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You dick.

You absolute dick.

What did you say?

Did you tell 'em?

- Hey, Kev. - Barry!

Morning.

- Morning. - Mr Murray.

You not offering me any, Jim?

You don't want sausage juice

all down your expensive suit, Mr Murray.

Expensive?

Dunnes boutique!

But here, seriously.

The word on the grapevine is that the Aussies want to know...

Morning, Mr Murray.

The Aussies want to know who's getting the chop-chop.

- Where'd you hear that? - Jungle drums. Staff bogs.

I'm fairly sure as manager here I'd be the first to hear that.

So, it's not true?

How's Billy, Mags? Back crooning the bars yet?

- Yeah. - Non-stop crooning

Asshole.

- How are you doing today? - How are you doing?

Fuck off...!

Barry? A word, please.

Hang on a sec.

- The manager. - Barry!

- Over here, please. - See you in a sec.

What is it with you? Why'd you have to keep doing this?

Doing what?

He's a mate. I'm being friendly, Richard, the Northern Bank way.

You're in a position of responsibility.

There you are,

swinging your vault keys about like you're Jack-the-lad.

Anyone could distract you and snatch those keys.

Wise up, for fuck's sake!

You do know it's your attitude and your gob

that keeps you in the vault?

- Suits me just fine. - Well, that's good to know.

On your way.

OK, goodbye.

Everyone, I need your attention. I've got a serious announcement.

Secret Santa, folks.

Everyone, gather round!

- Fair play. - What have we got?

- Ooh! - Hurry up, I need to get back.

Well, we'll get Ebeneezer done first. There you are, Margaret.

- Open it up, your lordship. - Yeah, laters.

Fair enough. Next up, we have...

..bossman himself, starting with the top, Richard Murray.

Not here? Sorry, no pressie.

You know the rules, folks.

Can't be arsed to show up, you don't get a present.

- What? - Don't ask. A bit of history.

To the newest member of the team, Paul, you've worked hard.

- Cheers. - You have not! Wise up!

Help yourself to the rest of those pressies. I'm away.

Someone left me a note to say

Susan's requested a change of shift...

"Someone"?

Sorry, it's just you left them with me...

Fine. Just let Barry know he has to swap.

Is that all?

Yeah.

- All good? - Who had me in Secret Santa?

- That'll be a secret, Mags. - Not in the mood, Barry. Who?

Er...

That was Murray. Why?

That man has vanished up his own arse.

Here, you and your mammy have that.

Oh, Mags, just what the doctor ordered?

A bit of fine dining for the man who can't leave the house.

- I saw it just now. - Your pinky's finally grown?

I was in Murray's office getting something signed.

A folder on his desk

said "Confidential: Belfast staff cuts".

Fuck off, it did not!

Nice one.

First thing Monday for the final redundancies?

Are you serious, Tracey?

Tell him I need more time. It's Christmas, for God's sake.

They'll be expecting bonuses, not P45s.

I know, but it's easy for him to swing the axe

on the other side of the bloody world.

Yeah, listen, Tracey...

Let me call you back.

- What's this? - I'm moving in the spare room.

Need some time alone to think.

To think about what?

To think about how I'm married

to someone I only see at the weekend.

Right, OK, so, what should I do? You tell me.

I quit my job and hope the mortgage magically pays itself?

- Don't be a shit. - Well, forgive me.

I'm trying to figure out what exactly my wife wants.

I'm not your wife. I'm your housemaid.

All we do now is make small-talk.

It's...

It's so...

It's so draining not to feel anything.

You should get that.

Hello?

Yes, yes. No, it's fine.

Cheers, nice one, mate. Sound.

Oi, Anto! Where's that 20 quid?

Short arms, long pockets, mate, is that it?

Have it next week.

Getting Ronaldinho in the transfer window or what?

For 300 quid?

- And Lionel as well. - Aye.

- Thank you. Good man. - Oi!

Just waiting for the bags.

Slainte, boys.

- Yeah, well done. - Fair do's.

- Table's free in the back. - Who's in there?

Usuals. They'd like yous to join them.

Few treats in there and all.

Aye, fuck it!

Let's celebrate the win, lads.

There's more than one.

How's your lads now, eh?

Hello, Baz, how's your form, all right?

- Keeping well? - Yeah, not too bad.

