George.
The police, please.
Otto!
Yes, hello.
Sorry to trouble you,
but you may like to know
that today's Hatton Garden robbery
was pulled off by Mr George Thomason.
He lives at flat three, Kipling Mansions,
Murray Road, London W9.
Wanda!
Police! Open up!
Come on, open up!
Open the door, or we'll knock it down!
George Francis Thomason?
Passport,
tickets,
money!
Asshole!
We're rich, Wanda.
Yep?
I bet these weeks with me
have been
the most exciting weeks of your life.
You said it.
OK.
OK.
Disappointed!
Sonofabitch!
What do you have to do
to make people trust you?!
Shut up.
People are always
taking advantage of me!
Shut up and think.
Where's he moved it?
What are you doing?
I'm thinking!
Thinking what I'll do to him.
I'll hang him up with piano wire...
- Where are you going?
- I'm going to talk to him.
Talk to who?
Talk to who?!
So, while installing these windows,
you knelt on some broken glass
from the pane you had dropped.
That's right, sir.
Your parents can confirm this?
Yes, and his aunt,
Georgina Thomason.
Good, Bartlett.
Yes?
Sorry to interrupt you, sir.
Thomason. A young lady to see you.
- Anything else?
- No, thanks. Do you have to dash off?
No, absolutely not.
George!
Ken's got the fish food. He'll be in later.
- Thanks.
- De nada.
What do you think, Mr Leach?
We may be OK on the glass,
but what else will they come up with?
Oh, George!
Oh, my God, I can't believe
this is happening.
That's not allowed in here, miss.
Are you OK?
It's all right.
I don't think I can handle this.
I was too afraid to sleep last night...
Leave it out, leave it out, OK?
Listen, listen, listen.
Listen.
You stayed at my place.
We slept late.
You made me breakfast.
What?
What's he doing here?
He wanted to see you.
Who did it, George? Kevin Delaney?
Do you want me to rub him out?
Anything, you name it.
I have friends making enquiries.
Good.
The jewels are very safe.
If I get sent down, it all gets handed back
to cut my sentence.
Now, to cut my sentence even more,
I could tell them who done it with me
if I wasn't very happy about everything.
What was the middle thing?
Piss off.
- You want me to spring you...
- Now!
George?
You don't think...
Do you?
No!
No.
No!
OK.
- George.
- What?
Are you sure the garage is very safe?
Trust me.
Thank you very much.
Thanks a lot. Bye.
Have a good day.
So?
He's not sure it was you.
What about you?
No, no, he believes me.
That's why he can't figure out about you.
Figure out what?
Whether you turned him in or not, stupid!
Don't er
ever, ever, ever
call me stupid. OK?
What?
That's George's lawyer.
The other guy must be the barrister.
So?
Trust me.
Let me know
if anything unexpected turns...
Excuse me.
Don't I recognise you?
No. No, I don't think so.
Oh.
You are a famous barrister, aren't you?
Erm...
Well, hardly.
Could I have your autograph, anyway?
Yes, yes, certainly.
Thanks.
I'm studying aspects of your legal system.
I'm American.
Oh, really?
I've only just started. It's fascinating.
What er... What brings you here?
Oh, it's a little embarrassing.
I... have a friend.
Oh!
I see.
There you are.
I knew it!
You're Archie Leash.
Leach.
Right.
I saw you in court!
Er... two weeks ago.
The casino break-in?
You were great!
Oh, I'm a big fan of yours.
I love the way you er
cross-examine.
Oh, I really admire your work.
Thank you.
- I'd better not...
- I don't suppose...
No? Fine, right.
Well,...
Thank you for this.
I'll treasure it.
Au revoir.
You speak French, too!
What's going on?
Whatever George decides to do,
he'll tell Leach first.
Why?
Because he's his lawyer.
Yeah, I know that.
So I'm going to get to know Mr Leach.
So George will tell him
where the diamonds are?
That's what I'm going to find out.
You done well, my son.
Now, where are we going to hide it?
Very good!
Don't tell Wanda anything.
Otto might get something out of her.
Now...