Original subtitles

George.

CK.

Freedy. Steve.

Graham.

Now, let's take care of business.

- We all set? - (AII) Yeah, boss.

(Woman) Welcome to a tour of London's military history.

- From the Romans... - Come on, Byron, you like war stuff!

Not British war stuff. British war stuff sucks.

- That's no way to speak... - Give him a break!

Get up there, Byron. You're gonna like it. Come on, up you go.

0K, can you kinda lay off him for the clay?

You know, just try and find some sort of... Take it easy, 0K?

- Hello. - Hello.

You going in there?

- Careful. - British military history...

Sucks!

I'm Lynette and I'm your tour guide today.

(Snorts with laughter)

Well, at least we'll be sitting down.

(Big Ben chimes)

London was first established as a military outpost by the Romans.

It grew steadily into a town

that was spectacularly sacked by Queen Boudicca of the Iceni,

- whose statue you see over there. - This is so boring.

(Louis) So, so incredibly boring.

(Louis sighs)

So, so, so incredibly, totally, utterly boring.

Try spending a week in a manhole getting to know

the dietary habits of an Albanian farmer and his family.

Luxury. I was on the same stakeout.

Spent 12 weeks in the slurry pit.

At least you got the excitement of listening to someone flush the bog.

(Henno laughs)

Our target not only boasts about being in the SAS,

the Marines, bomb disposal, all of which is lies,

he boasts about being able to lay his hands on serious weapons,

which may not be lies.

This is Romeo One-Three. Target coming out of house.

Walking south down Collymore Road.

Get after him, Louis. Pick him up on Dalky Avenue.

Oi-oi. Don't forget Clarissa.

- (Doll) Mummy. - Clarissa?

Oh, really? It's...

It's the British Army and we do what our superiors tell us to do, don't we?

Of course we do.

I don't believe this.

What you laughing at?

Why are we wasting our time with him?

- (Henna) It's our job. - Cos he shot his mouth off in a pub?

(Finn) I imagine he's not alone there, Louis.

Yeah, Finn. I admit I enjoy shooting my mouth off from time to time.

I only joined the SAS so I could brag about it.

I know my weaknesses. It's one of my strengths.

- Beautiful baby. - Lovely at this age, aren't they?

Thank you.

He's turning down Castle Street.

This is Romeo One-Four. I had eyeball.

Bottom of Overton, target heading towards the station.

OK, I'll tag him there.

The column was erected to celebrate Nelson's glorious victory

over French and Spanish fleets at the battle of Trafalgar,

thus establishing British naval supremacy in Europe.

But not in America.

(Fleming) Dave, Becca, couple up and follow Henno.

- Can I have a timetable, please? - Certainly, there we go.

- Morning, sir. - Day return to the Isle of Dogs, please.

£5.00, thank you very much.

The eggs have to be properly beaten, none of that white umbilical stuff.

- Isle of Dogs. - Oh, and fresh coriander.

Opposite, as you can see, the cruiser HMS Belfast.

Amongst many battle honours, she played a key role

in the sinking of the German battlecruiser Scharnhorst,

and was the first ship to fire on the German shore defences at D-Day.

Another American victory.

(J‘ Hip-hop on radio)

Yeah, it's all quiet.

The tyre's by the gate, yeah?

I'd say the Dutch boys are here.

Romeo One-Two. Target is heading east down Cunningham Road.

Correction. Target is in taxi, heading west.

Repeat, west.

Got him. He's on his way to New Park.

- Doubling back... - Castle Street.

Heading down Castle Street.

(Louis) What about me?

You keep heading west.

We'll pick him up when we can.

- On the head, mate. - What happened to this place?

Like a bad dream.

This is Romeo One, Zero Alpha. Target is out of cab.

Becca, go into that office building.

See if you can get a view of the plot from the back.

- There's a caff over there, mate. - Stop thinking about your stomach.

Let's go to the café. Becca, Louis, RV the café.

My God...

My weapons expert.

I thought you just wanted me to look at some hardware.

Yeah, I do.

Have you got the other goods?

Hello! You all right?

Tea. Two sugars.

Same for me, love.

Er... Tea, no sugar. Thanks.

Hi. Can I have two fried eggs,

sausage, bacon, bubble and squeak,

beans, mushrooms, tomatoes, not the tinned tomatoes...