Work away here, lads.

There's a few lines of sniff there, too, if you fancy it.

Chrissy, get the lads some shorts.

Count me out.

Hi, Baz. How you been?

All good, Dink. All good, mate.

Good, good. How about your ma?

- Aye, she's sweet. - No sign of moving out soon?

Not yet.

- I'm on a pig's back with her. - All right.

Are you still in the, er... in the bank?

Aye, yeah, for my sins.

Must be pretty senior now. You'll be the boss soon.

Pete was saying you've got the cash vault keys on yer hip!

Was he now?

I do, aye. Swinging down.

No, it's good, yeah. Easy.

Good.

Right, get this into yer. You'll feel better.

Ah, ye legend.

No red sauce in the house, Mum?

Buck eejit!

Give yer poor wee son a break. Can't you see I'm not well?

Only yourself to blame.

Here.

How much do you want?

That's plenty.

- My head turned, you know that? - I love you, Mummy.

Mrs Murray, I'm afraid there's been an accident.

Can we come in?

What is it?

Come with us.

What you doing?

- Shut up! - Celine, out the house!

- Stay there! - Get your hands off me!

- Steady! - Shut the fuck up!

- Ow! You're hurting! Get off! - What's going on?

GET OFF ME!

- Get off me! Let me go! - Celine! Celine!

Look what you've fucking done! This is your fault! Get off me!

- Get out my house! Get out! - Call off your attack dog.

Celine, stop! Jesus Christ, he'll kill yer!

Get her out of here.

- Get off me! - You piece of shit!

Fuck off! Let's get the other one.

The one with the hair's good.

- Ronaldinho? Aye, he's alright. - You done with that?

Mm-hm. Thank you.

Go on, have a go. Have a go...

Thank you, Mum.

I'll get it.

All right, Baz? Just a quick word about the club, yeah?

- Ceiltigh go Deo. - What about the club?

What's he doing? Ma?

Take your fucking hands off her! Get your hands off her!

- What are you doing? - What's going on?

- Focus, focus. Listen, please. - We've not done anything.

Listen to me.

You've a very simple choice to make here, Baz.

Cooperate and your ma'll be fine.

Don't, she'll be dead. Simple.

- What? - Ssh.

Now, you've got the keys home with you, don't you?

What keys?

Don't play the hero, son.

I'm gonna ask ye one more time.

You've got the bank keys home with you, don't you?

- You need two sets of keys. - Where are your keys?

Right.

Go upstairs and get them, and everything for work tomorrow.

Don't forget anything because you'll not be coming back here.

Go.

Move!

- Mammy. - Sit.

- No... - Sit!

I dare you.

Get downstairs.

- Where are you taking my son? - Behave yourself.

And he'll be fine. Understood?

Not me, sunshine. You'll be needing them.

Look, take the keys, you've got what you wanted and leave us...

- Leave us in peace! - She has asthma.

She ends up in hospital if she gets an attack.

All the more reason for everyone...

..to stay calm.

It's gonna be OK.

OK? Let's go.

Let's go.

It's all right, Ma. I'll be back for you, OK?

Hurry the fuck up!

Here, turn around.

No, get off me!

I'm not gonna fucking ride you, missus.

- Get off me! - Shut... the fuck... up.

No, no, please. Not... Not the tape.

Let me wear a hat. There's...

There's a hat in the drawer. Let me wear a hat. Not the tape.

Get off me! Stop!

Get her out of the house. Move.

Richard!

Just stop!

Please don't hurt my wife.

Well, now...

that's very much up to you.

Richard Murray.

- Let me go. - Bank manager.

I've not done anything. Richard, what have you done?

Get him up.

- Where you taking me? - Shut up.

I need to use the toilet.

You could have asked before we put the fucking boiler suit on.

Please, I'm desperate.

For fuck's sake!

- Do you want to go or not? - Can I take the hat off?

No. You should know where your pisshole is by now.

- Go on. - I need privacy.

Here.

Relax, it isn't anything I haven't seen before!

What is it you want? There's no money here.

Agh.

- Barry? What are you...? - They've got my mother.

They've got Celine, too. Do you know these people?

- No, do you? - No, Barry.

I don't associate with people like this.

You think I do? Fuck you! You think I'd put my m...?

What? What?

Nothing, just...

