Alytna Large (2014), dir. Luke Enfield; III: presented by ROCKSTAR STUDIOS

Sanchez: UGH!
Rebecca: RUFUS!

(Court room gasps)



Rebecca: Hey, PUT THE GUNS DOWN! Just... just stop this!



Rufus: Rebecca, just drop it. I've got it all under control.
Rebecca: You don't, Rufus!
Bailiff: Mr Yeoman, come down the stairs with your hands above your head!



Rufus: Postpone this case and re-schedule it! I promise, I'll vanish this instant. Just make sure that creep isn't there next time!



Sanchez: A... CREEP!? A creep!? You're deranged!



Rufus: Oh yes I am!



Rufus: An' I'm lovin' every minute of it!

(Gunshot)



Sanchez: LET HIM HAVE IT!

(Gunshots)







Sanchez: I knew you were capable of something like this, Yeoman. I fucking knew it!







Sanchez: Come on out, YOU PRICK! Jail evidently did FUCK ALL to reform you! If that can't reform you, then I don't know what the fuck will! Death is the only way out for you...



Rufus: It reformed me in many ways, Sanchez. Let it be said that to a certain extent, I am actually thankful for it.



Bailiff: AGH!



Rufus: See ya' later, bud.



Rufus: ... Sanchez?



Sanchez: Yeoman. Rufus Yeoman. I should've known you'd come running here trying to bust your girl out. Well... I don't see her now, so I guess you succeeded. But you've got to make an 'exchange', right? You've gotta' give something in return.





Sanchez: That just happens to be your life, Yeoman.





Sanchez: Sayanora, Yeoman!



(Gunshot)









Rufus: M... Michael!? What are you doing here?



Michael: Oh Rufus, Rufus, Rufus... I couldn't stand to see you do this alone. I knew you'd fuck it all up in some way or another.
Rufus: But I didn't fuck it up. There's no jury and get this - they're expecting me to have paid them off or popped them all or somethin'. I had to teach these cretins a lesson.
Michael: And risk your own life, Rebecca's life and every other individual in this room. Way to go.



Rufus: ...
Michael: ...
Rufus: Still - I fucked them up pretty good though, huh?



Michael: Rebecca. It's okay. It's over.
Rebecca: ...
Rufus: Rebecca?



Rebecca: You should've never came, Rufus. Yes - the odds were probably stacked against me coming out here innocent, but nothing... and I mean NOTHING - will prepare me for what we're going to have to put up with now. We're now the prime public enemies.



Michael: ... not unless we run.



Rufus: Rebecca, hurry!





Rebecca: I don't like this one bit.
Rufus: Neither do I.



Rebecca: The lawyer was good by the way. I thank you for that... but that's all I thank you for.





Rebecca: So... what now?



Rufus: I suppose we should keep a low profile.



Rebecca: I feel so dirty. I have blood on my hands that I'll never be able to wash off.
Rufus: ...
Rebecca: If you never came, the best thing that could ever happen would've happened...



Rufus: I suppose it's... it's too late to make a run for it?
Rebecca: ...



Rufus: I'm sorry. That's... that's all I have to say.
Rebecca: ...
Rufus: Rebecca?
Rebecca: Yeah. So am I.



















Rufus: Oh... Coco?



Rufus: What the hell has happened?





Coco: Uh... everything.



Rufus: Everything?
Coco: They took everything.
Rufus: ...
Coco: Rebecca had a mountain of debt. I promised to her that I'd take care of it while she was awaiting trial.
Rufus: You didn't have to do that.



Coco: Exactly. Because you have the kind of money to pay it off when I do. At least, on my part, it was heartfelt.



Rufus: Coco? Coco! You're not making sense.



Rufus: I could've took care of it. You know I would have.



Coco: You knew about the debt, right?
Rufus: No...
Coco: Don't lie. You went to see her.
Rufus: (Sighs) Yes.
Coco: Then why didn't you do what you just said?
Rufus: Is debt relevant while you're in police custody?
Coco: At least now when she's released from prison, she can live in financial comfort. No debts. Now it's put me in debt.
Rufus: Well you can always...



Coco: I don't... want... your money.
Rufus: Move in with me then.



Coco: They took pretty much everything. I only have the necessities left. A bed, clothing... and very basic food.
Rufus: Then what on Alterra do you expect to happen? This isn't the life you deserve. Come with me.