Excuse me. Can I help?

No, I'm just waiting for someone.

- Where is the toilet? - Oh...

Down the corridor, first on the right, up the stairs.

Help yourself to coffee from the machine. It's free.

Right.

- Do you know what that is? - 94mm LAW.

Light Anti-tank Weapon.

Full working order?

Well...

Hard to say.

The only way to know for certain...

from its sound...

is by firing it.

Knock out that door.

What?

- Hey, Monty, forget it. - Got you!

Just kidding.

Look, it's time we weren't here, so let's...

let's get loaded.

(Radio) How long you been married, Julie?

- Er, 15 years. - So you've seen a few changes.

How's the hair? Has he still got it?

- Oh, yeah. - I imagine he looks as youthful as ever.

- What is it? - Four builders.

None of them smoking, none of them swearing,

and none of them reading The Sun.

- Not builders. - Right...

Oh, OK. We've got to be moving.

Armed police!

(Shouting)

- Drop your weapons! - Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapons! Drop your weapons!

Blue on blue. Army, Special Ops. You?

Davy, Special Branch. Why the bloody hell are you here?

Cor, look at that. Full English, £4.95.

- It's all right, he's one of us. - Is he?

- Yeah. Are you Operational? - Surveillance.

Drug dealer, local gangster, went in a warehouse opposite.

Tall, black. Don't tell me you're on the same target.

No, white, public school, Walter Mitty.

Possibly illegal arms trading.

He too went into your warehouse.

I thought we'd finished the deal, Monty.

Friends, always a pleasure.

But this time, even more of a pleasure...

cos we're taking the money too.

Shooting's kicked off. Armed police, SE19, all available units.

- A couple of Uzis and AKs. - And pump-actions.

Could be taken out quite early in the proceedings.

Armed cops! Monty! There's loads of 'em.

Understood, sir. You're here in support only.

As soon as my armed back-up gets here, stand down.

Finn, go and get arms from the car. Becca, stay in OP.

Dave, Louis, cover the front.

I'm in charge here.

In here, yeah? Take a window. Take a window.

There's bloody loads of 'em.

Monty, what are we gonna do?

Oh! Oh, yes!

Oh! Oh, yes!

What are we gonna do?

Blast our way out, that's what we're gonna do!

Griffin, give them one of those.

What? You have to be joking.

Just do it now.

Where are those longs?

- Where's he going? - To get heavier weapons.

- You can't assault AKs with pistols. - Has he understood I'm in charge?

It's me who ends up in the Old Bailey

while you lot all claim special privileges and disappear.

..yet the plucky Cockneys battled on and kept their spirits up.

(Chuckles) And waited for the Americans to arrive and save their asses.

- Get that bus out of here now! - (Gunfire)

Oh, God!

Watch out, they've got a missile.

- You all right? - Yeah.

(Monty) Let's get out of here. Freedy, get the van.

Captain Fleming. Patch me through to Colonel Dempsey immediately.

Dempsey, you bloody idiot!

(Dempsey) No, I'm afraid he's right. It's their call.

But keep me updated and I'll try and link up with Silver Control.

- What about Cobra? - A bit early to be talking Cobra.

The Home Secretary has been notified.

Boss.

All call signs, Hereford says we take orders from the police on the scene.

Colonel's been told, apparently.

Sorry, Monty, I...I messed up...

What were you smoking, you total dickhead?

Oh...

OK, OK... Ah!

The car! Who's got the keys?

George had them.

- I've left them in the car, mate. - What...?

Monty, leave them alone. Look, we're not gonna make it to the car.

All right?

- Think about it. - OK. Freedy, Spence, with me.

Griffin. You guys. Keep them busy.

What are you doing?

(Machine-gun fire)

- What the hell's going on? - They're coming this way.

Down!

Get down!

This is Romeo One-Four-Three. X-rays in Reception.

If we hit them, we'll have the edge on them inside the building.

We can't attack. No authority and we're outgunned.

Top Shed says we take orders from the police.

Top Shed aren't here. We need to hit them now.

Stay down! Do you hear me?

(Growls)

Agh!

I'm not going without my stuff.

Don't be ridiculous. There's Old Bill everywhere.

(Police sirens)

Hey, what do you reckon? After three?

Three!

I need to get to the van. My gear, the money is on the van.

It's coming with us.

Where you going?

