The Bank Job2008

Lew Vogel:
[has just received the anticipated call from the bank robbers] Hello?

Terry Leather:
Who am I talking to?

Lew Vogel:
[very keenly] Terry Leather, Kevin Swain, Martine Love, Eddie Burton. Yeah, Mr. Shilling was kind enough to speak with me about this.

Terry Leather:
You put Dave on the phone now.

Lew Vogel:
Well I'd oblige to, but... he seems to be indisposed at the moment.

Terry Leather:
What do you want?

Lew Vogel:
Just a couple of things from what you've stolen. A ledger with a dark red cover. And some photos that I'm sure the MI-5 is interested in. The "Royal portfolio".

Terry Leather:
All we got is money and jewels.

Lew Vogel:
[takes glasses off, to rub his eyes] Then I suggest you look again. [gives phone to Eddie who's tied to a chair] Speak to your friends. [holds phone out and puts glasses back on]

Eddie Burton:
[terrified and miserable] Hello? Who is this?

Terry Leather:
Eddie, this is Terry.

Eddie Burton:
[crying] Oh Terry, f***ing hell. Dave's all messed up, and they're going to do the same to me. You got to help.

Terry Leather:
[calm] Listen to me, Eddie. I don't have what he wants.

Eddie Burton:
No? [off Vogol's bitter stern look who has heard this too starts panicking] No, you've got to have what they want, you've got to. You've got to help.

Terry Leather:
Eddie, what am I supposed to do? You tell him, we don't have it!

Eddie Burton:
[pleading] You've got to. You have to. You...

Terry Leather:
[yelling] What else am I supposed to do? Tell him that! You tell him, I don't have his f***ing ledger! You tell that c*nt now!

Eddie Burton:
[breaking down in tears softly to Vogol who has lowered the phone] No. [shaking his head] He doesn't have it.

Lew Vogel:
[nods/says understandingly but in reality sarcastic] Right. [nods to cohort]

Vogol's cohort:
[making a quick fluid motion takes his gun out and shoots/kills Dave]

Eddie Burton:
NO! [Lew Vogel puts the phone back up to Eddie's face so he can report the news to Terry] They just shot Dave. [tears streaming down his face] Dave is dead. [Terry Leather's face is covered with a shocked look]

Lew Vogel:
[takes the phone and says in it] I'll give you one hour to find what I want... or I'll kill this man too. [hangs phone up]

Terry Leather:
[more shocked then ever hangs up and runs with Kevin to the van. They start emptying every bag out, creating a heap of papers] F***!

Kevin Swain:
[sees a red ledger] Wait, is this it? This might be it.

Terry Leather:
[picks it up and reads] Lew Vogel. That's what this bastard is.