Reckless

Fucking get down! Fucking get down! Get down, get down!

Fucking get down! Get down! Get down!

Fucking stay down! Stay down!

Don't fucking move!

Hey! Get on the... Come back! Come back here you!

Hey! Hey!

Shit! Oi! Come here! Get out of there now!

Get out! That way! Go!

-Fuck! Get on the. -floor! -Out of the fucking booth!

Go! Go this way! Get down there!

Get down! Get fucking down!

Don't you look at me! Go!

Get out there. Go! Get on the fucking floor!

Go! Let's go!

-Stay down! -Down! -Stay fucking down!

How we doing? I can't work it out!

-Zero, zero, zero! -No, I tried that! One, two, three, four!

No! 007!

It fucking worked! Oh, yes! Ha! I told you!

Come on, let's go. Give me one. Give me one.

Drop it in. Get it in there!

How many fucking bags we got? Why do we only got four bags?

Why do we only got four bags? It's all I've got!

-Jesus Christ! Put them more. -In then! Go on. -Stay down!

Stay fucking down! Stay down!

What are you doing, George? I thought we said no violence?

No names, you silly cunt! Zip the bag up! Zip the bag up!

Zip the bag up! Zip the bag up! Zip the fucking bag up!

What are you doing? Zip it up! I'm fucking zipping it!

Argh! Fucking hell! That is the alarm, gentlemen.

Let's go!

There's still money here! Jesus Christ!

You set that off, Kyle, you twat!

I was in the truck, bruv, with Toby!

Don't try and stare me out, mate. He's got a point. Now drop it.

I'm gonna blow it!

Fuck, can't see shit!

Right, lads. Fingers in your ears, yeah?

Fuck!

Hey! Hey! Give me my bag!

George, give him one of yours and let's get the hell out of here.

I'll meet you at the airfield, right?

Fucking hell, take your time Come on, baby, let's go.

"Give me the fucking money. I'll blow your fucking head apart!"

-Were they shitting. -themselves? -I'll tell you what,

-they really were shitting themselves. -Were they? -I was scary as fuck.

I scared myself.

Then I was, like, "Fucking die, cunt!"

-You didn't actually shoot anyone, - did you? -No. I wouldn't do that.

-I wouldn't. - I wouldn't put it past - you. -I didn't fuck it up this time.

No, you didn't. I didn't fuck it up this time.

I fucking done it! Yes, we did it!

I was right, wasn't I? Yeah? No!

-Mwah! You happy? -Yeah, I'm proper happy. -Yeah?

Is my share in there? Yeah, yeah, of course it is.

-We're gonna split it six ways. -Six? -Yes,

six ways. We got a tribute who's, uh, gonna take a slice.

Lovely, a tribute Who? I don't know. It doesn't matter,

does it? We've done a hard part. It's the home stretch.

Look, what did I promise you?

Me and you, V.

-Me and you. -Devon-Me and you, V, walking off into the sunset.

That's what I promised. It's lovely but not while driving.

-For fuck's sake! -Alright. Yeah, concentrate on the road. We did it.

-Love you, baby. -Oh, I love you too. -Yeah.

Oh, I'm starving! Yeah?

Yeah, but give me a kiss here. You hungry? Don't worry,

We're gonna get some food on the flight. Yeah?

And when we touch down in Faro, we're gonna be rich! Yes!

Yes, we've done it!

-Yes! - - Come on! Yes! -Whoo! - Whoo!

Come on, G. Where are you, mate?

Are you sure this bloke's good enough to fly at night?

Of course he is. He's a pilot.

He's one of Toby's mates, alright?

-He used to fly for the RAF. -He knows what he's doing. -Alright.

OK? Don't worry about it.

Where is he? Do you think he's stuck in traffic or something?

What about the others? Well, Toby

and Kyle have gone to a different airfield, to be sure.

Then we're gonna touch down in Faro. Gonna split the cash.

