Gunned Down (London Heist)

Move! Come on!

Go on! Get in there!

Stop. Turn around.

You're gonna punch in the combination of the vault for me.

Now move.

Allow for emergency to begin.

Nothing yet near. We're on the clock. Eight minutes.

Robert Crane.

That's right, you look at me.

Because your wife, Cynthia,

and your son, Darren, are at home thinking of you.

This is not your money. You got me?

So punch it in.

19 Unit, two miles away.

Five minutes.

Give me the card.

- Trackers? - Shelves three and six.

Only the ones with blue labels.

Moore and Hank, two, four and five.

On the right.

Now be a good boy and get on the floor. Don't move.

- Port, to emergency tricar, ETA? - Three minutes.

Three minutes. Need to move.

Scanner nulla. Come on.

You deaf? We need to move.

Jack, we need to go now.

Come on... Come on, Jack.

Come on.

Hm.

Did you tell him?

He knows. I told him everything.

I love you so much, nan.

DCI Wickstead.

Four armed masked men reroute the alarms, disable the CCTV,

and send a fully armed C-9 team response unit

halfway across to the wrong side of London.

So that's four robberies in the last five years, all with the same MO.

They just bowled in like a day at the dogs.

You're not making a fucking mugger out of me, Cregan.

I want Jack Cregan on full surveillance.

- Jack Cregan? - Yeah, Jack Cregan. 6'4".

Scary looking fucker. You can't miss him.

Sir?

What?

I just wondered what you thought our chances were this time?

Our chances?

Yeah, well I know you've dealt with the family before, sir.

The old man, Alfie Cregan. You nearly had him once.

Just wondered what you thought our chances were of getting his son.

I mean, he seems different in his profile. I mean, he is slick, sir.

He's never been nicked. You think he's...

- You sound like a fan, Julian. - Sorry, sir.

Now go and talk to some witnesses.

Yes, sir.

Oi, liven up. What's with the long bow?

Well, I haven't heard a word from you all morning.

Nothing.

I was worried.

Yeah, well, there's nothing to worry about. We're all good.

Everything sorted with the old mugger?

Oh, I, uh... I haven't had a chance.

You ain't had a chance. What the fuck you been doin'?

I had something to take care of.

- But don't worry, I'll get it sorted. - Dad, listen to me.

We can't have all this wrapped around us.

We need to get it moved now. Make sure you do.

Yeah, I'll get it moved. I'll get it moved tonight.

What's wrong?

Nothing, I had, uh... I had a lot on my mind.

That's all. Leave it to me. I'm on it.

Sam, you ready?

Jack. Come here.

Talk to me.

Uh...

I love you, son, you know.

Of course I do.

I'll talk to you later.

Right, hey, I'll see you tonight.

Smoked salmon and scrambled eggs,

accompanied by a lovely glass of champagne,

for the most beautiful woman in the world.

- I think a little toast. - Okay.

To us and the future.

You are so sweet and such a good cook.

Well, that is why you married an older man.

...live on the scene.

The four, heavily-armed men

escaped with a substantial amount of cash.

This robbery bearing all the same hallmarks of four previous raids.

Detectives are still awaiting extradition rights

for this man, wanted fugitive Raymond Dixon,

- from Spain's Costa del Sol. - What does this mean?

What it said, they want him back.

Don't worry, he would never fold.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

...to be the mastermind behind an alleged string of armed robberies.

Specialized anti-robbery units

working alongside the National Crime Agency

have pledged to do whatever it takes to bring these gangs down.

- With compliments on the house. - Oh, thank you very much, Pippa.

Pippa, go and ask Lenny. See if he wants to join us.

All right.

Ed. What are you doing?

Well, you know the old wives tale, Jack.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies...

...even closer.

Well, here we go. Here we go. Look.

Official police statement is, we cleaned out...

an amazing...

four million worth of beautiful pink pictures of Her Majesty.

Well, all I have to say is, to The Queen.

- To The Queen! - God bless her.

Right, so, minus expenses, there's 800 large each.

The rest goes to Raymondo.

He's a renegade. He's all over the fucking news.

- They want him bad. - Yeah, I know, I saw it.

But, listen, Ray's no mug. He'll let it be it.

Oi, oi, here he is.

Sorry, Jack, Lenny's off tonight.

Anything you want is on the house.

Thanks, Steve. How's your dad?

He's good, thanks.

Still playing golf every day?

Yep, every day still. You all right?

Yeah, I'm good, man.

All right. Well, have a great night, guys.

He's a good kid, him. Comes from a proper family.

- Good looking fella. - All right, then, listen.

Over the years, we've been very, very lucky.

We made a shitload of money today and no one caught us.

So what we all agreed? From this moment on, it all ends.

We've done what we needed to

and we've always done it well.

Brings a tear to my eye.

I'm being serious.

So are we all agreed? To new beginnings.

- To new beginnings. - To new beginnings.

Where's the fucking money?

I'm gonna ask you one last time, old man.

- Where's the fucking money? - Fuck off, you cunt.

Let's see how fucking brave you are now, eh?

Where is it?!

Fuck off, you slimy fucking pimp.

Not so fucking bright now, are ya?! Are ya?!

You're too full of it!

Go on, fucking do it, you cocksucking fucker.

You fucking slimy cunt!

Go on, fucking do it!

Come on, do it!

Search the place. Charlie...

Jack, we should go.

Everyone is back at the house now.

- Yeah. - You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

- You know they're watching us. - Yeah, I know.

I'm not saying let it go,

but we need to seriously think about this.

Think about what, Sam? I'm not with ya.

Four million quid is gone.

And I've just watched my dad,

your uncle, be put in the fucking ground.

We need to find out who did it

and how did they know the money was there

at that exact time.

We've got to look at this logically, Jack.

We've done business with most of the firms in London.

It could be anyone.

Should have turned us in years ago.

If you would have listened to me and Frank,

we'd be making a fucking fortune at the other gig.

- And we wouldn't be in this shit. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And Alfie would still be here.

Well, let's get it right, Sam.

If we would have listened to you,

we would have been doing a 30 stretch or dead.

And we'd fuckin' ubered over there. The amount of gear...

Hey, boy... Who are you talking to...?

- Boy? - Who are you talking to, boy?

- Are you boy enough, eh? - Who the fuck you talking to?

Oi. Oi. Oi!

Sit down and remember where you are.

None of that shit matters anymore.

Look, as a group, let's not forget something here.

That bit of money was our out money.

So what we gonna do now?

Like I said, we need to think about this.

We've got the NCA breathing down our fucking necks.

Wickstead on our case.

He never got Alfie, so now he's obsessed with you, Jack.

Like you've always told me... told us.

Never panic. Deep breath.

Count to ten before you do anything.

Don't treat me like mug and get yourself nicked now.

Let the dust settle. Wait.

I love you, son, you know?

You want me to get a closer look?

Nah, don't bother.

There was a time when we would have fitted him up

with a tape from another bloke, even if it didn't stick.

He would have had his card marked.