Snatch

-Happy New Year, Dad. -Happy New Year, Albert. Take this.

Albert needs to understand, if he's gonna play the game,

he needs to go in heavy.

- You keep your beak out of it, Vic Hill.

Come on, Charlie, you know we need as much cash as we can

to bet on Billy's fight tonight.

I have a very rare fob watch.

I'd like an appraisal for a sale.

- Sonny's got a collection going out this morning.

- I give you the route. - Two trucks?

You figure out the best place to hit the truck.

- We've rung the bell. - Hell, yeah.

That's gangsta!

-Time to hustle, Vic. We'll come back tomorrow and fill our boots.

-One for me, one for the wife, one for Albert,

and one for luck.

Put it away. No.

Let's see who it is and have a nice, quiet word.

Get down!

Aah!

- Freeze! - Stay down!

Bob?

Don't shoot!

You dirty son of a bitch!

Your double-crossed me, Fink!

- So, you're telling me there was two trucks?

-Yeah, two exactly the same trucks, passing me at exactly the same time.

- So, uh, which one did you choose, Charlie?

- The one that looked just like the other one.

- Oh, fair play. Sonny wasn't shipping gold.

- So you have no idea whose gold this is?

Yeah... yeah we do.

It's ours!

And this mountain of auriferous

has gotta be worth bloody millions.

It's official... we can retire.

- Can't retire if you've never worked, knob head.

Yeah, of course you can.

My father hasn't worked a day in his life.

Beginning to think I hadn't been so blessed.

Thank you, God!

- Nobody's retirin'. - Oh, here we go.

- We have stumbled across a fortune in gold bullion

with no clue what dangerous bastard it belongs to.

We have zero experience in trading precious metals,

and if we start making inquiries

to the wrong fence, we'll come unstuck

quicker than shit moves through a goose.

No. We stash all of it,

all of it until we know who and what we're dealing with.

- Then what? Suppose you got a spare safe

knockin' around here?

Shut up.

-There are some advantages to being the son of a bank robber.

- Good boy, Smudger, just stick 'em on the shelf.

- Oi. Be careful, sloppy bollocks.

Shit. Sorry.

What are you doin'?

Watchin' them young tarts and old farts, skinny little pedo?

- Some kids posted a video clip on Instagram.

It's a... security truck gettin' boosted.

Give us that here.

- It's impossible to make a dishonest livin' these days

without gettin' a camera shoved in your face.

These mobile devices have spawned

a generation of grasses.

- Hey, Vic, you should take a look at this, mate.

It's a bullion heist.

- Bullion? - Yeah.

Here you are. Take a look.

Hmm...

- Ah. I mean, talk about a two-pronged attack, eh?

Boom! Opened up that van like a can of beans.

This giving you a stiffy, Peters?

Speaking' of pricks...

- You seen it, then? - Yeah, it's called "viral," Bob.

You goin' after it?

Uh, Bob, you're CTF.

Isn't there a shipment of BB guns that need confiscatin' somewhere?

Listen... Teri.

I know about gold heists. I did a bit of work

with Flying Squad, I mean, I... I can help.

Yeah. All right, then, Bob. I'll have an Americano and an almond croissant.

-Right. I think we should move a couple of ingots for a bit of running about money.

- Yeah. We're all a little bit short, right?

-No. Not one single ingot. Right? No one talks about the gold,

nobody knows about the gold,

nobody even thinks about the gold.

The gold doesn't exist, are we clear?

- God, you're such a pill sometimes, Al.

It's Lotti Mott.

- Shit. - Shit.

Keep your business off text!

We need to talk.

Hello, Sidney?

Mr. Gold?

Sidney, don't get emotional.

Thanks to all this, I've gotta find someone else for the job today.

Stop, please.

I've always got top results. Whatever it takes...

I have no complaints regarding your skills.

In fact, our mutual friend there is something of a legend,

and that's a compliment to you, Sidney.

Cost me a pretty penny, I'll tell ya.

Goes by the name of...

Windrush.

He's the best hired hand money can buy.

No... no... please, Mr. Gold!

Alas, Sidney, you're something of a schmuck.

Now I know this because having decided that no one's gonna notice

if you steal one of my paintings from the Venice job...

-Saul, please... - you go and pinch the middle section

of the Whore of Babylon triptych!

Please, Mr. Gold!

Saul Gold and Associates.

Saul. Vic Hill.

Vic?

How's Her Majesty treatin' you, then?

- Well, I can't grumble, Saul, and if I did, who'd listen?

So, what can I do you for?

-You hear anythin' about the bullion heist last night?

Forklifts and piggys.

- I seen the video. It's tidy work.

Actually reminded me the sort of work you might've done.

- Anybody ringin' your bell? Tryin' to move the consignment?

Not a peep.

Why the inquiry?

Well, I'm just sniffin' about.

It gets a bit stale in here, Saul.

Imagination runs wild.

-Well, if you're looking for action, I might have something to put your way.

I need a couple of cool heads for a job this afternoon.

Low risk, going rates. Got a face that fits?

Ah...

-We took a vote. Decided to pass on your offer.

-Yeah, haven't quite reached the armed robbery phase in our projected careers.

- We didn't hit your boyfriend's truck.

I know you didn't.

So what's with the sit down?

Right place. Right time.

Wrong truck.

Credit where it's due, you boys are gangsta.

Take another vote, and then come find me.

-Thirty thousand views! This thing's breaking the Internet!

We're gonna get shot.

Right. I'm gettin' tooled up!

Wait, calm down! Sit down!

Sit down. Sit down.

We're rockin' masks and boiler suits.

No one can know it's us, can they?

No.

But what about Lotti Mott?

Huh?

- Listen, I don't know about her.

Do I? I've gotta think about it.

You keep your eye on her, Bill.

I can do that.

- Albert? - Yeah?

Vic's on the blower.

- Well, that is all I need, isn't it?

- We did all right last night, didn't we, boy?

- Last night? - The fight, Al.

You got somethin' else in the hopper, son?

- Oh, no, you're right, sorry, I've... I've had a couple

and I'm celebratin'. - Have a tall one for me.

So what's goin' on?

Saul Gold is goin' on.

Saul Gold the fence?

He's called a job on.

Pick up and drop this afternoon.

Ten grand, son, C.O.D. We will carve it.

Uh, yeah, today's no good.

- The job's booked and it's good readies.

-I understand that, but today is not a good day, Dad.

- Every day is a good day for a bit of graft, Albert.

-Yeah, right. Go on, then. Yeah, I'll do it. For seven and a half, though.

You get two and a half for the booking.

You negotiatin' with me, son?

- This is not a negotiation, Dad.

- Six for you, four for me, chop-chop.

- There you are, Mrs. Reid, your order.

- Oh, Lily. It looks just like his favorite shooter.

You've done us proud.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

John'll love it.

Well... would have.

- Just finishing up. Won't be a minute.

- Course... he would've been balls-deep

in all that bullion hoo-ha, daft sod.

-Worth millions, I heard. Every face in the manor is sniffin' about.

Oh, bunch of prats.

That much gold's nothing but a travelcard to the coroner.

Or the clink.

Prosperity. Power. Punana.

Prosperity. Power. Punana.

Sonny? We got company.

You have any... idea what it is to dance

on the steps of Shangri-la?

-"This town is like a great big pussy, just waitin' to get fucked!"

"Hoo-hah!"