There's nothing left.
You know, how'd they even find the warehouse?
I don't know.
Just lay low.
So, what is it? Punishment for bringing the pigs to their door?
'Or a warning.'
If you help them to land a bigger fish,
one of your associates...
Not a chance. Trying to rip off the RA?
You'd better be tougher than you look.
If I make a deal, the IRA kill me. If I don't, I get ten years.
We have to run. To Spain.
It won't be cheap. You got the Irish in. You owe me.
Joan? I miss that smile.
Bernard's. I mean clear the place out.
Every single piece of that premier collection.
Now, that would buy us a new life.
We go on our own, and I'll come back for her. OK.
'More cameras?'
And a panic button, straight through to the police.
Access is through the alley here.
We'll need another man to watch him.
Are you in? I'll let you know.
'I need you to add Kelly to my passport so I can take her with us.'
Promise me you'll tell him. Before the job. Promise.
'Hello, King's Morton.'
'Hello, it's Simone Highsmith
'from the New York Herald.'
DOOR UNLOCKS, FOOTSTEPS
DOOR CLOSES
PHONE RINGS
'Hello, King's Morton.'
Hello, it's Simone Highsmith
from the New York Herald.
I'm just calling to confirm my visit to the school tomorrow.
'Oh, yes.
'The headmaster is asking if you could bring it forward
'to three o'clock.' No, I can't.
I'm unavailable until 3:30. I'm sorry. 'Right.
'As long as you're aware that the children will be outside then?'
Great. As I told him, my article is about British children at play.
'OK, I'll let him know.' Thank you so much.
See you tomorrow. 'Goodbye.'
Bye.
PHONE RINGS
'Hello?'
Albie, can you talk? 'Yeah, briefly. What is it?'
I need the bloody passport. DOOR UNLOCKS
'Midday, at the caf.' All right, lunchtime. Got it.
- Albie, can you...? - Joan?
'Joan?'
Forgot my cigs. What did Alb want?
Nothing, really.
I mean, just confirming the meet with Paul.
It's gonna be OK.
What?
Oh, nothing. I was just gonna say...
You love me?
You're finally gonna admit it?
No, not today!
- Morning. - Morning.
TOILET FLUSHES
Morning. Morning.
Joan...
..we're still on for the, er, stocktake tomorrow lunchtime?
Course.
Val. What can I do you for?
1920s cigarette case? Absolute steal at £15.
My husband and your wife.
What about 'em?
They've been meeting up...
"for work".
Well, Joan's in the business. You know that, Val.
So, d'you want to buy something?
DOOR SLAMS
No-one else. Scope it out Sunday week.
Haven't heard from me unless there's a problem.
All right. No fuck-ups, please.
Albie.
Hello. How you doing?
Just hand it over.
Please.
Sorry, I'm stressed. Yeah, well, doing a job on bail...
I'm not going to prison.
I'm not losing Kelly. All right.
Anything I can do to help?
It's just the timings are so tight. For getting Kelly.
I have to be at the school tomorrow at 3:30
so she's outside playing, 3:40 latest.
Right, thanks.
Better go, or we'll be late for Paul.
You get there first. I'll walk round the block.
So, Boisie's cool about Kelly?
I'm telling him tonight. Jesus Christ.
Look, just... just, please, don't screw this up...
or he'll pull out the whole job.
You think I don't fucking know that? Jesus.
PAUL APPLAUDS
Bang on time. Yeah.
Right, is everyone clear on the plan?
Me and Boisie break in, scare Bernard.
Paul stays with him while you and me do the safe, clear the shop.
You work in total silence. Fast as we can.
Slow and steady. No rush.
No, we need to be in and out, Paul. I don't wanna fuck around.
I get it, Joan. No fucking around.
Look, I'll be in the alley.
Soon as we're loaded, we head to Wrentham Street.
Where the getaway car will be. We share out the gear, then...
Then you drive here. Directions.
ALBIE CLEARS THROAT There's a caravan.
Bit basic, but it's out of the way.
Stay there till dawn, then head to Newhaven.
Why can't we get an earlier ferry?
We need to wait for Albie's man to be on shift. Mm.
So... one o'clock, I'll give Albie the nod,
he drives round the back, two of you break in straight away.
We wait till half past.
Five past.