Just checking the exits.

What happens when they realise they're trapped and try to break out?

Enough! We sit tight.

At least let me and Louis flank left, get a closer look...

Roger that.

Romeo One-Two. On me!

What are we gonna do with this lot? You thought of that?

- We're taking the bus. - That's a cracking idea.

Be serious for a minute. This is serious.

- Please! - Look...

The Mayor is always saying we should take the bus.

It's me you're talking to now.

- We...are taking... - Don't look at me like that.

..the bus.

- Everybody up! - Come on. You heard what he said.

All of you now, move!

Coming out with three Yankees as a human shield.

Shall I engage them? I should be able to take them.

Negative. Just sit tight.

All right.

Or maybe I should go with the Yankees

and give you eyes on the plot.

Romeo One-Four, under no circumstances will you...

- Sir, I can't hear you. - "Romeo One-Four, come in."

Romeo One-Four, can you hear me?

Romeo One-Four, come in... Becca!

Becca!

Shit!

(Exhales)

Did you hear all the shooting?

No, please, no...

Turn around!

Get down!

I've a load of 94 LAWs.

More drugs than I've ever seen in my life before.

Romeo One-One. They're coming out, heading to the van.

Henno, get out of there.

(Screaming)

Stay close! Stay close!

Right! Anybody fire one shot and this lot get wasted.

(Screaming)

Do I have permission to engage if they come near the van?

I can finish this in seconds.

Romeo One, Zero Alpha, do not engage.

Repeat, you will not engage.

Can I defend myself? Look, I have the right to defend myself.

It's an order, Henno. Out.

CK! Get the stuff out of the van. We'll bring the bus round to you.

Run! Run!

(Shouting and gunfire)

(Indistinct shouting)

Stay where you are. Stay where you are and throw the gun down.

Put your gun down! Put the gun down, you dickhead.

Stay where you are and put the gun down.

Put it down, you mug!

Look at you without your gun, you filthy pig.

Back up! Face out! All of you, get up!

Get up! Junior, get up!

Get up! Face out! Face out!

Face out!

Get up! Get up! Get up!

Want me to shoot you? Do you?

Face out! No one move!

Get in the bus!

(Monty) Get in the bus!

Get everyone on the bus now!

Freedy!

What are you looking at, sweetheart?

Don't touch me, you bastard! Leave me alone!

You just stand here, all right? And mind your own business.

- Yeah. - And I won't hurt you.

(Shouting)

Move! Get up there quickly!

Face out!

Face out.

Get upstairs! Get up there.

Upstairs.

Let's go. Let's go. Move!

You, stay there! Stay there!

Come on, let's go!

Where are we going?

Who knows? It's just a magical mystery tour.

Bus is on the move, heading east.

Stop the bus!

Put the gun down!

I'm warning you! I'll kill her, I will!

Griffin, get in here.

- Monty, this is futile. - Griffin!

It's time for another one of those little missiles.

- I don't want any part in murder... - Don't!

Just do it.

Put the gun down!

Get that car out of here now.

Help me! I'm so scared, I don't want to die!

(Screams)

(Screaming)

Shit, that's heavy.

I thought you were supposed to be SAS.

His face!

Get him downstairs now.

Help me!

- We're coming in support. - We can take it from here.

- Like hell you can. - Our target and one of my troopers

is on that bus, she's our eyes and ears.

You lead us.

- Hey, are you all right? - Yeah, got something in my eye.

- Why did you let Becca go? - I didn't.

Man seriously injured on Ajax Road. Request ambulance ASAP.

- Continuing pursuit. - Let Davy take the lead.

(Hums Ride Of The Valkyries, theatrically)

(Crazed humming)

I can't believe we didn't hit them when we had the chance.

No. I don't like it any more than you do.

- One-Four-One. Receipt? - Come in, Becca.

Five x-rays on the top deck, including our target.

Two pistols, pump-action, Kalashnikov,

Uzi, shotgun.

Also a box of LAWs.

One moving downstairs. Repeat, one moving downstairs.

Also on the top deck, 12 Yankees, including me.

Bottom deck... Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily...

- You scared me. - What you doing, woman?

Praying.

I don't want to die.

Look...

You just...

be a good little girl...

and you're gonna be all right.

Dempsey's on his way. Silver Control has set up a base.

