, yeah, it is.
Yeah, Ash told me that you two, erm...
you were quite close for a while.
Yeah, we were.
- Yeah, you go back a long way.
- Yeah, that's right.
So this, er, whole... break thing,
you know, the whole, erm...
"going our own way" thing.
Only...
it's a bit sudden and it's a bit, like...
Stacie turning up the way she has...
I just... I was wondering if the two things
were related in any way?
It's just curiosity, really.
It's a good job I'm not a cat.
- No, the thing... the thing is...
- No, it's not.
- It's not what?
- Related.
- OK.
- It's just...
I wanna live a normal life for a while.
Get to know people for who they are.
Not constantly look at them
and see if they'd make a great mark or not.
- So it's more like a holiday, really?
- Yeah, I guess so.
Yeah, so we can still, you know, like...
meet up and spend time together
and... and chill.
- I'd like that.
- Me too.
Cos then the whole work thing
wouldn't be there any more, would it?
No, it wouldn't.
And if everything goes right tomorrow,
then, you know, we'll be stinking rich.
Yes, we will.
So, at some point, we could be talking...
you and me and a desert island
and, like, a...
couple of million in the bank
or something.
That doesn't sound too shabby, does it?
No, it doesn't.
OK, good.
Great, well, then I'll just leave you
to your thinking.
I just thought I'd ask.
I'm really glad you did.
OK, so you go when Albert calls Nick
to give him the thumbs up.
Hard and fast, OK? Lots of noise.
We need them scared enough
to run straight to the airport.
Everyone in cuffs
and dragged out to the vans.
We're gonna be right outside the
London Stock Exchange in broad daylight,
so it won't be long before the real
Old Bill notice, so don't hang about.
Get them in the vans and on your way.
The mark is last up.
He'll be with his bodyguard and Stacie.
Stacie will offer to bribe Nick at that point,
and that's when you let him go.
Is that all clear?
- Yeah.
- Right, get yourselves in position.
Good luck.
- Nice one.
- Take care, Albert.
So Stacie called.
The money's in the trading account,
but when we get there,
Wasem needs to put his PIN number in
before we can move it.
OK. We'll clear out of the penthouse
and meet at the hotel when it's done.
We'll split the money
by direct transfer, and then...
all go our separate ways.
Everyone know what they're doing?
- What about me?
- Eh?
Everyone's talking about "the biggest job
ever, history in the making" and all that,
and everyone's got
something to do except me.
Even the bloody dogs have got a part.
Yeah, yeah, well, er...
there's a reason we haven't
given you anything yet, Ed.
- Yeah?
- Because we've saved the best till last.
Oh! See, I thought
it'd be something like that.
So, what, do I get,
like, a uniform and all that?
No, you won't need one.
You see,
the most important part of your job...
is to have the drinks ready
and on the table for when we get back.
Good luck, Ed.
Sir, we need your PIN.
Thank you.
OK. Three minutes.
- That it?
- Yeah.
Like we were never here.
What's happening with my money?
- It's all right.
- It's buying.
Are we ready to do the transfer?
So now we're transferring his ten million
from the trading account... into our account.
- Hi.
- Hello.
We have a reservation,
under the name of Jones.
OK.
This is the most fun I've ever had.
You know what?
I think we come back tomorrow,
we do it all over again!
- Stay where you are!
- Get on the floor!
Get down, now!
Armed Police! Nobody move!
You are under arrest
on suspicion of fraud!
Come on. Come on.
Wait, sir!
This has nothing to do with us.
- All right, darlin', tell it to the judge.
- No, no, no, I mean it!
They have this machine,
they wanted us to invest!
That's what happened.
She's telling the truth.
We didn't even give them the money!
Hold up.
Bring 'em back.
Take the rest of them away.
It was... It was just a demonstration.
We only met them yesterday.
They were trying to convince us to invest,
but we didn't, so...
Open the bag, you can see for yourself.
- So this is your money?
- Yes.
But-but it doesn't have to be.
It could be yours.
So if it just disappeared...
There is half a million pounds
in cash in that bag, so...
If you let us go,
we won't even look back, I swear.
I've got a jet fuelled and ready to leave.
I can be out of the country in an hour.
You've got the machine,
the people who built it.
Why do you need us?
Our friend's on his way to the airport.
Stacie's gonna lose him
and meet you back at the hotel.
You son of a bitch, you did it!
Hold tight.
You did well.
Just get on the plane before
they change their mind.
We're back!
Hey.
- Current balance... ?10 million!
- Yes!
And he gave us half a mill commission
in cash for taking it off him!
Wasem, thank you very much.
Thank you, my dear.
- To us.
- To us!
They've just gone into the hotel.
No. No police.
- Ah, the taste of victory.
- Scary. Scary.
Guys! Get out.
Go! Go, go, move!
Come on, Albert!
Mickey Bricks, if you've ever been
brilliant, please be brilliant now.
Gentlemen!
I know what you're thinking...
but, er...