And then, like I said, V, it's gonna be you and me, isn't it?

Yeah. You OK? Come on, talk to me. Everything-It doesn't feel right.

-It doesn't feel right. - Why? -I don't know. I don't trust that George.

Well, don't worry about George. He'll be here. Alright? Trust me.

He'll be here, any minute. Mm...

-Devon, do you think they are— -Don't do it, V. Don't do it. -Alright.

You're gonna jinx it. OK? George is gonna be here.

He's my mate. He's not gonna let me down.

He'll be here.

But is this gonna be another one of those situations

that you get us into?

I don't know.

Fuck! Fuck.

Shit on my mum.

Bollocks!

-Give one of yours. -I'll meet you - at the airfield, yeah? - You twat!

Bollocks!

OK. Alright, V...

-What do we do? - I've got an idea, - right? -OK.Just trust me.

-OK.You trust me? -Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Yeah? - Yeah!

Right, get back! Get the fuck back

or I'm gonna blow this bitch's head clean off!

Stay alert. Fingers off triggers. Don't come closer or I'll kill!

-I'll do it! - Nobody wants to drop - a hostage. -Don't make me do it!

-Please! -It's gonna be alright. Just go with it.

If any of you lot so much as fart in this general direction,

then you're gonna be mopping her brains up off the fucking tarmac.

Do you hear me? I'm unarmed.

Stay calm. Nobody wants to get shot today.

Least of all your pretty girl. Oh, yeah,

she is pretty, isn't she? She's proper fit, she is.

So it'll be a shame to blow the bitch's head off. Now drop the guns!

Put the guns down now!

-Do it! -There you go. I've thrown you a bone.

Don't drop it.

What's your next move?

You gonna step up, or are you gonna embarrass yourself?

-Don't make me count to ten. -You're not gonna count to ten, mate!

I'll be the one who counts to ten. Right?

And by the time I've got to ten, I'm gonna be in that car,

and you're gonna make way for me to get away, and I'll drop

her off at the next junction, alright? I promise.

One!

Two.

Oh, bollocks.

I think we'll call it a night there, shall we?

Hello, Mum. Hello, love.

I can't talk right now. I'm in a little bit of a situation.

Alright. Mum, I'll call you back, OK?

Dorothy-Mum, I can't deal with Dorothy's 80th.

I'll have to call you back. Can you put the phone down?

-Is that any way to speak to your. -Mother? - Hello? - Who is this?

-Let me speak to Devon. -Devon is a little bit tied up at the moment.

No, no, he's fine.

I'll get him to give you a call back, OK? That's lovely.

Much love. What a nice young man-

See? Quiet the mind and the soul shall speak.

You did the right thing.

I'll make sure it buys you some brownie points with the judge.

Devon, I'm arresting you on suspicion of armed robbery,

assault and kidnap. You do not have to say anything.

It may harm your defence if you do not mention something

-when questioned you may later rely. -on in court. -Shit on my mum.

Anonymity, Willmott. Anonymity.

What was that about?

Nothing.

It better be.

Cheers!

Well done, buddy.

-An eight-year stretch, - and you're out in five. -Yeah.

Apart from the occasional shower skirmish, you've been a good boy.

-There wasn't any shower skirmishes. -What you talking about? -Yeah.

Course not.

Prisoner 604.

Well, look, from here, it's simple. You get out, I check up on you

and you don't ruin all that hard work by doin' anythin'...

naughty.

Nothing naughty.

-Got it? -Yeah. Or you'll be right back in here.

You know what? You sound just like my mum.

Listen. Don't fuck around, you cunt,

and I'll leave you fucking be.

Your mum ever say that?

Couple of times, yeah.

Cheers, mate.

Oh, my fucking, God.

Look who they bring-a back-a from the dead.

Come here. OK, Giuseppe.

-Oh. -Give me another kiss. -Ugh.