You was in the SAS, weren't you? You should be enjoying this.

Ah...

Yeah!

Fresh, now?

Where the hell are we going?

This has got to stop.

- Right, I want to get off. - What, this your stop, is it, boy?

Sit down! You ain't going nowhere.

Monty, where am I heading?

- Take the next exit. - Speak to him.

- What you say? - Go on, honey!

- Sir... We're from the USA... - Uh-huh.

My wife wondered if you might consider...releasing us.

OK.

There, I considered it.

(Laughs)

Any more requests? Huh?

OK.

Whoa!

J“ The wheels on the bus go round and round...

J“ Round and round and round all...day...long

J“ The gangsters on the bus go bang...bang...bang

J“ Trang-bang-bang

J“ The hostages on the bus go whoaaaah!

J“ Whoaaaah! Whoaaaah!

J“ The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round... J“

Come on, sing along! It's not as though it's difficult, is it?

What now?

Get CK and Graham down here now!

CK! Graham! Get down here now!

Down! Down! Up! Everyone up!

Up! Up! Down in front! The front!

Up! Down in front! Front!

(All shouting)

Monty! The road ahead is blocked! We have to turn now!

It's a trap.

Where the bloody hell are we now?

This is a joke.

Tool up in case we get the nod.

Chance would be a fine thing.

Move your barriers or else I kill everyone on the bus.

- Prick... - Patrick!

- Colonel. - Top brass are expecting us.

We should be able to patch our comms to pick up all our radio traffic.

The first priority is containment.

Our negotiator should be starting any moment.

(Henno) I'm hearing all this. Tell them we should get in there and attack.

Opinion noted.

I appreciate you staying in case we need you but I'm hoping

we'll wind this up in as peaceable a manner as possible.

(Feedback squeals)

- Here we are. - Who is that?

Enough! Can you switch that off?

Peaceable? When a busload of idiots have AKs and 94mm LA Ws,

and seem very happy to fire at anything and anyone.

If we hit them at the outset rather than going for tea and sympathy...

- Who is that? - Our staff sergeant.

Probably the most experienced man here.

- Can we hear from him in the flesh? - Haven't you heard enough, sir?

Patrick, bring him in.

Staff, come to Silver Control.

I'm a police liaison. My name's Andrew.

I just want to know what we can do to help resolve this peacefully.

(Machine-gun fire)

That seems to be working.

(Andrew) What is it that you want?

Staff Sergeant, you have an opinion. We'd like to hear it.

While you're cosying up to them,

we should be preparing a plan of assault.

We have someone on the inside. We train for this day in, day out.

The situation requires a violent solution.

What about the civilian casualties?

Hand over control, you won't have any.

And when the images are relayed around the world by TV helicopters?

I suggest you question your priorities...sir.

I suspect your career in politics may have just ended before it began.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Boss.

He lacks a certain refinement...

but he might be right about nettle-grabbing.

I think we'll stick with tea and sympathy, thank you.

Please, stop the shooting. Innocent people could get hurt.

Just tell us what we can do for you.

I could murder a pizza.

- How about you guys? - OK...

But we need to talk about serious matters too.

What, like toppings?

(Groaning, dripping)

You hear about these things,

but when they're actually happening to you...

Stay calm. We'll get out of here.

If we work together, we can come to some arrangement.

Look, just cut the crap and move the roadblocks.

We can't just do that. We have to talk.

Down! Everyone, downstairs!

Down! Downstairs now!

Everyone, get downstairs!

(Shouting)

(Shouting)

Right! Get the snipers off the roof!

And move the barriers!

Or I swear, I'll start killing people.

Do it! Do it!

Right! OK...

Who are we gonna shoot, then, huh?

Eeeny...

Meeny...

Miney...

Mo!

Sweetheart, it's OK.

(Shouting and screaming)

Take me. Look, he's just a kid.

- Do it! - No.

I don't want to shoot you, bitch.

There's other things I want to do to you.

So...

You don't want me to shoot the boy?

No.

OK.

Then you choose who I shoot.

Me.

You say that again and I'm gonna shoot the boy.

(Laughter)

Her.

Please. I've got two children.

- I'm a single parent. - Not her.

No.

OK.

OK, our American friends.

Huh? Huh?

- Huh? - (Man sobs)

One of the slags?

- (Vomits) - Ugh!

Or...

how about Lover Boy?