That's my money. That's my money!
Come on, come on!
I guess...
most of you must have thought that...
one day it would end like this.
Which, without an extraordinary
amount of planning...
it very well might have done.
Come on then! Off your arses.
Wakey wakey.
Honestly! Eh?
What would you lot do without me coming
to bail you out of trouble all the time?
It's all right Mickey doing all that,
"Look at me, I'm a clever bastard" stuff,
but when it comes down to it...
you just can't do it without me, can you?
- You sure you couldn't find anyone else?
- I'm sorry.
Hello. Who's this? Very pretty.
Hello, sweetheart.
I'm Danny. Danny Blue.
You've probably heard a lot about me.
Call my enforcer, get him on a plane.
Alex Klukas?
I'm here.
Hello, Mickey.
Try this on.
Just for the record,
this isn't an accurate representation
of my underwear.
I want you to learn how
they program the machine.
How does the machine work?
Well, basically,
it's a box with a bunch of lights in it.
I thought it might be.
Gentlemen!
I know what you're thinking...
Come on then! Off your arses.
Did you, er...
did you throw it all over?
Nah. Fifty grand or so.
Er, now might be
a good time to slip away.
I think that's a fabulous idea.
How about me and you,
we just slip away together?
- Danny, behave.
- Easy, pal, she's my sister.
Whoa!
Everybody's a bit touchy, ain't they?
I didn't have to use blanks, you know.
I did think about it.
- How you doin', Albie?
- Pretty good, Danny, pretty good.
- I'm sorry I had to shoot you.
- Don't worry about it.
- I blame Mickey. He's very theatrical.
- Someone shut him up.
- It was a bit OTT, that's all I'm saying.
- We were still being watched, Danny.
Exactly.
Always playing to the audience.
Listen, mate, when you've
taken someone for 10 million,
the only way you can be sure they're not
coming after you is if they think you're dead.
Ten million?
Is this a good time to talk about my cut?
I think we'd better be going.
Time we should make a move.
Come on.
I've just had an amazing
and original idea.
- Gawd help us.
- Bear with me, right. One, two, three...
There's seven of us, right?
We should hook up.
We'll start a new gang,
maybe I'll lead it, we'll call it...
the Magnificent Seven.
What d'you think, Albert?
I think that's a hell of an idea.
- What about the Great Eight?
- To the Great Eight.
So that's it. I'm outta here.
I hope you've picked up
a few things along the way.
If something seems too good to be true,
it almost certainly is.
Always look a gift horse in the mouth,
unless you don't much care
whether it has teeth or not.
And remember -
you can't cheat an honest man.
So if you bend the rules
to make some easy money,
you deserve what you get.
Oh, and, er, don't believe everything
people tell you.
Whoever they are.
Think things through for yourself.
Is it for real?
Is someone telling you that story
for a reason?
Or...
are they having you right at it?
- But most important of all...
- Whether it's business...
- Buying.
- Selling.
- Whether it's someone you know...
- Or someone you don't.
Even if it's love.
Never be a mark.
Mickey Bricks, if you've ever been brilliant,
please be brilliant now.
Gentlemen!
I know what you're thinking...
but, er...
I guess...
most of you must have thought that...
one day it would end like this.
- Oh, you did not just say that!
- It is a well-known fact.
- Well-known by who?
- Everyone.
- Not me.
- That's because you're a bird.
Mickey?
Look, leave me out of this.
How can you say that women
are more argumentative than men?
- It's a well-known fact.
- No, it's not.
- See?
- See what?
I just happened to mention that women
are more argumentative than men,
- and you've done nothing but argue since.
- I was discussing.
- Yeah, well, what's the difference?
- One is arguing, and the other one...
isn't.
Way to go, sis.
You baffled him with logic.
He knows what I mean.
Look, Eddie,
do you think I'm argumentative?
- You are a bit, yeah.
- No, I'm not.
- I wasn't arguing.
- No, she was discussing, you see?
- They do a lot of that, birds, don't they?
- Yeah, they do. Mmm.
- Mmm.
- Oh, all right.
You can be so annoying,
really, all of you.
Well, looks like you were right,
he arrived last evening.
Who did?
Our new mark.
Madani Wasem.
Came to London in the 80s
to retrace his father's footsteps
and accept a place at Oxford University.
He graduated with a degree in economics,
before returning to Bahrain to take his place
on the board of his father's company,
the Gulf Partnership.
Wasem was spending
the evening with friends
when he heard of his father's death
five weeks ago.
It's party time!
So they didn't get on then?
He'd lived his entire life
in his father's shadow,
he was overheard telling
an aide at the funeral
that he'd spent his entire adult life
waiting for him to die.
- Oh, what a charmer.
- How much did he get?
North of 850 million.
He got the family money
and his father's shares,
but he has no real power.
His father was respected, but he isn't.
And the board of Gulf Partnership quickly
closed ranks to stop him taking control,
which left Wasem
with a bit of a chip on his shoulder.
