The Bank Job (2008) Poster


Stephen Campbell Moore: Kevin Swain



  • 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.

  • Kevin Swain : So what are these films you're in?

    Dave Shilling : Ah, forget about it.

    Kevin Swain : Go on.

    Dave Shilling : Technically, it's what you call pornography.

  • [before cutting through the floor] 

    Kevin Swain : If we hit the Chicken Inn, we'll be knee-deep in fried chicken.

    Bambas : I'll be happy if we don't hit the sewage.

  • 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.

  • Kevin Swain : Alright, let's make some money!

  • Kevin Swain : [to Martine and Terry]  Okay, what's going on? You two have been staring daggers at each other since we left the bank. What is it, lover's tiff?

  • Dave Shilling : I've got a question. What do we do with all the dirt we gonna dig out of the hole?

    Kevin Swain : [facetiously]  It's all been worked out, Dave. We'll dig another hole in that corner over there and put it in that.

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