It's all right.

I'll go.

You stay here.

Out! Off the bus!

Off the bus!

Get off! Keep walking!

Stop!

OK.

You got five minutes.

Exactly five minutes to move the barriers.

Or else...

he dies.

Five minutes!

We are more than happy to talk, sir.

But making threats without telling us what you want is getting us nowhere.

- Please. We need more time. - 55 seconds.

- He means it. Somebody better... - Shut up!

What's her problem?

Stupid bitch.

Can't stop muttering, can you?

Leave her alone.

I like her.

Don't shoot him.

40...seconds!

(Andrew) Just tell us what it is you want.

40 seconds or we waste him!

"Waste him."

- What a prick! - (Finn) What's up with you, Henno?

That lot, that's what's up with me. They're scum.

Who does he think he is, a character in a rap video?

They talk about respect?

He doesn't know the meaning of the word.

- Something's bugging Henno. - I know.

He's got it in for the x-rays.

I think it's personal.

- Is it a racial thing? - Don't think so, mate. Not Henno.

Yeah, I'm not so sure.

I should know, Finn.

Let's set up a DPA. If they shoot the lad, we might just get the nod.

15...seconds...

Don't kill him, please.

OK.

You do it, Soldier Blue.

Me? No.

- No, no, I... - No.

You don't know one end of a gun from the next, do you?

I'm not shooting a man in cold blood.

- I want nothing to do with this... - Shut up!

Spence.

You do it. You go kill him.

Five!

(Andrew) Killing an innocent person is not going to help.

- (Hums a hymn) - We should at least discuss this further.

FOUL

Three.

There's no need for this. Listen to us. We're in a position to help.

Two.

Please release the hostages.

Release the hostages now.

One.

Shut up!

(Screaming)

Nice shot.

This has got to stop. This is crazy.

Shut it! Or I swear, you are next.

Now...

That was you Iot's fault.

I warned you and you didn't listen.

Move the barriers and let us go.

Or I swear...

I'm going to put one of these tank missiles into a towerblock.

(Whispers) Where are you?

If you don't do something soon, I'll do it on my own.

- She will too. - Poor kid.

No contact with us, repeating her messages.

Doesn't even know if we're getting them.

I suppose you're right.

There's me thinking you're tuned into her, Finn.

- What about the QRF? - There's no time.

Improvise.

Right.

We need ten minutes to get into position.

Then drop the barriers on Colchester Road.

Half a mile back is an old carpet factory with scaffolding on it.

We're moving the barriers now.

Please, hold your fire.

Come on, Patrick, we like a challenge.

- And Becca? - She knows the score.

This is one of those jobs you get in early, do your killing and get out.

That way, the least people get hurt.

Where are we going?

The world is our oyster, princess.

Southend. How about the seaside?

Huh? Supposed to be nice this time of year.

- Don't be stupid, all right? - No, you're right.

Southend is rubbish all year round.

- Look, we need a way out of here. - Yeah. We do.

(Tyres screech)

You! Stop!

- I need your van. Police. - Let's see your bloody warrant card.

Sorry, I don't have time.

And to your right, we've got some really minging houses.

- And to your left... - Just shut up. You're not funny.

What are we gonna do? Just drive round till we run out of petrol?

OK, so you wanna be in charge, do you?

No, look, I don't wanna be in charge, all right? Ijust wanna get out of here.

- How? - I don't know!

Come on, Finn.

All call signs in position?

- Romeo One-One in position. - Romeo One-Five in position.

Romeo One, Zero Alpha, in position.

- Romeo One-Two in position. - Romeo One-Three...

Target approaching.

Got it.

Come on.

Oh, shit... Move the bloody van!

Move it now!

Come on... Focus...

(Screaming)

- I just heard something upstairs. - He's dead.

Freedy, get in there and drive.

CK! Graham! Get upstairs.

(Louis yells) Ow, Jesus!

(Screaming)

Christ!

Regroup! Regroup!

- Any suggestions? - Do it again before Plod gets here.

Only we do it better.

- Save face? - Yes.

- And Becca. - Roger that but we're shorthanded.

- No, we're not. - You're injured.

I'm fine. I'm not going nowhere till Becca's sorted.

And we need the numbers.

- See, now, that showed them. - That's marvellous, that really is...

I mean, they've already done two of us.