Coco: I'll get my life back on track, Rufus. I promise.
Rufus: But... how?
Coco: I just will.
Rufus: Did... did you see the news? The news of the trial?
Coco: Unfortunately not. They took the TV. All I have left is my previous TV. I'll never know why I kept it. It doesn't work. But the trial is more important. How did it go?
Rufus: It went good. Rebecca's in the clear.



Coco: Oh, well that is great news! I'm surprised she hasn't came round!
Rufus: Well, you know that she's busy. She... she'll be very grateful to know what you've done for her, though.
Coco: I am pleased. I'm pleased now, all is done.
Rufus: Now we just have to sort out this mess... (chuckles)



Coco: True...
Rufus: It will get better Coco. That's a promise...



Rufus: ... a promise I intend to keep.







Coco: I don't trust you making promises without me being able to see your eyes.



Rufus: It will get better... I promise.



Coco: I love you... as a friend. I love having you around. You're many things, Rufus... but inconsiderate isn't one of them.



Rufus: I love you too.



Coco: What?























Coco: What happened last night...?



Rufus: Mmm... the right thing. That's what happened.



Coco: Rufus... what about Rebecca?



Rufus: I value her so much... but... I think me and her are over. She can no longer handle being together with me, after all that's happened... and I don't blame her.
Coco: So... the right thing happened?
Rufus: Yes...
Coco: ...
Rufus: Coco.
Coco: Yeah...?
Rufus: Move in with me. Into my new house. Quit your job. We'll start over.



Coco: Rufus!
Rufus: What!?
Coco: You really haven't changed ONE BIT!
Rufus: But... I thought that might be what you want!



Coco: I see NO determination nor confidence there from you, none for what I can do! I am destined to the fact that I can... and I will... pull myself out out of this trap.
Rufus: I'm... I'm sorry Coco.



Coco: Oh... how many times have you said that to a girl!?
Rufus: Plenty of times, I know...



Rufus: I get lonely.
Coco: So do I.
Rufus: So two wrongs make a right!



Coco: I'm not ready for this! I'M NOT READY FOR ANY OF THIS! Get your things and go! By the time I come back, I want you to be gone!





Rufus: Wait... where are you going?



Coco: GET OUT!



Rufus: Look - remember that promise I said last night? I meant it. I do have determination. Determination for me and you to reach our full potential together.
Coco: Save it for another time, Rufus. I don't want to know.









(Phone rings)



Rufus: Hello?



Jan: Rufus! It's Jan. How are you? I hope the trial went okay.



Rufus: The lawyer you got Rebecca was excellent, Jan. But unfortunately things didn't go to plan. Ah, I don't really wanna' talk about it now. I wouldn't want to talk about it to anyone, actually.



Jan: I'm sorry. Listen. I have something to cheer you up, though. We're almost ready to go ahead with the job. I've booked you and Michael a little 'appointment' with a dear old friend of mine. He'll be there to give you lowdown on what the fuck's happening. He'll be a damn sight better at explaining things than what I'll ever be. Goodbye for now, Rufus.









Michael: Listen Coco, Rufus and I are going to be heading off somewhere soon. I'm going to lock up the house and everything, so if you're intent of stopping, make sure you find you're own way out.



Michael: Erm... comprende?



Rufus: Coco...



Coco: Give me one good reason why I should still trust you!
Rufus: I know you're upset, but I had no choice!
Coco: You promised me everything was going to be fine! Rebecca's life is in absolute jeopardy, and so is mine!
Rufus: Mine, too.
Coco: I couldn't give a FUCK about you!



Rufus: Hey, Coco! That ain't like you to use that kind of language! What is wrong with you?
Coco: I don't know, Rufus. Perhaps I'm becoming more and more like you after spending this time with you...
Rufus: ...
Coco: ... I'm becoming a monster.





Michael: (Chuckles) Ah... you and your special ways with the chicks, Rufus. It just ain't happening!
Rufus: Do you want me to put you in the ground too, hmm!? Do you want me to treat you just how I treated those court bailiffs!? Do you want me to blast your pathetic, grumpy old ass with a twelve-bore just like you did with Sanchez?
Michael: ...
Rufus: Keep your views to yourself. Keep your fuckin' nose out of my family life.
Michael: They're not your family...



