It's simple.

We go into the shop and keep Mr Singh talking down by the fridge.

He has to move the boxes round at the bottom to get me a lemon.

Maybe his head will be darn part of the time.

You stay at the front of the shop and when you see he's not looking you make it sweet.

What's a sweep?

A big grab for all the chocolate bars on that low shelf near the till.

She will know they've been next if there's a big gap.

I thought you said we'd just do a couple.

So we'd never even notice.

Don't want lifted by the police.

All right.

All right.

All clear.

No sweet.

Just a small grab.

Okay.

I might be able to swipe your chocolate mousse at the same time.

Okay.

Hello?

Mr Singh.

Please may I have a landing?

Maybe Maybe coming right up.

I just need to move a few weeks boxes.

Come here, you eat bunkers, I know who you are, you're proud of yourself.

Get in there.

Yeah.

Mhm.

What have you got?

You're choking me.

That's all I could see.

Turkish delight.

Who the hell?

It's Turkish delight.

Turkish delight.

No, I don't like it.

Nobody likes it.

It's all the hard are you blind?

Hard to think.

Quickly.

Quickly enough.

There was flakes and crunches.

All you need is an in and out for the fast hands and then the milky bars are on me.