The Bank Job (2008)

Michael Jibson: Eddie Burton

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Quotes 

• Eddie Burton : [over radio]  All clear on the western front, Guy.

  Dave Shilling : [grabbing the radio from Guy]  No names, Eddie.

  Eddie Burton : [over radio]  Sorry, Dave.

• 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.

• [first lines] 

  Eddie Burton : [while drilling a mileage meter back]  Another Terry Leather low mileage gem.

• 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.

• Eddie Burton : [on radio]  When are you guys gonna hit the vault? I'm freezing my tits off up here. Over.

  Guy Singer : In the Army, soldiers would pull on their puds to keep the blood flowing.

  Eddie Burton : [on radio]  What regiment were you in? The Royal Corps of Wankers?

  Guy Singer : Yes, we welcome new members.

• 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.