The Bank Job (2008) Poster


Jason Statham: Terry Leather



  • Kevin Swain : We're not bank robbers.

    Terry Leather : Maybe that's why we could get away with it.

    Dave Shilling : It's a bit daunting, isn't it?

    Terry Leather : You know what scares me more? Living and dying with nothing to show for it. You know how old Mozart was when he composed his first minuet?

    Dave Shilling : No.

    Terry Leather : Five. Five! A fucking minuet!

    Kevin Swain : And how would you know that fact, Terry?

    Terry Leather : Because it's tattooed on that stripper's arse, Kevin. What the fuck's it matter how I know? It's a fact and you're missing the point, Kev. What I'm trying to say is, we stop fucking about and stop picking the shit from under our fingernails.

  • Wendy Leather : So, come on then, what don't I know? Romantic dinner on Monday night?

    Terry Leather : Look honey, I'm going to be working some strange hours over the next week or two, so don't ask me what I'm doing because I don't want to lie to you.

  • Martine Love : I know you, Terry. And I know your mates. You've always been looking for the big score. The one that makes sense of everything. I have it for you.

    Terry Leather : What?

    Martine Love : A bank.

    Terry Leather : A bank, as in rob? How would you know about a bank?

    Martine Love : I've been seeing this guy, runs his own business - security systems. Next month they're installing new alarms in a bank in Marylebone. Seems like the trains have been setting off the tremble alarms in the vault, and so they've had to turn them off. So for a week or so, they won't have any.

    Terry Leather : Now why would he tell you all this?

    Martine Love : We were having a laugh about it. Imagine if half the villains in London knew about this, he said. And I thought, I know half the villains in London. I grew up with some of them.

  • Terry Leather : This is The Major. Major Guy Singer. Final member of our team.

    Bambas : I don't know this man. Who are you?

    Guy Singer : None of your business.

    Terry Leather : No secrets around here. Major's a con artist, usually elderly widows.

    Guy Singer : There's no need to bring that up.

  • Terry Leather : Radio's in the bag. Binoc's as well. There's a bed set at the top floor of this building. Pay for the week. The ladder will get you to the roof. You're in from Liverpool, looking for work.

    Eddie Burton : I don't have a Liverpool accent.

    Terry Leather : Then don't talk to anyone, Eddie.

  • [Terry has fallen through into an underground vault while digging the tunnel to get into the bank] 

    Dave Shilling : What's down there?

    Terry Leather : It's a pile of skeletons.

    Dave Shilling : You're joking. Let's hope they're not the last gang who tried to take this bank.

    [robbers laugh] 

  • Terry Leather : [on radio]  We can smell the money, over.

    Eddie Burton : [on radio]  Look, money may be your god but it ain't mine, alright? I want a warm bath and a cup of tea, over.

  • Terry Leather : These people aren't regular cozzers, Martine. They're above that. They do things coppers can't. They think we've seen these photos, and we're expendable as dog shit.

  • Terry Leather : There's another problem. This robbery's pissed off some local villains.

    Tim Everett : The guts come with the glory, eh?

    Terry Leather : One of our mates has been killed.

    Tim Everett : Hardly surprising considering the roster of reprobates that are the safe deposit box customers. Listen Terry, our commitment is for the recovery of the royal portraits only. The proceeds and the piss-offs are both yours to deal with.

  • Terry Leather : [to Martine, who's looking through newspapers]  What, we don't make a mention? Strike you as strange?

    Martine Love : It's kind of scary, actually. If that news could disappear, so could we.

  • Philip Lisle : Your documentations and guarantees. If I were you, I'd keep them in a very safe place.

    Terry Leather : Yeah, well it very well won't be a safe deposit box.

  • Kevin Swain : [after being released by the police]  How the hell did that happen?

    Terry Leather : Fucked if I know. Just keep walking.

  • 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] 

    Lew Vogel : 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, fucking 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] 

    Eddie Burton : 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 fucking ledger! You tell that cunt now!

    Eddie Burton : [breaking down in tears softly to Vogol who has lowered the phone]  No.

    [shaking his head] 

    Eddie Burton : 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] 

    Eddie Burton : They just shot Dave.

    [tears streaming down his face] 

    Eddie Burton : 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]  Fuck!

    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.

  • Terry Leather : So, you're getting married tomorrow Ingrid?

    Ingrid Burton : I hope so.

    Terry Leather : Go on, get off home, go make yourself more beautiful than you already are... if that's possible.

  • Terry Leather : Why'd you pick Kev and me? You could've found better thieves.

    Martine Love : Old times sake.

  • Wendy Leather : The papers said there was a woman involved. Martine, was it? Was she involved?

    Terry Leather : Yeah, she brought us the job in the first place.

    Wendy Leather : Oh, and did you sleep with her Terry?

  • [last lines] 

    Terry Leather : [after capturing a fish]  Fish fingers tonight, eh?

  • [in the vault, Dave is going round to each robber collecting any cash that they have found in the safe deposit boxes] 

    Dave Shilling : Terry, anything for the Widows and Orphans Fund?

    [Terry holds out a wad of cash] 

    Terry Leather : Will that do?

    Dave Shilling : [fake Cockney accent]  Gawd bless yer, Guvnor. Very generous.

  • Tim Everett : You have no idea of the danger you and your chums are in, do you?

    Terry Leather : Is that right? And why would that be?

    Tim Everett : You've opened Pandora's box you dumb prick. That's why.

    Terry Leather : I know what's at stake, and I know how expendable we are. So I'm changing the deal.

    Tim Everett : Is that right?

    Terry Leather : Yeah. You get all your nasty pictures, but here's the twist - we get indemnity, fresh passports, safe passage out of the country for the whole team. And an official signed document guaranteeing that we won't be prosecuted and we won't be pursued.

    Tim Everett : You can't be serious.

    Terry Leather : You can bet your bollocks I'm serious. And we want it signed, sealed, and delivered by a public figure of substantial authority.

    Tim Everett : How about the prime minister?

    Terry Leather : Yeah, he'll do, if you can drag him off his yacht. You mess with us Tim...

    [Terry shows Tim pictures of prominent public figures taken in compromising situations in Sonia Bern's brothel] 

    Terry Leather : ...we can drip-feed pictures like these to the press. We've got a stack of them.

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