Barry, if you know something, you tell me right now.

Just some hoods in the pub asking questions.

- What hoods? - Local guys, heavies.

- What did you tell them? - I can't fucking remember!

Another Murray/McKenna brief encounter.

What?

Let's hope with more amicable consequences than last time,

eh, Baz?

That was a rumour spread by ones who wanted Da out West Belfast.

- It's what you want to believe. - That's the fucking truth!

Enough!

Both of you.

Let's make this simple.

Do you remember that kidnapping protocols lecture

you went to last month, Mr Manager?

- Aye. - Well, then.

You'll have a head start on young Baz here, won't you?

You know exactly what to do in these situations?

The question was what do you do in these situations?

Cooperate, depending on the outcome.

Mm.

Shit.

Sorry, was there something you wanted to share there?

No, it's just...

I've got an important call with head office.

Fuck head office.

Fuck the bank!

You owe those bastards nothing,

and nothing is more important than what I'm telling you now.

Got it?

Cooperate. Because we're very serious people.

And we're very serious about what'll happen if you don't.

You fuck up,

Baz's ma gets executed.

You fuck up, Richard's wife gets executed.

No, no way! I'm not putting Celine's life in his hands!

Fuck you! I don't want you being responsible for my ma!

- This mess is all your fault! - All my fault?

Your fucking mess!

Finished?

Look,

your job is to keep each other's loved ones alive.

Now, you'll both be given a phone.

Baz, you'll be given two phones.

What each phone is for will become clear.

Answer the phones when we call.

Tomorrow, at an unspecified time,

a white box van will pull into Wellington Street

beside the bullion bay.

This is the contractor you've ordered

to clear away the office rubbish before Christmas.

You will evade security,

fill three cages with cash,

and bring them to us.

This will be a very swift operation,

and here's the clever bit.

Not one of my men

will set foot inside the bank

at any time.

Get a good night's sleep, lads.

You're gonna need it.

Hello?

OK.

Understood.

What are you at?

I'm making myself pretty for the gang who have my wife.

I'm trying to hide the large bruise erupting on my face.

No, you're making it worse.

What did they say?

They said we have to go. Now.

Right.

Just take my lead on this.

- We have to stay calm. - I need to take security down.

There's no way Mags will let us take a red cent out of the bank.

How do you propose taking down security?

I've a wrench in my locker.

- What the hell is this, Cluedo? - So, what's your great plan?

Nothing that involves violence against my staff!

- You're just a thug. - What?

What were you blabbing about to your mates the other night?

- They're not my mates. - That main guy called you Baz.

- So? - Like he knows you.

How can you be sure it wasn't him you were blabbing to?

- Because it wasn't. - Why have you got two phones?

A back-up maybe? This has fuck-all to do with me, yeah?

Well, that's for you to live with.

Must be your worst nightmare, stuck in here with me.

You've treated me like shit on your shoes,

scum from West Belfast since day one.

Once you found out exactly who I was, that was my card marked.

You'd never consider me for promotion, everyone but me.

You? Promotion? Wise up.

Fuck! What you doing?

Get your fucking hand off.

You'll get us fucking killed!

I'll drop you a block away. We can't be seen together.

We need to fucking do this, all right? Not for you and me...

- There is no you and me. - Oh, I know that.

I know you can't wait to get me off your payroll, Richard,

but today all I care about is my ma, so you can go and shite!

You can go and shite and all.

Give the gang what they want and away they go.

All right.

And no violence.

I heard you the first time.

Not too long before the big man arrives, eh, Mr Murray?

What?

Father Christmas.

- No Christmas cheer, then? - You know, Monday and all that.

- What happened to your head? - I, er...

I caught the corner of the cupboard.

There's a rubbish van coming later to do a pick-up.

- Is it in the book? - No, last-minute thing.

We need to get this place organised before we close up.

I'll need the details.

I'll give it to you in a wee minute.

Let me settle first. Will you buzz me through?

Grumpy fuckers!

Agh! Fuck!

Mr Murray? Sorry, I did knock.

I've been tasked with the chip shop run today,

and I thought that...

Oh. Hold on, Mr Larkin, he's here.

- Mr Murray. - I need five.

What did you say?

Did you tell 'em?

Fuck!

Is there something I can help you with, Graeme?

You're the one who needs help, pal.