Michael: Rebecca meant nothing to you, Rufus. She did your dirty work. I can see the way you're treating Coco, too. That's why I don't leave my money in the hands of others.
Rufus: Rebecca and Coco both mean a lot to me. I made a mistake by laundering my dough the way I did but believe me - don't you dare reach conclusions like that or me and you are going to fall out big time.



Michael: Suit yourself. I'm off on my way to make some money myself.
Rufus: Oh yes, don't you worry, I'm gonna' join in on the fun too. Suffice it to say that I'll be keeping my eye on you every... step... of... the way.









Michael: Old school. I like it.



Stefan: Come in.





Stefan: Michael and... Rufus Yeoman. Am I correct?



Rufus: Yes.
Stefan: I'm Stefan Dreyer. How come we haven't met before?
Rufus: I was just about to ask you the same question. It's a pleasure, Mr Dreyer.
Stefan: Likewise... Yeoman.
Rufus: ...
Stefan: ...
Michael: I struggle to forget how wonderful your house is, Dreyer.
Stefan: What can I say? I try my best. (Chuckles)



Rufus: Well we evidently all don't have that much in common.
Michael: Is there somethin' wrong, Rufus?
Rufus: This is quiet. That's all.
Stefan: Okay then Yeoman. Tell me what you believe in.
Rufus: In what context are we speaking?
Stefan: The context of life.
Rufus: Well I'm a firm believer in equality and erm...
Stefan: (Chuckles) Allow me to have a little giggle, Yeoman. How does one expect to succeed in the criminal underworld with the presence of equality? You can't. Why do you do it?
Rufus: Because I'm not good at much else.
Stefan: But you don't want to do it, right?
Rufus: No... it looks like I don't. I don't support the system.
Stefan: Ah, there we go! Now THAT makes two of us.



Rufus: That's great.
Michael: Shouldn't we be discussing what we came here to do?
Stefan: What's that? Dream about more gold than we'll ever know what to do with?
Michael: Precisely.
Stefan: Gentlemen. What we are about to do is of premier audacity. Yet - if you study the intricate details of it, you will uncover the fact that the Seebohm Holding Bank has it's very top bankers infested in banker's bonuses. In fact the gold we set our sights on is being kept for the Semoviets. It really is pretty clear in the UFSR - everyone is equal, but clearly... some are more equal than others. Where others are not rightfully superior, we must do battle to become the rightful superior individuals. I am therefore a firm believer of being draconian. Life is a competition.



Stefan: Life as we know it reeks of totalitarianism. That is why we are criminals. Life... is... a competition. Don't think anyone else will tell you otherwise because it is. Some don't know it, most do but are too afraid to admit it. You cannot enjoy life at the bottom.
Michael: Is this lecture over?
Rufus: Don't you care for what this man says?
Michael: Of... of course.
Rufus: With respect... Mr Dreyer, I struggle to reciprocate your opinion but quite frankly I am not here to argue my case, as I'm here to work and gain prosperity.
Stefan: You do not understand what you have let yourself in for, Mr Yeoman, but I shan't hold you back from it.



Rufus: Okay. Good.



Michael: So what's the plan then?



Stefan: I will explain it better on the day of the heist - but be calm. It's all planned. You just have to do what you do best. §5 million in gold bullion will be stolen from the Seebohm Holding Bank. Everyone involved will recieve a cut, including the minors who will allow us to intercept the bullion van. Primarily - it shall include myself, Jan, you two and Hugh Rasulo, our primary getaway driver. The minors can have the scraps. You will both take away very close to a million each.
Rufus: Wait... so it's not §5 million each?
Stefan: The entire haul of gold is worth §5 million. You can either take it or leave it. If you want extreme money, then you'd better knock on the door of the Master's Depository in Archades. Good luck however, it's the most secure bank in Marvega. Only second in the world to some place in St. Sanen, apparently.
Rufus: Oh... I see. I think I'll stick with this job.
Stefan: Good. The job is Friday. Be ready as you turn up at twelve noon on the dot. We need to perform the last checks, dodge city traffic to reach the bank and intercept the bullion van at half-past-one. Have I made myself absolutely clear?



Rufus: Absolutely, Mr Dreyer. Once again, it's been a pleasure to have met you.



Stefan: Indeed it has to meet you too, Yeoman. Take care now.



Stefan: Goodbye gentlemen.