What if he decides to serve another customer? Go out for a sandwich?
He won't. We need to build in some slack.
Look, I can control Bernard, all right? Trust me.
He's got a point, Joan. It's not worth cutting it too fine.
Oh, you want me to cuddle up to Bernard for half an hour?
Does that not bother you, no?
Quarter past, then? Fuck's sake!
I know what I'm doing.
Look, I think we should trust Joan on this.
Should we?
Yeah. It's her job.
Thanks, Alb. Five past one.
If we're done?
Where the hell are you going? Work.
If that's OK with you?
Fuck's up with her?
GUN CLICKS
Boisie?
I need to talk to you.
Boisie?
I was just about to tell you, I promise.
Before the heist or after?
No, that's... that's not fair.
Job's off.
Hey.
Leave me alone.
I mean, what was I supposed to do, Boise?
If you really, really want something...
Why don't you get it?
It's not about what you want.
It's about Kelly, what's best for her.
Is it?
Or is it what's best for Boisie fucking Hannington?
What?
Insecure, jealous...
prefers paintings to people.
Doesn't trust a soul.
Convinced his own wife is up to all sorts with his best mate!
Cos you were. No, no, no. No.
No, that's not what this is.
What is it, then? Tell me.
You just don't want her to come.
You'd rather I lost my daughter than allow her into our life.
Are you crazy?
I'm coming back to get her.
I'm returning as a wanted man, risking years inside,
and I'm doing that for you.
For you, Joan.
I can't, Boisie. I can't... I can't wait. She'll forget me.
No. I'll lose her. It's already started.
She's... She's happy there. She's settled.
She sits on that...
..on that woman's lap.
Do you know how that feels?
It's like a... a blade to my fucking heart.
Joan, listen.
No, I won't. You know why? Cos...
..all I want... is to be happy.
Is that so bad?
To want a family?
A home?
What I've never had, you've never had.
This is our chance, Boisie.
DOOR OPENS, SHUTS
Thought I'd find you here.
Your mum gave you up.
You must understand why I can't do that to Kel.
I can't.
I won't.
I'm her mother.
She needs to be with me.
When I was a kid, I learnt not to need anyone...
..anything at all.
I just wanted to feel safe.
I know.
And I'm fine here.
Then stay.
Or... take a risk.
And if it doesn't work out, that's fine.
But don't spend the rest of your life... wondering.
BOISIE SIGHS
JOAN SNIFFLES
You're crazy, do you know that?
SHE CHUCKLES
Yeah.
You're stuck with me now. SHE SNIFFLES
I love you.
I love you so much.
JOAN LAUGHS
I'm heading off.
Joan...
I dunno, it doesn't feel right.
No, it'll be fine. I've worked it all out.
It's gonna be OK, Boise.
Five past one, you and Paul storm the back door.
'Paul takes Bernard into the back while we empty the safe.
'Once the safe's done, we move to the shop and clear the cabinets.
'It's... It's a good plan, Boise.
'Foolproof.'
Penny for your thoughts?
SHE LAUGHS Worth more than that.
HE CHUCKLES
I hate it when it's quiet. It's so boring.
D'you wanna hear my theory about this place, Joan?
You listening, Joan? Yeah.
Mondays, the blokes come in -
engagement rings if they've popped the question on the weekend...
PHONE RINGS ..or little gifts for the missus
if they've had a row.
Tuesdays, dead as a doornail.
Bernard Jones, can I help you? Joan? Wednesdays, people browsing.
Starts to pick up around lunchtime. No, that won't be possible.
And Thursdays, normally busy.
Absolutely not. Goodbye.
That was for you. Urgent, apparently.
What? Who was it?
You know you're not allowed personal calls.
Sorry.
But did he say who it was?
Wouldn't leave a name.
Said he needed to speak to you about this afternoon.
If you've got other plans,
I can always ask Kirsty to do the stocktake.
No, no, no. I'd never let you down.
Then, er, maybe we should just close up and push on with it?
No.
We might miss a sale.
True enough.
You haven't even had your morning coffee.
Look, why don't the two of you take a break,
and I'll, er, organise the stock?
Good idea.
Just the one sugar, Kirsty.
Can I bring you one, Joan?
No, thanks.
Oh! Well done.
Here's your sale, smarty-pants.