- Mr Murray. - Hello...

- Jeff. - Yeah, sorry. My head's away.

Jeff, where have the staff lockers been moved to?

Thanks.

Jeff, which one's Barry McKenna's?

- The orange one at the end. - Right you are.

Shit!

Mr Larkham from head office is still waiting.

He's furious.

What happened you?

Do you have the list?

I'm finalising it now, OK? He'll have it soon.

Mr Larkin.

- Mr Murray is here now. - 'Richard!

'Finally. Not quite first thing Monday, though, is it?'

Sorry, sir. I've had quite the weekend.

'I'm happy to hear you had a good one, mate.

'You do realise it's the middle of the fucking night here?

'So, where's my redundancy list?'

'Somebody or something is ringing

'or we've all got tinnitus.'

Mr Murray, what are you doing?

Hello?

'I thought you'd answer a bit quicker

'considering we have a gun to your wife's head.'

It was in my pocket.

'This is a test run, Richard.

'When we call, you answer immediately.

'Fail, she dies.'

Ah, class!

You ever watched this, missus?

Your loss.

I had such a crush on that one.

I was pure gutted when she got married.

Time for a brew. Innit?

Where's the biccies at?

Didn't break, it's all right.

Is this lino or real wood?

Thinking of getting me ma a new kitchen.

Agh! Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God, no. - Get up!

Oh, my God.

Don't fucking move again, all right?

Are you fucking listening to me?

Don't fucking move again.

I'm listening.

'Your ma thought it would be clever to write a note

- 'and put it in the letterbox.' - Jesus Christ, don't hurt her.

- Please don't hurt her. - 'Swear on it!'

- Fuck... - 'Swear on the holy picture!'

Please, just do it, Ma, yeah? Just do it, please.

- 'I swear to Jesus Christ.' - GANGSTER: 'Louder!'

Calm your breathing, Mum, yeah?

- Just breathe. - 'Listen to your son.

'You've now sworn on the holy picture.'

Has she got her inhaler? She needs...

Yeah?

'We want a sweetener.

'£1 million in 20s at 6:25.'

How are we supposed to do that?

That'll be impossible to get past Mags' X-ray fucking vision.

'That's for you to work out.

'You know what's at stake here, don't you?'

Sorry. Sorry, OK.

- Where do you want it? - You'll receive instructions.

- He done quite the job on it. - Who did?

Murray. He stoved it in with a screwdriver.

Why would he do that to your locker?

I don't know, it's all good. I said he could, yeah?

Honestly.

I'd be having a word with HR, if I were you.

- I'd be a witness, if you want. - It's all good, Jeff, yeah?

It's all good, mate.

Fuck.

- They want a million out first. - What?

- What did you say? A million? - Ssh!

They want £1 million out in 20s at 6:25.

6:25? But that's not what they mentioned yesterday.

They said they're coming in a van. Why the change?

How should I know? He said it's a wee sweetener.

- What does that mean? - Ring back and ask, Richard.

Oh, shit! The rubbish collection.

Meet me in the vault in five.

- Yes, Steve. - No, it's Richard, listen.

'About the rubbish collection.'

I don't have specifics on time,

but they'll let me know when they're ready.

If we don't have the details, how do I log it, Mr Murray?

Mags, as I said, they will let me know and I'll let you know.

If you give me the number, I'll confirm the collection.

What were you hoping to find? Weapons? Balaclavas?

I never touched your damn locker. Let's get this done.

One... two... three.

Where are your phones? Where are your fucking phones?

What the hell are you doing?

- You had three calls from them. - Yeah, I would.

- One earlier saying time to go. - And then?

To hear my ma crying and swearing on her holy picture.

- After that? - They want to take £1 million.

- And bring it out where? - I don't know yet.

I have to call them when I'm out, on the other phone.

This is gonna end in tears for you if you're involved.

You, too, will have to "disappear".

You honestly think I'm in on it, do ye?

- Where did that appear from? - Oh, for fuck...

My training bag's been in the bottom of my locker for months.

You know that already. You've been in my fucking locker.

Do you think I would put my ma,

the woman I love more than anything, through this shit?

I don't know your ma's actually going through anything.

I had a gun put to my head by a coked-up wee cunt in a tracksuit

who, right now, is in my house with my ma.

What do you want me to say, Richard?