Jan: Alright so... I need someone to draw up the plan according to what I say. Anyone? Or am I supposed to pick?



Jan: Okay, so I'll pick Michael.
Michael: I'm not exactly in full understanding of what's going on. I don't think it's a good idea. I'd rather learn watching someone else do it rather than I do it. Let Stefan do it.





Jan: That's an order!
Michael: Yeah well sometimes I don't take 'em.
Jan: MICHAEL!
Stefan: It's fine, it's fine. Allow me.



Jan: You're not seriously this weak all of a sudden? You're not seriously this weak to give in like that?
Stefan: Kinsley's right. I've got this.



Stefan: So the bullion van, intent on avoiding traffic jams, should reach the vicinity somewhere between one-twenty-nine and one-thirty-one p.m. To cause as least distraction as possible, we'll block the street at one-twenty-seven p.m with Kowalski and Santana with the truck. They'll also block the entrance to the bank, as it'll appear for them to be moving brand new filing cabinets from the truck through the front entrance. As the bullion van arrives, Kinsley and Yeoman will intercept it by holding the driver and passenger at gunpoint before hijacking it.



Stefan: ... by this point, I will already be in the twenty-first room where the safe is kept. The removal van shall reverse into the bank to open the road so that once the van is loaded with the gold we can make a quick getaway. Kowalski and Santana are left to fend for themselves at this point. Hopefully they'll be arrested so we don't have to worry about rewarding them.



Jan: Then you'll rendezvous with my darling Hugh at the multi-story parking lot in Santa Rey to load the getaway vehicle with the gold. Any questions...? Good.
Michael: Won't we need a disguise?
Jan: No. You'll have masks. Thanks for reminding me, Michael. Stefan, would you please kindly show the group the masks you'll wear?
Stefan: Sure.



Stefan: Here it is! Hope it's scary enough for you!



Jan: Kill the dancing, cunt. Everyone get a mask on...



Jan: Okay, we're all set.



Jan: However, there's just one more thing. If we're going to be professional about this, then you'd all better find a suit. Make sure it's the same suit, too.



Postman: Lookin' good today fellas!
Stefan: Okay, there's no need to make eye contact with him.



Stefan: Well you'd all better be prepared for this. There's no turning back now. It's precisely one 'o' clock, we have twenty-seven minutes to make it.
Michael: Why have we gotta' be so precise?
Stefan: Ah, you'll thank me later for it.



Stefan: Ready Yeoman?
Rufus: Sure. Why wouldn't I be?
Stefan: Good. Just checking...



Stefan: SEEBOHM HOLDING BANK HERE WE COME! WOO!
Michael: Woo...
Rufus: Alright...! Yeah...







Kowalski: That thing shiftin' alright for ya' Santana? You no want nah' help?
Santana: Definitely not.



Driver: Yeah, this is Tango forty-four... we've got a slight problem...







Woman: Excuse me sir, what's the matter?



Stefan: The safe, lady. With the gold. I want it all out - now.
Woman: Okay, okay. Whatever you wish, sir. I'm on it.



Woman: Don't worry, I'm going to get you exactly what you want! Bear with...







Michael: Get outta' the fuckin' vehicle! NOW! Have your hands above your head!
Driver: Alright! Okay! We're doing it!



Stefan: Lovely...



Santana: You ready Kowalski?
Kowalski: Yep.



Santana: Then do the honours...







Michael: This is it, Rufus. This is what we always dreamt of.
Rufus: That's right.
Michael: Brace yourself, kid.



Michael: Things are about to go crazy.



Stefan: C'mon... keep it going. You're doing excellent.









Stefan: Get your backs into it, gentlemen. I'm sure it's not hard.
Michael: You're sure? How about you come here and give it a fuckin' try?
Stefan: I'll pass.





Michael: This back-breaking work is... worth it, to be... honest...



Stefan: Good men. Allow me a moment to bask in our... my magnificence.
Michael: Yeah, yeah... fuck you Stefan. This is our work just as much as it yours.
Stefan: I'll open the doors, you get it loaded.



Michael: How about you help us get it loaded to instead of being so damn lazy!? You don't deserve however much cash you're gonna' get for simply threatening a lady to empty a safe. Rufus and myself have had to hijack this van and shift all this bullion!
Rufus: Mike - leave it!
Stefan: Shut the fuck up Michael. Do what you're told!
Michael: No I will not! I will not stand for this!