Hello, sir. How can I help you?
I saw a ring in that case.
So, Paul's decided he can't trust you, just pulled out.
Fuck.
We'll have to stand down, set it up again.
No, we can't. I've already cut the wires.
Fucking hell.
Tell Albie we need to find someone new.
In an hour? Who?
I don't care. Anyone.
Tell Albie to offer a third of the take.
Christ.
I mean, he knows half of London. He'll find someone.
And we leave that someone alone with Bernard?
You take care of Bernard, I'll work with the new guy.
Just find someone, anyone.
Everything OK over here?
Fine. Ah! You said you'd come back.
Eternity ring, married a few months, madly in love.
Never forget a face.
Joan, you try it on for him.
Best way for the gentleman to decide.
I think you should go ahead, sir.
Yes, trust the lady.
It's a big decision.
You won't regret it, I promise.
Your wife... Your wife will...
It's an eternity ring. She'll love you forever. Mm.
Are you sure?
OK, then. You talked me into it.
Excellent.
Final sale before the stocktake, Joan.
Mark it down.
We're on.
KNOCKING
I left my purse somewhere. Do you really need it now?
What? I could lend you a tenner.
What did I do with it?
Ah! Hm, what am I like? Right, off you go.
Bye! Bye.
Shall we start with the premier collection?
Why don't we just go straight to the safe?
You go get the ledger. I'll open her up.
Three minutes.
D'you want me to open the safe? Just a minute.
If you could pick any one...
Oh, I can't afford diamonds, Bernard.
Present... from me.
I mean, I'd feel bad. Are you sure?
Choose one.
I know you want it, Joan.
Why don't I give you a back rub first?
Stick with her. Follow her orders.
Oh, Joan'll love that. You know her?
Yeah, I'm Kelly's dad.
Don't want any trouble, just my share of the gear.
Go!
We're in. Go!
JOAN SCREAMS
You, out the back. Go on! Move!
Don't hurt her, please. Open the safe.
What are you doing? Where are you taking me?
Gary, what the fuck? Go on, then!
Sit down. Keep your gob shut.
Stop fucking about. Open it. Get out of my face.
Calm down, Joanie.
Go in the front. Start on the cabinets.
If you're sure, boss Quiet and fast as you can.
Shit. Fucking keys!
What the hell are you doing? You said fast.
And quiet. Someone'll hear us, if they haven't already.
Give me five minutes. Grab as much as possible.
Stop. Stop! Is that an order, is it?
Stop! I said stop, you fucking idiot.
What d'you fucking call me? It ain't even loaded.
Isn't it?
Out my way. Through there. Now. Now!
ENGINE REVS
Get in the van now. I'm getting my share.
You're getting fuck all. You ain't in charge.
Get in the van. Fuck off.
Tell him, Joan. You're in charge.
You fired a fucking gun! Get in the fucking van.
No. N-No.
What the fuck?
No, don't!
BOISIE GRUNTS AND WHIMPERS
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Help me. Help me!
It's OK. I'm all right. I'm all right.
Tie, give me your tie. Joan...
What the fuck happened? Boisie got himself shot.
Fucking drive.
TYRES SCREECH
You fucking liar.
OK.
BOISIE GRUNTS Tight.
Tighter. I've cut the wires.
Let us get away, or I will fucking kill you.
OK. Right. You need to lean on me, OK?
A few steps to the van. Come on. I can't.
You have to. You have to, Boisie.
Come on. Come on.
JOAN GROANS
That's it. Come on. Use your good leg.
You're doing it, Boisie.
Keep going. No, keep going.
No, no, you're not trying. Try again. Try again.
Get Kelly. No. No, I'm not leaving you. Stop.
Boisie!
Come on. Come on, get up. Please.
Please, try. Please, try. Please, try.
Try.
No. No.
You fucking bastards.
No! Come on.
Hey. Hey.
I'm right here. You're not going.
No, you're not going. Hey. I'm right here, hey.
Boisie. Boisie.
Boisie. Boise, you wake up. Boisie, no...
No. SHE SOBS
Boisie! Boisie!
JOAN SOBS
POLICE SIRENS WAIL
JOAN SOBS
You're fine. You're fine. You're fine.
Welcome. I'm Walter Roberts, the headmaster here.
Simone Highsmith, New York Herald.