My dad put your fucking da out, is that it?

Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't.

I don't know. I'm not my fucking da.

You don't trust me and my type.

I was brought up not to trust you and your type.

- I'm fucking Catholic like you! - But your shit don't stink.

Whatever you need to tell yourself.

Richard, I am not my fucking da. You are not your da.

So, believe it or not, see us, in this moment, we are equal.

Might kill you to admit it, but it's true.

Give me the phones.

Just give me the phones.

He definitely said 20s? Cos that's not gonna fit in there.

What do we say?

Hello! Hello.

Everything OK down here?

Yes. Fine thanks, Mags. How are you?

I saw you fall.

Oh, um...

He helped me move the cages and he slipped.

Yeah. Getting ready for the rubbish collection.

What happened to your hand?

- Skinned it on the cages. - Yeah.

They're really heavy. Busiest time of the year.

Christmas.

OK.

Thought you'd hurt yourself, Mr Murray.

No, um... Thanks for your concern, Mags.

She's going.

Hello?

Hello?

Signal's coming and going.

Hello? Hello?

Just go, go, go! Just go!

Go!

Well?

Says he slipped.

Barry ran in there, left there and went up to the women's bogs.

Drink.

It's only water.

Is my husband OK?

What if he can't get them what they want?

There's security guards, how's he supposed...?

Do you not have faith in your husband, Mrs Murray?

Not always.

I hear ye.

Well, I suppose you'll know all about him one way or another

after this.

I buttered you some Paris bun.

No, thanks.

You'll need the sugar for energy.

Energy for what? What's gonna happen?

- Why are you doing all this? - All what?

Taking people hostage, an innocent woman, for Christ sake.

We're all innocent, love.

Are you the mother to one of them?

Nope.

- Wife? - Definitely not.

- So, why does a woman...? - Listen, sweetheart.

The Troubles visit people's doors

in different ways and we all need to survive.

Troubles visited our door, too. I didn't end up in a gang.

Well, lucky you.

You had a bank manager to bring home money, I didn't.

I had nobody to bring me anything.

So, sit there and shut yer damn gob, Miss Prim.

Mr Murray?

Mr Larkin sent this. It's the redundancy list.

He told me to put it directly into your hand.

Marjorie Fulton? Mags is on the list!

I asked if they're OK with bigger notes.

Tracey.

Be careful, Barry, for Christ's sake.

Wise up, she'd no clue.

- What did he say? - What?

- Who was it? - Oh, I don't know.

Deep voice.

Told him we need time to answer calls in the vault.

- Why did he call? - Checking up.

- Checking up? - Yeah.

I don't know. Checking the phones work, OK?

Jesus Christ.

Who's getting the boot, then? No need to pretend.

- I know I'm already gone. - My head's on the block, too.

Bullshit. You know you're safe, nobody knows the place like you.

- You have no idea. - They need you for a takeover.

They don't need the likes of me. Clearly.

Right.

That's a million.

Are you OK?

Yeah, all good. Just, er... Just need a second.

- You need to look normal. - Yeah, I know that.

I know, I'm trying to, but...

Jesus.

Barry, you need to calm down.

Just give me a second.

If I fuck this up, Richard, they shoot my mother.

Your wife.

Blood on my hands for the rest of my life.

- No, no, listen... - I can't do it. I can't...

Forget about everything else right now.

I've gotta go.

Good luck.

Good.

They'll know something's up.

'That's your problem, Richard.'

OK.

- OK, fine, I'll give it a go. - 'You'll give it a go?'

No, no, no. I'll do it. I'll do it.

Tracey?

Can I have a word?

Can you quickly let the staff know they can head home now?

- They'll be paid until nine. - Sure.

Get some last-minute Christmas shopping in.

Richard? When are you gonna notify the staff on the list?

I...

Fucking list!

Fuck!

Merry Christmas!

Sneaking away early, are you, man?

Ah, you know yourself.

Here till we're closed.

Anything in that bag for me?

Not unless you want to wash 11 million football jerseys.

I'm gonna need to see inside the bag.

Aye.

Bloody thing.

- Any time of day, like. - Yeah, I know.

This thing's fucked. One second.

- Mags. - Jim?

Jim?

- What is going on today? - He's let them out to shop.

- I'll buzz them through. - What's the hold-up, Jim?