Oh, poor love.
They see him for what he is.
Little more than a thug.
He doesn't earn respect, he buys it,
using his wealth to surround himself
with people who will do whatever he asks.
Including an enforcer,
someone who will kill
or torture on demand.
The man who led the move to stop Wasem
taking control of his father's company
was found with his throat cut
in his own bathroom
by his ten-year-old daughter
yesterday afternoon.
Wasem has been linked to two similar
killings since his father's death,
and a long list of business associates,
being beaten
and having their families threatened.
- Question.
- Go on.
We usually spend our time
staying away from people like this.
- Why are we going after him?
- I think he's too good to pass up.
He's been making his way around
Europe, playing the markets.
For anyone that openly opposes him,
he uses violence,
but he knows that,
to take control of his father's company,
he has to prove to the shareholders
he has his father's flair for making money.
So far, he's played the markets
in Greece, Turkey, Spain, and Portugal,
making a hefty profit in each.
Now he's in London,
and he'll be looking for a broker.
Why travel?
You can buy shares anywhere.
That's one of the lessons he actually
learned from his father,
local knowledge is the key
to making a good return.
So he flies in, talks to whoever he can,
tries to find an inside track,
and then buys through a local broker.
So what kind of money
are we talking about?
In Spain, he invested six million euros.
He is very definitely high-risk,
but with that comes high rewards.
Well... l'm in.
Ash?
Well, you know me.
Where you go, I go.
- Albert?
- Yeah, all right.
It would be rude not to.
Good. Then let's go get him.
It is done.
How?
His throat cut from ear to ear
while he sat. In the restroom.
It's very appropriate.
You know, the last thing he said to me...
was that my only chance
of regaining my father's company...
had gone down the toilet.
There was a problem.
His wife ran to a neighbour,
the police shut off the streets,
our enforcer was trapped.
- Was he arrested?
- No. They shot him.
He is dead.
Replace him.
- So what's going on?
- Truth?
- Always.
- I'm tired, Albert.
Take a break.
I don't think a fortnight in Vegas
is gonna cure it this time.
Well, so take a year, two.
It's not that easy. What about you?
Ash? Sean and Emma?
We're all big enough
to take care of ourselves.
No, we're a crew. A family.
We don't walk out on each other.
So this guy isn't just another mark?
He's your retirement fund?
Marks like this one
don't come along very often.
No, they don't.
So maybe everything we've done
has been leading us to this point.
One big mark, our very own lottery win.
Then we can all walk away on top,
money in our pockets.
He could kill you.
Well, then we make that
a risk worth taking.
- Oh, Emma, shopping list.
- Ooh, my kind of job.
Anything new there, Em?
Yeah. His favourite buys
are gas and oil,
but he hates new media,
pharmaceuticals, retail companies.
The thing he loves best is an edge,
something that sets him ahead
from everybody else.
Then that's exactly what we'll give him.
Sean, let's see how long we've got.
He's got a private plane,
but check with the service company,
see when he's due to leave.
- Yeah, gotcha.
- How are things going?
IT's going live now,
bank account's set up,
I'm still working on the hardware
but I think I can crack it.
Great.
We're in.
Yeah. I hear you. Yeah.
No, no, no. Sure.
No, listen, we wait. We wait until
New York opens in the morning,
because if the Dow Jones rallies
we'll get more action here. Yeah.
My clients have very specific targets
with, er, zero risk attached.
Yes, I said zero.
Uh-huh, but, no...
But listen, we wait.
We wait until the very last moment
and then we buy fast,
before anyone else gets wind
of what we're buying.
No one else in London will get close.
All right, call you later. Bye.
It's too much.
Would you relax. This is still peanuts.
We could move up to 10 million
before anyone else
starts asking questions.
Well, I'm not so sure.
I think it's all happening too fast.
What if they realise
why we buy what we do?
They won't. How could they?
All right? Relax. Breathe!
Have some wine, try the T-bone.
It's to die for.
- Gentlemen. Forgive me.
- Yes?
My employer, Madani Wasem,
was on the next table
and couldn't help overhear you
talking about your business.
You trade on
the London stock markets, no?
Er, I'm sorry. Why are we
having this conversation?
Mr Wasem is in London
for a short time,
and he would very much like to invite you
to visit him at his hotel.
He believes you may find such a visit
to be mutually beneficial.
- He said what?
- That he did not do home visits.
And should you wish to talk to him
then to do so during office hours.
Did you tell this William Cole who I was?
- Yes, sir.
- And?
He said that he had heard of your father.
There's a fine line between piquing
someone's interest
and being so rude they never want to
set eyes on you again.
- True.
- But do you think he'll call?
He's a bully. It upsets him when people
don't do what he wants them to.
Evening, all.
- What's that?
- What's what?
- The cable.
- What cable?
Oh, this! Oh! Well it depends
on how you look at it,
you see, to the untrained eye, this is
just a six-foot length of fibre-optic cable.