Sorry, it's warm in here.
Thank you for agreeing to the article.
Of course. It's a subject close to my heart.
Here at King's Morton,
we value play just as much as time spent in the classroom.
That's great.
I-I actually heard the kids on the way in.
Is it afternoon play now?
Erm, for another few minutes.
We might just be able to catch them.
Hopscotch. It's a traditional English game.
Do you know it? Miss Highsmith?
Sure, yes, it's popular. May I? Of course.
Now, girls, we have a visitor all the way from America.
- Say hello. - Hello.
Come on girls, speak up. Hello.
Maybe some of the older girls might be less shy?
Good idea. I'll find you a couple to talk to.
Thank you.
What's your name? What do you mean?
Come on.
Listen carefully, Kel. Don't go back to your lessons.
Why is your hair like that, Mummy?
Don't worry. It's still me. It's OK.
Listen very carefully.
I need you to meet me by the gate, OK?
I'll explain to you when I see you, all right?
Here we are. This is Poppy. This is Olivia.
Poppy, Olivia, I'm Simone.
Nice to meet you.
OK, sweetheart?
Shall we have some music? Yeah?
RADIO CRACKLES
# You gotta speed it up... # It's our favourite, Kel.
# Cos if you believe That our love can reach the top
# You gotta play around
# But soon you will find That there comes a time
# For making your mind up... #
Come on, Kel, sing along!
# And then you've gotta put it out
# You gotta be sure
# That it's something Everybody's gonna talk about
# Before you decide That the time's arrived
# For making your mind up... # That's it.
# Don't let your indecision... #
That's it. # Take you from behind
# Trust your inner vision... #
DIAL TONE RINGS
'Hello. Alb, is that you?'
It's Joan. Where is he?
You tell me.
I've just got in and found a note saying, "I've gone abroad.
"Don't expect to hear from me for a while."
'What the fuck is going on, Joan?'
If he does call, will you give him a message?
'Tell him I'm looking for him.' Joan.
'Joan.'
I'm gonna fucking destroy him.
It smells funny.
We're only gonna be here till tomorrow.
And then we're gonna get on a boat,
and we're gonna drive all the way to the sunshine.
Is Boisie coming with us?
Why?
Kelly, I need you to be a good girl.
Just do what I tell you, OK?
Not asking me any questions. Is that OK?
Shall I find you a colouring book so you can do some drawing?
'Boisie! Boisie!'
Mummy?
Mummy, I've finished.
Oh, Kel, it's brilliant. That's me.
And is that Peanuts? Yes.
And, look, there's me next to you. No.
That's Mama Sue, my other mummy.
JOAN SOBS
Mummy, stop it. Stop crying.
Look, why don't you go and take your lipstick off, yeah?
There's tissues in my bag inside. And take off that silly wig.
Go on.
JOAN SOBS
'It's already started. She's... She's happy there.'
'It's like a...' No...
'..a blade to my fucking heart.'
SHE SNIFFS AND SOBS
Mummy! Mummy! JOAN GASPS
Oh, God. Oh, God. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Kel. I'm so sorry. What have I done?
It's all right. I'm scared, Mummy.
I'm here. It's all right, Kel. SHE SIGHS
I'm so sorry.
I want to go home.
I need to keep you safe.
So you're gonna go and... and stay with Mama Sue now.
I've got to go away.
I'm so sorry.
I love you so much, Kel.
Never, ever forget that.
Bye, Kelly. Bye, Mummy.
Bye.
'All I wanted was my own family.'
Now without Kelly, Boisie...
..there's no point.
So, how'd you get out so soon? You know me.
Good behaviour.
You got my money?
Yeah.
You can put your feet up now. Going back to work.
Necking stones, snatching rings?
No. No more little cons.
I'm gonna build myself a bloody empire.
So, you, er, wanna talk business? Pfft.
You think I'd work with you again?
You left us in a fucking alley.
I'm done with men.
Just go. Fuck off.
Be careful... Joan.
And you. Watch your fucking back.
# Darling, don't you cry
# It's just for a while
# Cos you'll never be the girl If you let them rule
# Oh, no, you'll never be the girl
# Till you kick those dudes
# Go, oh, glitter girl Get your glamour on
# Don't let the mirror fall
# Don't let them near your soul. #
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