Thank you very much.

Not too often we get this, is it? A free shopping day.

Enjoy.

No sneaky parties, you two.

Why are you sending staff home?

Just to give them a bit of shopping time.

- They've been so busy recently. - Would be nice to be notified.

I'm sorry, Mags. I'm just a bit distracted today.

Yeah, I can see that very clearly.

You need to be straight with people.

It's not fair to be keeping them in limbo.

What?

You can't mess people about if you know what's gonna happen.

If they're gonna make cuts, then for God's sake,

please, let me know now so I can make a plan.

You've needed me a lot in here over the years.

I need you now to be fair to me.

You will not be on that list, Mags, whatever happens.

You can trust me on that.

I will trust you on that.

Mags.

If you want to take a wee bit of time, too, you know, feel free.

Get some shopping in, maybe.

Jim and I can surely hold the fort for a couple of hours.

Really, could you? You can run security here as well, can you?

I'm not saying that. Jesus Christ, I'm just...

I'm just giving you some time.

I don't need time, Richard.

I need my job.

I'm outside, with the bag.

Yeah, no, Queen's Street, I know it.

- Big balls! - Give me that.

What the fuck is in that? Is there fucking bricks in it?

- You're a fucking bricky now? - Give me the fucking bag, Pete.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

I have to go.

Baz!

They took it.

- Who was it? - Some guy. Didn't say anything.

No, I didn't know him.

He didn't give any other instructions?

Well, maybe that's it. Maybe that's all they wanted.

Aye, yeah.

- Oh, God, no. - What?

Jesus Christ, is that a gun?

Richard...

You fucking serious? I've just given them a million pound.

I'll fucking kill you if you hurt my mother. I'll kill you!

'And now on BBC1 Northern Ireland...'

Now, was that the best smile you could do for your son?

Was it?

She'll be in a bad way with her breathing.

Wait till we get up top.

Wait till we get up top.

Wait till we get up top.

Yeah? Hello? Hello?

Hello.

'I want three full cages waiting.

'Tell Baz to call us when you're ready.'

Right.

Mr Murray?

'The rubbish contractor's gonna pick up shortly.'

- Do you have the details yet? - 'No. Not yet.'

- Beyond my pay grade to care. - Well, it's not beyond mine.

Get your arse down there and get the details when they turn up.

Please.

- Yes, ma'am. - Thanking you.

What do we do? 20s? 50s?

God knows. Just throw it in.

Someone's coming.

- Murray, are you there? - Ah, Jim.

Yeah.

Jim.

- You got that name for me yet? - What name?

The name of the rubbish folks for the access log.

What's the name of the rubbish company?

Jim, I'm up to me eyes. You'll see their name when they arrive.

No worries. Not much wrong with that old chair.

Oh, dodgy leg. Death trap.

Nah, get away. That'll do me for my shed.

Jim.

Can't let you take it.

- Why not? - It's, er... bank property.

Well, God forbid

"Bank property"?

What?

- Go. Go. - Yes.

Hello?

'We are ready.'

Give it a push!

- Use your back. - OK.

Let the prick wait.

Fuck him!

"Bank property" my arse!

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Right, lads. Move.

Can you make sure my ma's got her inhaler? She's got asthma.

Hey, compadre!

Where you going? Give that a wee push on there.

Don't just fucking stand there, Barry. Help him.

For fuck's sake.

Well, lads, working late?

What's with the wigs? Are yous on a stag?

Get the last cage on. Hurry up.

On you get.

Right, hold her steady.

All the way into the back there.

- Stay in there. - What? Why?

Why am I going?

Why do you need to take him?

Insurance, Rich. Insurance.

Stay inside, keep warm. Wait for the call.

What are you doing?

Have they taken our cages?

Er... No. They'll bring them back tomorrow.

Where's the Sundance Kid?

- Who? - Barry, who do you think?

Oh, he said he's away for fags.

Is he coming back or what?

I very much doubt it.

Here, you still have to get me the name

of the rubbish folk for the log.

What you fucking done? This is your fault!

Why have you got two phones?

You don't honestly think I'm in on this?

'Emergency. Which service do you require?'

'Hello?'

'Hello?'

'Richard.'

Yes?

'It's me, Barry.

'Richard, are you there?'

Why are you...?

- 'We're coming back, me and...' - Who?