But in the right hands,
and with a bit of razzle dazzle,
this is the beating heart
of the British economy.
He call yet?
Playing hard to get
never worked for me either.
We've found a London broker
who can oversee all our purchases.
OK, I think we might need a boost.
Bloody marvellous,
the man's a miracle worker.
Invested 40k, got a 60% return
inside of three days.
- That's incredible.
- Someone must be giving him an edge.
- What's his name again?
- Cole. William Cole.
Don't they call him Golden Balls
or such like?
- That's the chappie.
- Can you get me in to see him?
Well, I'll try, old son,
but he's quite exclusive.
Mind you, not hard to see why.
You won't make it ring by looking at it.
Maybe I called it wrong.
No, you're just wound up.
I mean, most of the time,
when a mark's just a mark,
you get a set-back, you don't panic,
you take it in your stride.
It's only cos this one's more important.
Sorry, I don't get you.
- How long have I known you, Mick?
- Twenty years?
And in all that time,
you've played the odds.
Avoided marks like this Wasem bloke
like the plague.
So I figure if that's no longer the case,
then either you've got a death wish -
in which case I'm not sure
why you have to take me with you -
or...
he's a special kind of mark.
The kind of mark who'll give you enough
money to get out of the game forever.
- Am I that easy to read?
- Yeah, a doddle, always have been.
I should have known.
You can't kid a kidder.
No, that's bollocks, you can kid anyone.
Except a mate.
Whatever you do is all right with me.
- Do you mean that?
- I wouldn't have said it otherwise.
Just don't go getting
all soppy on me, all right?
Anyway, to tell the truth, I'm not getting any
younger and I'm fed up with carrying you.
- Well, yes.
- Yeah.
Although, none of this makes a blind bit
of difference if he doesn't call.
Time for plan B?
- William Cole.
- Mr Cole, this is Madani Wasem.
Well, let me check my diary.
No, sorry, I can't do noon.
Yeah, yeah, I can do 12:30.
OK, yeah, see you then.
Yeah, it's me. We're in.
Thank you, Emma.
I swear that girl could scam a space shuttle
if she set her mind to it.
You know, long before "con"
became a dirty word,
all it stood for was "confidence".
And what's so bad about that?
Now I'm not saying that
all my peers are angels, far from it.
But whatever industry you work in,
be it an office, or a hospital,
or a road gang,
I guarantee you'll have
your share of rogues, too.
We're criminals because we work
outside the law. Fine.
But what we do,
we can't do without greed.
Take Madani Wasem, for instance.
Now he could buy his stocks and his shares
just like everyone else.
Pay the same price, take the same risk.
If he did, there's no way
we could touch him.
Honestly, do you think
we could do what we do
if he wasn't looking for an edge?
If he wasn't looking for something
that gave him an unfair
advantage over everyone else?
No. It's his greed that
makes him fair game.
All we do is feed that greed.
And the greedier he is,
the more we can take him for.
All we need to do now...
is plan things and cover all the angles
so there are no surprises.
- So, how are we doing?
- Yeah, good to go.
Sean's out front,
he'll give us a heads up when they're here.
- We doing a convincer?
- I thought I'd freeze him out.
Do you think that's a good idea?
The more we drive him mad,
the more he'll want to break us.
Yeah, I get the logic, but this is a mark
who has people killed, Mick,
and your strategy is pissing him off.
I know what I'm doing.
Yeah?
He's here.
And he's got some bird with him.
What bird?
"Fit" doesn't help, Sean.
Any clue who she is, what she does?
No, no, it's OK, send 'em up.
If you'd just like to take the elevator up
to the sixth floor,
somebody will meet you there.
Thank you.
Mr Wasem?
Perfect, right this way, please.
Don't worry! Don't worry, OK?
Listen, when you get back, all right,
just call me
and we'll talk about it. OK?
- OK.
- OK! Good, good.
Mr Wasem. Very pleased to meet you.
This is my broker whilst I'm in London,
Yvonne Hammond.
- Ms Hammond.
- A pleasure.
So. Well, look, we can, er...
- Henry, for God's sake, leave it, get out!
- I'm sorry.
Get out! Out! Come on!
- How quick can you leave?
- Out. Come on.
Terribly sorry about that.
Must be "Hire a cretin week"!
You stay.
I've been hearing a lot of
good things about you, Mr Cole.
Oh?
People are very impressed
with the returns you've achieved,
and in such a short space of time.
Well, that's the beauty
of the markets, isn't it?
I mean, if you're well informed
and you're... you're quick enough,
all things are possible.
They talk to you
like you're the lowest form of life.
They wanna know where you are
every minute of every day, you know?
"Run here, go there, do this, move that."
Then all they do
is treat you like a muppet.
I mean, I know everything he does
and how he does it.
I know how he makes his money and
why everyone thinks he's Golden Bollocks.
What do I get for it?
Nothing. Just abuse.
I don't suppose your bloke's
got any jobs going, has he?
