Snatch

Have you considered just once that Dad

is not the bloke you think he is?

He's a selfish prick.

They wanted us out of the picture.

Who wanted us out of the picture?

Albert, Lily.

Where's the gold?! It's in the wheelbarrow.

Where's my gold, boy?

Bob Fink's got it.

Okay, Charlie.

I want to see her.

They were supposed to kill you

in Vic Hill's lockup 15 years ago.

You were in on that?

We all have to go a little off peace at times.

Yes, sir.

The truck is on its way.

Hello, hello, my little Grim Reaper.

You still trucking, baby?

How long until your heavy-metal steed

slams into my throbbing mosh pit?

Should be clocked out by 2:00.

Right, let's be having ya.

Oh, no, you bloody well don't.

We've rung the bell.

I warned you, Bobby-Boy. Now look at ya.

Right ol' mess.

Right, we got 30 hours to the exchange.

Got a safe house on Rivington Street

where we can stash it.

No.

Take it to Elm Lodge.

Bit close to home, sir.

I don't intend to let this out of my sight, Dwyer.

Call Peters.

Have him meet us there with the rest of the squad.

Load the gold into the van.

And if you ask Windrush nicely, he might lend a hand.

Well?

Keys, keys, keys, keys, keys.

Oh, God.

Come on, let's go. Come on, come on, boy.

Come on. Good boy.

Vic.

Albert.

Lotti.

What the hell's going on?

Vic? Family meeting, everyone out.

Stay. Get out!

Stay! They've been more family

than you have these past few years.

All right, I'll tell you what happened.

Your son lost my gold to Bob Fink, all of it!

Your gold?

You had it for all of about an hour

15 years ago the night you lost it.

I was sold out. Yeah, by Bob Fink.

Oh, how did we not see that one coming?

That was then and this is now, and now it's you!

You're the snake in the grass, my own son.

You lied to me! Both of ya!

Your father and your husband.

Father, that's debatable, isn't it?

I try my best for you, boy.

Being a bank robber and a responsible parent

weren't exactly compatible occupations.

Who said you had to be a bank robber?

I wouldn't have cared if you were a plumber or a pen pusher.

I was not meant to stick my head under a sink

or rot behind a desk!

And neither were you. That is not the Hill way.

Hill way? Do me a favor.

We have been hanging on by a thread

as long as I can remember!

That is enough, the pair of you!

You are so blind.

So desperate to dish out the blame.

You are both as obsessed as each other,

two peas from the same pod.

Now, this bloody gold has taken

its pound of flesh from all of us.

It's all of us, not just you.

I'm glad it's gone. Fink's welcome to it.

It can bury him the same way it's buried

everybody else who's had it in their hands.

It's late. We're all exhausted.

Get some sleep.

Everybody stays here tonight.

What do you want, Vic?

My wife.

Fifteen years a long time for a stag

to be estranged from his doe.

The only loving embrace you're gonna get tonight

is from the cushion of the sofa.

Well, I didn't mean it like that, Lil.

I just... wanted to talk.

Well? Would you have preferred it

if I was a civilian, Lil,

stuck behind a desk every day?

Me wearing a tie.

You packing me cheese and chutney sandwiches

every day for lunch, would that have made you happy?

I knew who you were when we tied the knot

and I signed up to it, all of it.

And God knows I've always fancied you.

Sometimes I wish I didn't.

Would've made all these past years a lot more bearable.

It's not me that you need to worry about, it's your son.

He needs a father who loves him,

who, more importantly, trusts him.

You know, he's grown up into a smart young man, your Albert.

I just hope you take the time to get to know him.

You used to be a bit of a footballer back in the day.

You still play a bit? Why?

You fancy a kick about, Hate 'Em?

You know, your old man used to drive me mad in the nick.

Spun me the same story over and over again

about how you scored the winning goal

on some poxy little league cup final.

I'm surprised he even remembered that.

I never heard the end of it.

The score was 1-1.

It was the 89th minute.

My Albert through on goal.

Legs pumping like a pair of pistons.

Two massive defenders

descending down on him from either side.

He drops his shoulder.

Shells the first one like a monkey nut.

Second one got twisted like a pretzel.

Then it was my boy.

One on one with the keeper.

The keeper's come out, spread himself like an octopus,

all arms and legs.

My Albert stood his ground.

Spun that kid like a tornado.

Smashed the back of that net.

Yes, get in there!

You know, I thought I was gonna miss that, hmm?

Your dad didn't.

He always knew you was gonna score.

Never doubted you for a minute.

Anyway, look, I'm knackered.

I'm gonna go and get my head down.

Good night, kid.

Back of the net.

Oh, Scoot.

Wake me up in five.

I need to go and find the guys.

Charlie!

Charlie. Morning.

Morning. Come in. The gang's in there.

Come here.

Where have you been?

Ohh... let me see.

I was kidnapped.

Handcuffed to a radiator.

Beaten to a pulp, stuck in a closet,

then witness to a brutal murder.

You, uh, been hitting

the old gin and mushrooms again, mate?

Eh, those days are behind me, Billy-Boy.

I'm a new man.

Who's this? This is Scooter.

I adopted him.

Oh, God, what happened? Someone die?

Yeah, actually, quite a few people.

Oh.

We lost the gold, Charlie.

Fink's got it. We're done.

Yeah, well, actually, Fink doesn't have it.

He's dead.

What do you mean... Fink's dead?

Yeah, with Fink's brains splattered across the rug,

off skipped Chief Superintendent Jones

to Elm Lodge with our bounty.

Do you know this Jones character, Hate 'Em?

Yeah, he was a bent copper

on the beat from back in the day.

Must have bullied his way up the ladder.

And he said 30 hours to this exchange, right?

So he's gonna off-load the gold

early tomorrow morning to his client.

So that gives us enough time to track him down, right?

We are not going through all this again.

We are not going after the gold.

Now, I said it would kill Fink

just like it's killed everybody else.

What more proof do you need?

Yeah, I'm with Mum on this one. Forget the gold.

Let somebody else feel the weight of it.

We hit Jones at this exchange instead.

Let him do the work for us. We go for money.

I like where you're going with this, son.

We cut the middleman, play the end game.

What do you reckon, Lil?

Decamp to the lockup?

Plan it out properly, just like old times?

We pull this off, Mum, and we're clear

of all this shit.