The engine's shot and they're getting ready to pop us.

And you think that we showed 'em?

Bravo, darling. Bravo...

- What are we gonna do? - Give yourselves up.

For Christ's sake, end it.

We...are gonna fight!

We are gonna go out in a blaze of glory, that's what we're gonna do.

Yeah, you can. I'm gonna run for it.

What do you mean? Do that, they're gonna shoot you!

That's if I don't get to you first.

This is your fault, Monty.

If you'd have spoke to them instead of making pizza jokes,

then maybe we'd get out of here.

Get that cap off. Take your things off. Take it off.

- What you doing? - What's it look like?

I'm becoming a hostage. Let them shoot him and let me go.

You idiot!

Give me your coat. Take it off! Go on!

They'll be expecting us, so we take the shortest route in.

Hit them from behind. Finn, remain in position. Give us covering fire.

Dave, we need a diversionary five-gram, shaped charge

on the right-hand side of the bus.

Boss, you and the Captain take the front driver's door.

Dave and myself, take the rear door, Louis, covering fire from the back.

We go in four.

- Like it? - Love it.

- Right, let's slot the bastards. - Stop.

You've got the edge on me in service and experience. I show you respect.

- Sir. - What's eating you?

Do we have time? This has been a cock-up from beginning to end.

- It's not just that. - With respect...

I can't have you on this attack if yourjudgment's impaired.

What?

Tell me what's eating you or stand down.

In the British Army, we do what our superiors tell us, don't we?

Tell me or I will stand you down.

I'm laying covering fire.

I grew up here.

This is my home.

The old boy, the girl in the caff, I know them.

This place used to be a community.

There weren't any hooded bastards with their guns, drugs and knives,

mugging old ladies and sponging off the state.

- Is this about race? - What?

Race, colour, creed has nothing to do with it.

It's about this new generation.

My nan got too scared to walk out of her own front door.

They put her in sheltered accommodation.

She died two months later.

They stole this place from her.

OK.

And you're in command of yourself?

- I can't have you losing it, Staff. - I won't lose it, sir.

Yes, it's personal but it won't affect my work.

IwiII kill them in a calm, professional manner.

And that is a promise, sir.

(Whispers) They're thinking of killing another hostage.

Where are you?

And what's this, eh?

What you doing? Spence, what you doing?

- She's wired. - That's her mobile, bruv.

This...is no mobile.

Is it, darling, eh?

Who are you, bitch? Hmm?

Who you been talking to?

This is Romeo One-Three. We may have a problem.

Becca's cover may be blown.

Hmm?

- You're killing her. - Yeah, that's right.

- I'm killing her. - Well, don't.

I said, don't!

Well... You want some... Huh?

Huh? Huh?

I know you. You were on the street.

And on the train.

On the way here. You've been following me.

What was that?

Nothing. I thought I recognised her but I'm wrong.

Wait!

She followed you?

No, no... Ijust thought I saw her... But I was wrong.

- (Punches roof) - I'm mistaken.

You... You...brought those cops here after us?

No... No!

- (Screaming and shouting) - Monty, I am going.

Oi!

Oh...

You're cool. You're so cool.

You're something special.

But now...

J“ The end is near! J“

It's time to say goodbye.

(Henno) Go, One.

- Get down! - Go, Two!

Get down!

Go, go, go, go!

(Griffin) Don't shoot! I'm not armed!

Not armed!

Do you want to see me shoot him? Want to see me shoot him?

Come on!

Drop your weapon! Drop your weapon! Drop your weapon!

Put your weapon down!

Put your weapon down! Put your weapon down!

Drop the weapon!

Drop your weapon! Drop your weapon!

You drop your weapons or I swear, I'll take her with me!

Put your weapon down!

You drop your guns or she's dead!

Drop the weapon!

Put your weapon down!

(Fires)

Goodbye, Monty.

Who dares wins, pal.

Come on.

Let's take you to your mum.

How you feeling? You all right?

You all right?

Bit shaken, pal, but we're the lucky ones, aren't we?

We're alive, yeah? Thanks.

Cheers.

What do you want now?

I was gonna ask about the plucky Cockneys.

I'd like to hear a little more about them if that's OK with you.

Well done, everybody. Good job.

Right, de-rig, debrief.

There's a cracking pub up the road.

Well, it...used to be cracking.