I do IT, you know.
Information exchange systems.
I don't think so.
Yeah, well if you hear of anything,
let us know, eh?
I'd love to be able to tell him
where to stick his job.
Mr Wasem is in London for three days
and whilst he's here, he's very keen
to make some investments.
And?
He would be very interested to hear
if you have any advice to give him.
After discussing your fee, of course.
We do some business, yes?
- Ah.
- Ah?
Er, awkward!
I have a waiting list.
- You have a waiting list?
- Yes.
- Do you know who I am?
- Yes, yes, but even so.
We understand that you must
have a very long list
of people eager to do business
with you, Mr Cole,
but we're equally sure that you could
find a way to make
an exception for Mr Wasem?
He asked me to wait in line!
I could go back in there
and speak to him.
No! Screw him!
You. Screw you.
I will crush you.
Get the car.
I don't think he's very happy.
I do not know what you said to him
but he was not pleased.
What have I missed?
- Does anyone know she was in London?
- No.
I mean,
we didn't know she was in the game,
but did she know we were?
She can't have known.
Sorry, I've definitely missed something
here, like a meeting, or something?
- We need to talk to her.
- Do we know where to find her?
No. But she knows where to find us.
- Hey! You'll never guess what!
- Stacie's here.
How does he...
How does he do that?
Mickey! Oh!
Your face was a picture!
Never thought I'd see you speechless.
- Well, it was a bit of a shock.
- I'm sorry.
- Ash!
- Hello, darlin'. Long time.
Albie!
You look magnificent
and you feel even better.
Stacie, this is Emma
and Sean Kennedy.
- Hi.
- Hello.
- You all right?
- Ash has told me all about you.
He called occasionally.
Yeah, well, I'm not good with small talk.
- Yes, so I noticed.
- Where's Danny?
Oh, he fell in love with a cocktail waitress
in Santa Monica,
they were planning a summer wedding,
choosing names for their children.
Then her husband found out.
Last I heard,
they were heading for Vegas.
- Apparently, Danny had a plan.
- Yeah, I bet he did.
OK. So how long
have you been back,
why didn't you tell us you were coming,
and how long you staying?
A girl can't answer that
many questions without a drink.
I'll kill him.
I'll wipe every trace of him off the earth.
Now, you...
go and shoot him.
It's the UK, sir.
We can't carry guns.
Where's my enforcer?
I have found someone.
A Ukrainian, Alex Klukas,
he was recommended to me
by one of our men.
He has the details.
But there may also be another way.
- So what you playing?
- Nothing fancy,
just thought I'd siphon
off the top of whatever he invested,
get 10 or 20 grand and disappear.
- That's when you ran into us.
- Exactly.
Have you any idea
how angry you made him?
Yeah, I think so.
I don't know how
far along you are, Mickey,
but I'd think seriously
about walking away from this one.
- Why?
- There's just something about him.
He's not a very nice man.
Everyone's frightened of him.
Well, I've never met a nice mark yet.
No, it's more than that.
We know he uses a hit man.
He knocked some bloke off two days ago.
- Exactly.
- We know what he's capable of.
- It's a calculated risk.
- So are you going back?
- I don't know.
- It ain't gonna hurt,
- having you on the inside, Stace.
- That's true.
As far as I can see, all you've done so far
is wind him up and make him furious.
Look, he's a bully.
So we take away his control,
take away his power,
make him feel small.
And then when he's ready to burst...
We find a way to give him
that control back.
How?
Just like that. Oh, ho, ho.
Hello?
We don't have to do this, you know,
we could bring him in another way.
Yes, Mum.
- I mean it.
- I'll be OK.
Well, look, just tell him what he wants
to know quickly, don't string it out.
Look, this is our convincer, if he doesn't
have to work for it, he won't believe it.
- I know, but, you can make sure...
- Will you just stop?
I've been to the toilet,
I've washed me hands
and I've got a clean hankie, all right?
- All right.
- Don't wait up.
- Hello, how are you?
- Good, thanks.
- Barir said something about a job?
- Yeah, of course.
- Think of this as a job interview.
- Right. OK.
Now, Barir tells me that you know
how Mr Cole selects his investments.
Er, yeah, well, kind of.
- But I'm not sure I should talk about that.
- Oh?
Well, it's not part of my job, not really.
I do IT, you see.
I've, erm, brought my CV.
There you go.
Let me ask you the question...
in a different way.
You know how he selects
his investments?
I know what he does,
I heard him talking to the Yank,
but I don't know how.
Look, I swear, I don't know.
I know what his edge is,
I know why he never loses any money,
but how the whole thing works,
the mechanics, only he knows that.
You will tell me... everything
you know about William Cole
and how he selects his investments.
Everything. Every detail.
You leave nothing out.
Do you understand?
Oh, Jesus.
I think he's convinced.
I'm not going to meet you.
Sorry, sir, you don't have
an appointment!
I don't need one.
- What do you think you're doing?
