Hello? Who am I talking to? Terry Leather, Kevin Swain, Martine Love, Eddie Burton. Yeah,...

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.