The secret ingredient is crime!

“Right lads, 'eres the job: £134k bars of the finest, ripe for the taking.”

“£134k? Weight’s gonna be a problem. That Luton crew got done last year overloading with £90k of Yorkies.”

“Not a problem 'ere, lad, know what I’m saying?”

“… … … Buenos? Son of a bitch, I’m in.”