- Sit down and shut up!
I'm so sorry, they wouldn't listen to me.
Call security.
Call whoever you want,
you piece of shit.
Cos the second
after you throw me out,
I'm gonna tell the police about
how you are intercepting data
from the London Stock Exchange.
Which would put you out of business
and into prison.
- Sir?
- Erm...
Yeah, it's, er, it's OK, Alice.
Take the rest of the day off.
Close the door behind you.
Now he wants a meeting!
Now he wants to talk!
Well, maybe...
I don't want to do business.
- Maybe I got a waiting list.
- Look, I didn't mean to offend you.
No? Well, I'm about to offend you.
Talk to him.
Mr Wasem is a very reasonable man
and has no wish for things to be
anything other than cordial.
It's very lucky for you
I'm a reasonable man, you horse's ass.
But he insists that
you show him how the data
is intercepted
and how you use this data
to choose which investments you make.
Before I do anything at all,
I want to know how
you came by this information.
That is none of your business.
You just show me... how it works.
But I can't do that,
because there are other people involved.
Let me explain something to you,
Mr Golden Balls,
it would give me great pleasure
to just tell the police
everything I know and I can go home.
Or I can forget about the police
and just shoot you
and everyone you love in the head.
The only thing that is
stopping me from doing that
is the thought that
I can make some money here.
So you,
you got a very simple choice.
You can either show me
how the interception works
or you can go to prison
or you'll be dead.
All right, but I'll need some time.
Of course.
You have a minute.
Have you gone insane?
- I had no choice, they know.
- How?
That doesn't matter.
All that's important... is that you show me
what I came to see.
I'm sorry.
There's no other way.
This is it?
This cable carries a live feed
into the Stock Exchange building next door.
Six months ago, there was a fault in
the system and George here was sent over
from the American company in Houston
who supplied the software.
His team had to, erm, dig up the cable
so that they could fit
a new digital transcoder unit.
When we did, I realised, with an
exposed cable and the right software,
we could manipulate the data
that passes through it.
This is a hard drive.
It records all of the data coming in
and holds it up for nine-tenths of a second
before playing it on down the line.
- To the Stock Exchange?
- Exactly.
It holds it up long enough
for us to analyse it,
and identify any major shifts,
trends, or movements,
before playing it on
to the stock exchange boards.
It's also hooked up
to our trading account,
so it can make purchases based
on those calculations.
Wait. You're saying
you can analyse the data
and actually purchase stocks
before the Stock Exchange
gets the same information?
- That's exactly what I'm saying.
- But that's... that's genius.
Can this be done?
Well, if what they're saying is true...
- It's absolutely the truth.
- And there's no risk. Ever.
We only ever buy stock
we know is going to rise.
And presumably you can off-load
before anyone else, if it starts to go down?
We don't hold on to it that long,
we just make our profits and get out.
OK, I'm in.
You're in? In for what?
You will make investments for me.
Look, I'm sorry, it's not that simple.
I heard you in the restaurant.
You said you have
a capacity for 10 million.
Well, yes, I mean, that's the top end
of our buying power, but...
But what?
Well, look,
even if we had that kind of money -
which, by the way, we don't -
we'd never go over a million.
We don't want to draw
attention to ourselves.
That's because you're a horse's ass!
- You will invest the full ten million.
- Ten million?
Hedge fund managers
invest hundreds of millions in a day,
why would anyone notice ten?
Because we're private brokers
trading for private investors.
Then you buy the stock in my name,
no one will question
that level of investment... if it's from me.
You take my ten million, you double it.
Look, I'd need
all the money in the account.
- And the returns?
- They'd go to the same account.
Miss Hammond
will put everything in place.
Look, I don't know, we'd have to
program in a new trading account,
- and re-set the buying criteria.
- Then do it.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
what do we get out of this, huh?
Yeah, I mean,
we still get our commission, right?
Er, 22%. Cash.
- 5%.
- What?
Perhaps the experience
will teach you some manners.
You call me when it's ready.
OK, once the money
is in the trading account,
I want two men watching Cole
around the clock.
Yes, sir.
I want you to learn
how they program the machine.
Me? Why?
Because once you can use it,
I'll have no further use for Cole
and the old man.
Er... Wait.
I-I don't mind bending the rules
to make money -
the City is corrupt, anyway -
but...
I won't be a party to murder.
Would you rather I asked someone else?
Because then I wouldn't need you, either.
- No.
- Then just do it.
Call my enforcer, get him on a plane.
- OK, time to bail out.
- You what?
He wants me to learn
how to program the machine.
So that he can have you killed.
Well, that's kind of what we expected.
He told Barir to call the enforcer
and, whatever you do,
he's not gonna let you out of his sight.
I know.
From tomorrow morning, he'll have
two of his guards on you full-time.
Even if you pull this off,
you'll never get away clean.
This is wicked!
Without a doubt, this is one of
the coolest things I've ever tried on!
I actually look like I can swim
faster than a shark!