'Me and the gang. They want more.'

- More what? - 'Cash.

'They want to do another run.

'They want more cash, are you listening to me?'

Barry, what the fuck is going on?

'I'll be there in 20 minutes.

'Do you hear me?'

Ugh.

Please.

Please what, Miss Prim? You want your buttered Paris bun now?

Please return my body to my family.

Shut your mouth.

Night, Jeff.

Mags, you need to take a look at this.

Richard.

Come on.

Mags is looking for you.

Is she? Can you buzz us through?

Is that more...?

- Are they coming back for that? - Aye, they are.

Can you buzz us through?

Jim!

Can you open the roller doors?

Jim!

Please!

My car?

That's my car. No!

Whiskey?

- Aye, I had... - You drinking on the job?

Drinking on OUR job?

Uisce Beatha. Baz, you'll know. Tell him.

- The water of life. - Correct.

The water of life, Richard.

All right, lads, that's it.

In one hour, you can go back to your lives.

Merry Christmas.

Help!

'Emergency, which service do you require?'

I need the police. I've a woman here.

There's been a kidnapping and I think a bank robbery.

All right?

Calm down.

Now, I'm gonna leave you,

but you have to stay on the floor for one full hour.

We will be watching.

'Foxtrot 524 from Uniform.'

Go ahead, Uniform.

'Foxtrot 524, Wellington Street, Belfast.

'Reported activity, side of the Northern Bank.

'Believed suspicious. Can you take a look?'

Roger, Uniform.

- Suspicious activities? - 'Roger.

'Caller reports men, believed to be wearing wigs

'whilst loading a white van.'

Roger, Uniform, we'll check it out.

Could be Father Christmas robbing a bank.

Times are hard, you know.

We'll take a cruise by.

'Roger.'

Worth having the holding cells free.

In case he's his reindeer with him.

Foxtrot 524.

Wellington Street is all clear.

No suspicious activities.

They got what they wanted.

Do... Do you think my ma and your wife are safe?

They'd have no reason to hurt them.

Yeah.

Jesus.

I've probably done more damage to Celine over the years

than they did.

Barry, this is all I've done for years, work-work-work 24/7,

and never bothered me arse about Celine because of the job.

That's all I thought about, day and night.

Everything was falling apart under my nose at home

and all I could think about was...

..was all the things that might go wrong in a bank.

Like a gang of binmen coming to rob the place?

Like having to make half the staff redundant.

- It'll be easier for you now. - How's that?

To let people off now you're down 20-odd million.

Aye.

Every cloud.

Ah, you... bastard.

Can you blame me?

I thought all those cash amounts were gang payments.

Yeah, course you did.

30 quid. That'd be a shite return for a bank robbery.

These are the football club's members' fees.

- You never heard of a computer? - Ah.

Too bloody lazy.

What do you reckon? We sign you up for next season?

Sure, why not?

I'd say I'll have a lot more free time.

I'd say we both will.

Sweetheart, did they hurt you?

Did they hurt you?

Celine, no. Celine, no, look at me.

Celine.

'Precise in its planning, daring in execution

'and staggering in its scale.

'This was a bank robbery which has netted the gang behind it

'in excess of £20 million sterling,

'making it one of the most lucrative heists ever.

'The family of two bank officials were held hostage

'by a gang from Sunday evening until Monday night.

'The men, both senior officials,

'were ordered to remove the vast sum from the bank's vaults.

'How the money was transported from the bank and by whom,

'and how many individuals were involved is still not known.'

'This was a violent and brutal crime.

'It was not some Robin Hood effort.

'Two families were kidnapped, they were abducted.

'People were threatened with death if they did not comply

'with the kidnappers' instructions.

'They were put through a great deal of trauma,

'which is why we take it so seriously.

'Over 45 detectives are employed on this enquiry,

'plus substantial numbers of analysts and forensic experts.

'Already 100 interviews have been conducted.

'We have about 100 more planned,

'and there have been many searches of both domestic

'and commercial properties in relation to this crime.

'We have been in consultation with the Northern Bank.

They will make an announcement this afternoon

in relation to their banknotes.

They intend to withdraw all banknotes from circulation,

and to reissue them in a different colour and style.

'In essence, this large robbery has become

'the largest theft of waste paper

'in the living history of Northern Ireland.'