Rufus: Ignore him, Mr Dreyer.
Stefan: Let him speak. It shall not change my position in this situation, however.
Michael: Fuck you, Dreyer. I swear if I don't get a cut which I deem sufficient, I'll never do business with you again.
Stefan: Sure. I'm pretty certain that your cut will have you well and truly flabbergasted!



Michael: Fuckin' perfect!
Stefan: Load the gold! We don't have much time left! That's my job, to look out for the police!
Michael: Ah... so that's it. That is such a demanding job!
Stefan: Yes it is, Michael. Yes it is!



Stefan: C'mon... hurry. That's it. Time is ticking guys!
Bank Manager: That doesn't surprise me...



Bank Manager: Sue, what's happened?
Sue: It's all gone.
Bank Manager: Gone? What has?
Sue: The gold. I'm so sorry... there was nothing I could've done. They were so demanding of me. All I cared about was escaping with my life.



Bank Manager: You know, I knew that holding to that gold for the Semoviets was going to be an unpopular decision...





Bank Manager: Hey, you! I've seen you! I know I haven't seen your face but I've seen what's happened and the cops are about to be all over your asses! BEST OF LUCK!
Stefan: Hurry the fuck up, Yeoman!



Bank Manager: Yeoman? It's got to be Rufus Yeoman...











Dempsey: Alright - they're here.





Stefan: Demspey, you made it. I'm so glad.
Dempsey: Yeah, I'm ecstatic... well seriously, credit goes out to you. I seriously didn't think you'd be able to pull it off...
Stefan: I think we timed it right. That was key.



Demspey: What are you two looking at? Take those phony fucking masks off and load the cars with the freight.



Michael: Something isn't right here. We were only told about one getaway vehicle. I have no idea why you had to be here.
Dempsey: Whenever there's business, I need to be incorporated into it, Kinsley. The boutique is in decline. I need money.
Michael: (Sighs) Alright then! Come on in and get a slice of the cake!
Dempsey: Make it quick. The bullion van has a tracker - so every second we waste is another we give to the cops.



Dempsey: Rasulo, you'll be my primary getaway driver. Take the red Prior.



Dempsey: Yeah, don't speak. Just nod. Kinsley, yellow. Oh, and Yeoman...



Rufus: Yes?
Dempsey: Blue. You'll have the cops to worry about. The pressure's on you. If any of this goes wrong, I'm holding you personally responsible. Got it?
Rufus: Yeah, sure...



Dempsey: Get us out of here.









Rufus: C'mon... get a move on!







Rufus: COME ON!



Rufus: Oh shit. That's just what I needed...







Rufus: If you wanna' fuck with me girl, then you're gonna' be fuckin' with the best that there is!































Officer: FREEZE! POLICE!



Officer: Shit.



Jan: So we decided to finally make it, hey Rufus?
Rufus: Look Jan - I'm sorry.



Jan: Nah... I won't take sorry's. Where did you lose your driving skills? What's the explanation for your lack of navigation? What happened, hey!?
Rufus: The police got the upper hand on me, that's all. Just unfortunate circumstances. The gold's safe, that's the main thing right?
Jan: Get those fucking clothes off and join us downstairs. I'll forget this happened.









Jan: Rufus, my boy! Why are you so keen on isolating yourself? Come downstairs and have a few drinks. You seem agitated!



Rufus: I... I just think I'm no longer the party animal I used to be, that's all.
Jan: Never in my life have I heard such bullshit. You have every right to party! You just pulled off the biggest score in your life! C'mon! It must feel good?
Rufus: It does. It's all very surreal though. A few months ago I was in a jail cell and now I'm here, it's just...
Jan: I understand, Rufus.



Jan: Look - I'm sorry for snapping at you. I know what these streets can be like, especially at rush hour. I just got a little frantic, I didn't want to lose the gold, that's all.
Rufus: Yeah, but think of it this way - a proportion of that gold is going to be melted down for me, right? I was promised a cut and I'll get a cut. I think you come first, so I'm sure you'd be able to sort yourself out from the first two cars.
Jan: I was just looking out for you all. You deserve the money just as much as everybody else. Even still, I'd fret knowing that the job didn't go to plan, then that's going to make me look bad. But it's done. The gold's ours. Let's celebrate.
Rufus: Sure.