- You all right, Stace?
- Hi.
Just for the record,
this isn't an accurate representation
of my underwear.
- Pleased to hear it.
- Good.
He's got issues,
from when he was a baby.
I do not have issues!
Mickey... I don't like it.
- It feels wrong.
- What about the money?
He's having it transferred
first thing tomorrow morning,
before the markets open.
He's also bringing 500,000 in cash,
which is your commission
if you double him up.
OK.
I tell you someone's planning to have
you killed and all you say is "OK"?
You're taking ten million
from this man, Mickey.
He's not gonna just put it down
to experience and walk away.
I know Wasem won't just walk away.
Which is why it's a good reason
for us all to lay low for a bit.
So, I was thinking,
when this job is done...
we should... take a break.
- Go our separate ways for a while.
- How long's "a while"?
Who knows?
I thought it best not to make plans.
I was gonna talk to you about this
when the job was done, but...
it seems now is as good a time as any.
So that's why we're taking this job?
It's walking-away money?
- If you want to call it that.
- That's it, then?
One last job and we're finished, huh?
I've always thought it was
a good idea to quit while you're ahead.
I think ten million qualifies
as being ahead.
This is the question.
If you didn't take this break...
would you still do the job?
If I'm honest?
No, I wouldn't.
And I wouldn't blame any one of you
that wanted to walk away right now.
But come on!
The money comes in tomorrow.
Our play is that the City of London Police
has had us under surveillance.
Ash has already lined up a dozen grifters
and all the vehicles.
We get ourselves arrested,
but we let Wasem get away.
He'll run straight to the airport,
desperate to leave the country.
He'll think the money
has been impounded,
there's nothing to keep him here,
whereas we, on the other hand,
will cash in and be long gone
by the time the dust settles.
It will work. Trust me.
Hello.
We have a job.
Stay in your room,
I will send over a package.
- You OK?
- Yeah.
- So it must be nice to see Stacie again.
- Yeah, yeah, it is.
Yeah, Ash told me that you two, erm...
you were quite close for a while.
Yeah, we were.
- Yeah, you go back a long way.
- Yeah, that's right.
So this, er, whole... break thing,
you know, the whole, erm...
"going our own way" thing.
Only...
it's a bit sudden and it's a bit, like...
Stacie turning up the way she has...
I just... I was wondering if the two things
were related in any way?
It's just curiosity, really.
It's a good job I'm not a cat.
- No, the thing... the thing is...
- No, it's not.
- It's not what?
- Related.
- OK.
- It's just...
I wanna live a normal life for a while.
Get to know people for who they are.
Not constantly look at them
and see if they'd make a great mark or not.
- So it's more like a holiday, really?
- Yeah, I guess so.
Yeah, so we can still, you know, like...
meet up and spend time together
and... and chill.
- I'd like that.
- Me too.
Cos then the whole work thing
wouldn't be there any more, would it?
No, it wouldn't.
And if everything goes right tomorrow,
then, you know, we'll be stinking rich.
Yes, we will.
So, at some point, we could be talking...
you and me and a desert island
and, like, a...
couple of million in the bank
or something.
That doesn't sound too shabby, does it?
No, it doesn't.
OK, good.
Great, well, then I'll just leave you
to your thinking.
I just thought I'd ask.
I'm really glad you did.
OK, so you go when Albert calls Nick
to give him the thumbs up.
Hard and fast, OK? Lots of noise.
We need them scared enough
to run straight to the airport.
Everyone in cuffs
and dragged out to the vans.
We're gonna be right outside the
London Stock Exchange in broad daylight,
so it won't be long before the real
Old Bill notice, so don't hang about.
Get them in the vans and on your way.
The mark is last up.
He'll be with his bodyguard and Stacie.
Stacie will offer to bribe Nick at that point,
and that's when you let him go.
Is that all clear?
- Yeah.
- Right, get yourselves in position.
Good luck.
- Nice one.
- Take care, Albert.
So Stacie called.
The money's in the trading account,
but when we get there,
Wasem needs to put his PIN number in
before we can move it.
OK. We'll clear out of the penthouse
and meet at the hotel when it's done.
We'll split the money
by direct transfer, and then...
all go our separate ways.
Everyone know what they're doing?
- What about me?
- Eh?
Everyone's talking about "the biggest job
ever, history in the making" and all that,
and everyone's got
something to do except me.
Even the bloody dogs have got a part.
Yeah, yeah, well, er...
there's a reason we haven't
given you anything yet, Ed.
- Yeah?
- Because we've saved the best till last.
Oh! See, I thought
it'd be something like that.
So, what, do I get,
like, a uniform and all that?
No, you won't need one.
You see,
the most important part of your job...
is to have the drinks ready
and on the table for when we get back.
Good luck, Ed.
Sir, we need your PIN.
Thank you.
OK. Three minutes.
- That it?
- Yeah.
Like we were never here.
What's happening with my money?
- It's all right.
- It's buying.
