Sean Flynn
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148 appearances
4 recordings
2 series
first heard Apr 2025
last heard 5 Feb
Sean Flynn’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Martin went out a window, jumped six feet to the ground. Outside, people were staring, moving toward this strange, loud noise.
Let's consider the options. One would have been to get a job and stop robbing banks before someone got killed or he got arrested. Or two, he could become a better bank robber. Martin went with number two.
In one sense, this flurry of robberies was almost routine. Martin followed the same practice steps each time. But in another sense, each new job had its own hint of artistry. Martin tried out new disguises, new accents.
Where did you get the idea to put that much deception into the back end? Instead of just trying to get as far away as fast as you could.
They believed it every time. 14 times, in fact. That's a lot of banks. Cats don't have that many lives. Martin stopped using live rounds after he almost killed that manager. But it still haunted him. A gentleman thief can't have blood on his hands. And at some point, you become more thief than gentleman.
It wasn't me. Except it kind of was. Martin might have wanted out, but he wanted out on his terms. He didn't want to fade away, leave nothing but a string of unsolved and apparently unrelated robberies. He wanted one big score. The stuff of legends.
Martin wanted to rob the Central Bank of Norway.
Martin knew he couldn't rob the Central Bank by himself. A job that big, a stage that big, required a supporting cast. So he found a partner, an apprentice, a Sundance kid, a Bonnie to his Clyde, a Pitt to his Clooney. an old schoolmate, Bjorn. He was a sportsman.
Now Martin has to decide which branch of the central bank of Norway they should rob. He chose the nearest one, Andramen, a mid-sized city southwest of Oslo. He went there one day to look around.
And yet this already was more complicated than most jobs. Martin and Bjorn would need to get to the second floor and then back down, ideally saddled with cumbersome bags of cash, all without getting shot by that armed guard. It was legal for him to shoot me. The guard, the second floor, these were just problems to be solved. Martin was patient.
He watched the bank, learned its rhythms, when and how people came and went. And eventually, he discovered an elegant solution.
Martin saw a weakness, a vulnerability, in the way those sacks of money left the bank. Which was this. The police put them in the back of a car. Not an armored car, or one car in a convoy of cars. Just a regular police car. A little Scandinavian station wagon with blue lights on top. All Martin and Bjorn had to do was carjack that station wagon.
As always, the most important part of this job would be getting away, vanishing. Martin and Bjorn stole three cars and placed them strategically around the city, each ready to be used in a delicate choreography.
Four. They robbed four banks to have something to do. And then, Monday, May 19th, 1980, showtime. Martin and Bjorn had parked one of their stolen cars in a little courtyard where the police would load the cash into their station wagon. They were out on the street, watching, waiting. They saw the police car, the one that would pick up the money, pull into the courtyard.
Martin demanded the key to the loaded-up station wagon, then got behind the wheel.
They went screaming through the streets of Drammen. Martin in a stolen police car, blue lights flashing, Bjorn following in a stolen car, like a reverse police chase. But... No one chased after them. Really. By coincidence, half the city's police force, half, was at a training seminar three hours away. There simply weren't enough cops to chase the bad guys.
Martin and Bjorn drove to where they'd stashed another one of their stolen cars, one the police haven't seen them driving.
The police waved on this nice lady and her dog. They drove a bit further, stashed the money somewhere safe, then split up. They caught separate trains to Oslo.
And there were six more sacks. Altogether, they'd stolen 10 million kroner. Adjusted for inflation, that's 7.5 million American dollars.
If you rob a central bank branch, there's a decent chance you're going to get a lot of currency just entering circulation. Crisp new bills. All of them will have a serial number, likely sequential ones, and the bank will know what those numbers are. Sometimes those bills will be from the same press run. Martin did not see that coming.
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