[Terry has fallen through into an underground vault while digging the tunnel to get into the bank]
Dave Shilling: What's down there?
Terry Leather: It's a pile of skeletons.
Dave Shilling: You're joking. Let's hope they're not the last gang who tried to take this bank.
[robbers laugh]
Martine Love: I know you, Terry. And I know your mates. You've always been looking for the big score. The one that makes sense of everything. I have it for you.
Terry Leather: What?
Martine Love: A bank.
Terry Leather: A bank, as in rob? How would you know about a bank?
Martine Love:
I've been seeing this guy, runs his own business - security systems. Next month they're installing new alarms in a bank in Marylebone. Seems like the trains have been setting off the tremble alarms in the vault, and so they've had to turn them off. So for a week or so, they won't have any.
Terry Leather: Now why would he tell you all this?
Martine
Love: We were having a laugh about it. Imagine if half the villains in London knew about this, he said. And I thought, I know half the villains in London. I grew up with some of them.
Young Soldier: [while being fitted for a jacket] A bit tight under the arms, don't you think?
Guy Singer: Traditional fit, sir. One can't raise one's hands above one's head. It tends to inhibit any impulsive acts of surrender.
Sonia Bern: You don't understand. My box, and those of my friends, may have been rifled. Surely you can pull some strings. You're a minister of the government for god's sake!
Lord Drysdale: Sonia, I really don't think I'm able to help here.
Sonia Bern: Perhaps you don't fully comprehend. I have photographs, compromising photographs,
live film of you, Miles Urquart, all my regulars - in this safe deposit box. You all know each other if that's any consolation.
Lord Drysdale: You've got photographs of me? You conniving cunt!
Terry Leather: There's another problem. This robbery's pissed off some local villains.
Tim Everett: The guts come with the glory, eh?
Terry Leather: One of our mates has been killed.
Tim Everett: Hardly surprising considering the roster of reprobates that are the safe deposit box customers. Listen Terry, our
commitment is for the recovery of the royal portraits only. The proceeds and the piss-offs are both yours to deal with.
Tim Everett: [after being debriefed about Michael X] Well, it's all straight-forward enough. I'll send a team into this bank and take whatever he's got in his safe deposit box.
Miles Urquart: That will have to be sanctioned at the highest level, and that's not going to happen.
Tim Everett: Ah.
Miles Urquart:
Do you see our problem? There can be no connection to Five or Six.
Tim Everett: So you want me to come up with something that avoids any accountability for anyone?
Miles Urquart: We'd welcome suggestions, Tim.
Tim Everett: And if it all goes pear-shaped? I assume it's my arse on the line.
Miles Urquart:
You're young and ambitious, Tim. A chance to make a name for yourself.
Michael X: You know, I always wanted to meet a white man by the name of Brown. You know what this is?
[Michael X puts a collar around Brown's neck]
Michael X: It's a slave collar, and the white man made my mothers and fathers wear this to bend them to his will. Can I bend you to my will, Mr. Brown?
Gale Benson: Hakim, tell us more about your book.
Hakim Jamal: It's about being born black in America. Can any of you imagine what it's like to be a black man in this world? Can any of you white women imagine what it would be like to bring a black baby into this world?
Terry Leather: This is The Major. Major Guy Singer. Final member of our team.
Bambas: I don't know this man. Who are you?
Guy Singer: None of your business.
Terry Leather: No secrets around here. Major's a con artist, usually elderly widows.
Guy Singer: There's no need to bring that up.