Are we ready to do the transfer?
So now we're transferring his ten million
from the trading account... into our account.
- Hi.
- Hello.
We have a reservation,
under the name of Jones.
OK.
This is the most fun I've ever had.
You know what?
I think we come back tomorrow,
we do it all over again!
- Stay where you are!
- Get on the floor!
Get down, now!
Armed Police! Nobody move!
You are under arrest
on suspicion of fraud!
Come on. Come on.
Wait, sir!
This has nothing to do with us.
- All right, darlin', tell it to the judge.
- No, no, no, I mean it!
They have this machine,
they wanted us to invest!
That's what happened.
She's telling the truth.
We didn't even give them the money!
Hold up.
Bring 'em back.
Take the rest of them away.
It was... It was just a demonstration.
We only met them yesterday.
They were trying to convince us to invest,
but we didn't, so...
Open the bag, you can see for yourself.
- So this is your money?
- Yes.
But-but it doesn't have to be.
It could be yours.
So if it just disappeared...
There is half a million pounds
in cash in that bag, so...
If you let us go,
we won't even look back, I swear.
I've got a jet fuelled and ready to leave.
I can be out of the country in an hour.
You've got the machine,
the people who built it.
Why do you need us?
Our friend's on his way to the airport.
Stacie's gonna lose him
and meet you back at the hotel.
You son of a bitch, you did it!
Hold tight.
You did well.
Just get on the plane before
they change their mind.
We're back!
Hey.
- Current balance... ?10 million!
- Yes!
And he gave us half a mill commission
in cash for taking it off him!
Wasem, thank you very much.
Thank you, my dear.
- To us.
- To us!
They've just gone into the hotel.
No. No police.
- Ah, the taste of victory.
- Scary. Scary.
Guys! Get out.
Go! Go, go, move!
Come on, Albert!
Mickey Bricks, if you've ever been
brilliant, please be brilliant now.
Gentlemen!
I know what you're thinking...
but, er...
That's my money. That's my money!
Come on, come on!
I guess...
most of you must have thought that...
one day it would end like this.
Which, without an extraordinary
amount of planning...
it very well might have done.
Come on then! Off your arses.
Wakey wakey.
Honestly! Eh?
What would you lot do without me coming
to bail you out of trouble all the time?
It's all right Mickey doing all that,
"Look at me, I'm a clever bastard" stuff,
but when it comes down to it...
you just can't do it without me, can you?
- You sure you couldn't find anyone else?
- I'm sorry.
Hello. Who's this? Very pretty.
Hello, sweetheart.
I'm Danny. Danny Blue.
You've probably heard a lot about me.
Call my enforcer, get him on a plane.
Alex Klukas?
I'm here.
Hello, Mickey.
Try this on.
Just for the record,
this isn't an accurate representation
of my underwear.
I want you to learn how
they program the machine.
How does the machine work?
Well, basically,
it's a box with a bunch of lights in it.
I thought it might be.
Gentlemen!
I know what you're thinking...
Come on then! Off your arses.
Did you, er...
did you throw it all over?
Nah. Fifty grand or so.
Er, now might be
a good time to slip away.
I think that's a fabulous idea.
How about me and you,
we just slip away together?
- Danny, behave.
- Easy, pal, she's my sister.
Whoa!
Everybody's a bit touchy, ain't they?
I didn't have to use blanks, you know.
I did think about it.
- How you doin', Albie?
- Pretty good, Danny, pretty good.
- I'm sorry I had to shoot you.
- Don't worry about it.
- I blame Mickey. He's very theatrical.
- Someone shut him up.
- It was a bit OTT, that's all I'm saying.
- We were still being watched, Danny.
Exactly.
Always playing to the audience.
Listen, mate, when you've
taken someone for 10 million,
the only way you can be sure they're not
coming after you is if they think you're dead.
Ten million?
Is this a good time to talk about my cut?
I think we'd better be going.
Time we should make a move.
Come on.
I've just had an amazing
and original idea.
- Gawd help us.
- Bear with me, right. One, two, three...
There's seven of us, right?
We should hook up.
We'll start a new gang,
maybe I'll lead it, we'll call it...
the Magnificent Seven.
What d'you think, Albert?
I think that's a hell of an idea.
- What about the Great Eight?
- To the Great Eight.
So that's it. I'm outta here.
I hope you've picked up
a few things along the way.
If something seems too good to be true,
it almost certainly is.
Always look a gift horse in the mouth,
unless you don't much care
whether it has teeth or not.
And remember -
you can't cheat an honest man.
So if you bend the rules
to make some easy money,
you deserve what you get.
Oh, and, er, don't believe everything
people tell you.
Whoever they are.
Think things through for yourself.
Is it for real?
Is someone telling you that story
for a reason?
Or...
are they having you right at it?
- But most important of all...
- Whether it's business...
- Buying.
- Selling.
- Whether it's someone you know...
- Or someone you don't.
Even if it's love.
Never be a mark.