Old comrades of Bodie's turn up in England and perform a violent bank raid to impress a top London gangster.
- Doyle Martin Shaw
She was beautiful.
Personal involvement — spoil your aim.
It also gives you an edge. A cutting edge.
[After Cowley chews Bodie out]
You may speak.
Nothing but blasphemy.
[Doyle is in the car with Sinclair's daughter pretending to be a thug]
Aren't you going to ravish me? Well, what's wrong, aren't I pretty enough?
Oh, yes, yes. You're definitely pretty.
It's just... I haven't been feeling very well lately.
Cowley! Are you okay?
Yes, I'm okay. And it's Mister Cowley!
You are okay, aren't you.
Reliving old times.
With Krivas? Well, that should be all right, then. Bodie can look after himself, if he abides by my teaching.
[Bodie staggers out, clothes torn and bloody]
You should see the other fellow.