RADIO ON IN KITCHEN
HE SIGHS
Is HE gonna be there tonight?
Probably.
I dunno.
Whenever he's there, you always come home stressed out,
where he's wound you up.
It's not good for you.
I'm just going for a drink.
There might be something to eat, I dunno.
You shouldn't be going out drinking, any more, Dad,
look at you.
HE SIGHS
I ain't dead yet.
Frigging Jesus.
I dunno know why you still knock about with him.
WASHING MACHINE SPINS
SLURPS DRINK
Oh...
BREATHES HEAVILY
SNIFFS
GROANS
Oh.
EXHALES DEEPLY
'All right, let's go.'
Just... get in the back until we get there.
I'm a driver. Get in the back.
I ain't getting in the back, Terry.
You get in the back, Dan.
Get in the back, what's the matter?
With my leg, Terry?
For God's sake!
MUTTERS TO HIMSELF
Poxy back.
You're a ponce, Collins!
Before we get going...
..mobiles.
..in 'ere.
I hope you've had 'em all switched off,
as per instructions.
Once less thing for him to moan about.
I haven't been using it.
It don't matter.
If it's been switched on, they can tell where you've been.
They track it, mate, triangulation.
That's all balls.
They can't tell where I've been.
I've been at home!
Would it be OK if I left now?
I'm going to visit my aunt and uncle in Nottingham this weekend.
Of course.
Enjoy the holiday, Choobin.
I'll do the tidying up.
Send them my regards.
Yes, I will. Thank you, sir.
FOOTSTEPS ECHO
LIFT: 'Door closing.'
'Going up.'
DOOR SLAMS
DOOR BEEPS
Bradley. Mr Cyrus.
BUZZER
Good evening, Mr Cyrus.
How are you doing? Not too bad, thank you, sir.
DOOR SLAMS
BUZZER
You've come too far up!
He told us to park on the corner!
You haven't got so far to walk now.
He said the corner!
He definitely said the corner, Ken.
What's it matter (?)
I said, the corner.
I told 'em, yeah.
I fucking told yer!
Go round again.
Did you get everyone's phones?
Yeah, they're all turned off, yeah.
I told him you said the corner, Brian.
You two, check out Greville Street.
Make sure the side gate is clear.
Basil's on his way round the front.
Are you all right? Hm?
Them tablets working?
I'm fine, don't worry about me.
It's you I'm worried about.
Me?
Running out of steam.
Me running out of steam? I'm not gonna run out of steam.
You get knackered cutting your toenails, Terry.
All right. It's all quiet at the side entrance.
'We're good to go.'
All right, get back now.
I don't get knackered, cutting me toenails.
I just take me time.
I have to be careful with my extremities.
RADIO CRACKLES 'I'm in the basement.
'All quiet down there.'
VAN DOOR OPENS
Let's go.
Not yet.
He said, "It's all quiet."
What are we hanging about for?
Cos I say so!
Tell me when you get to the side gate.
'Problem, I can't get to the side gate.
'The bloke downstairs is still in his workshop.'
That's why I don't leave things to you.
A fucking nuisance.
Why don't he just go home like everyone else?
So, if you're all right, that is, I think, everything, gents.
Just let us know if you'd like a box, gents.
I'll get the office to sort out all the paperwork.
Thanks.
Thank you very much. No problem.
Look, I thought the sugary stuff was bad for you?
Too much of it is, yeah.
Mine's going a bit low.
Let's have a bit.
Get stuffed!
What does that mean, gone a bit low?
Bloody hell, I've got me insulin with me!
I'm fine, don't worry about me!
Just make sure you take all them tablets you gotta take,
fucking worry about yourself!
You worry about Basil.
He knows what he's doing.
Yeah, well, I find him very high-handed.
Who asked you for your opinion?
We've got no worries.
He's very thorough.
DOOR SLAMS
PHONE RINGS
Oh!
PHONE CONTINUES RINGING
On my way now, Mama.
No, I don't want fish again.
I dunno, just a jacket potato, or something.
OK. Right, bye.
DOOR CLOSES
'The fellow downstairs has gone.
'I'm on my way up.'
He's set us back an hour, he has.
VAN ENGINE STARTS
OK, pull.
GROANS
OK, all right!
Right, slow down.
Ah...
Eh...
SLURPS DRINK
Ah...
HE SNIFFS
HE SIGHS
Got it, got it.
HE GROANS
It's stuck, isn't it?
These bloody doors ain't been open in years.
It's coming. That's it.
Slowly!
It's vaulted either end.
Make sure you break them and don't bend the strut,
or you'll never get it up.
I know what I'm doing!
They should have bricked it up years ago,
when they stopped the lift going down there.
There's always a way in.
SHUTTER SLOWLY CREAKS OPEN
BANG
SHUTTER CREAKS OPEN AGAIN
BANG
OK, that's enough.
That's enough.
Don't put your head out there, you idiot,
there's sensors everywhere.
I know.
You just make sure you know what you're doing.
All right?
Go up in the street, listen,
and see if the alarm goes off.
What do you want me to do if it is?
Is he for real?
I'm going.
Tell us on that.
Right.
And then you leg it. All right.
I'll go and get on with it.
I need a piss.
So do I.
Do you have to talk to 'em like that, Brian?
Eh? It puts their backs up.
Yes, I don't care if they don't like it.
I expect 'em to do what I say.
I've been planning this for too long.
I know exactly how it has to work.
I wish it was us two down that lift shaft.
Yeah, we'd have got it done in half the time.
Jesus!
Do I have to spend half my life trying to piss?
Don't talk to me about pissing.
That's how I knew I got this.
Couldn't stop.
Drinking, pissing, drinking, pissing.
See, I wanna a bit of what you got and you wanna a bit of what I got.
Aren't you ready yet? Come on!
We're on the clock!
MIMICS BRIAN: "Come on, we're on the clock."
From the description you gave, I can tell you that the alarm box
operates by sending a pulse down the phone line every 60 seconds.
There's also a battery-powered backup which sends a message
to the monitoring company if the power is cut.
So, you used to be in this game yourself, then?
I know what I'm talking about.
He's done a few bits of work, he comes recommended.
Nothing like this, though.
No.
Because... this is a different league...
..Basil...
if that is your name.
I'm ready.
60 seconds from when I go through.
ALARM WHISTLES
50 seconds.
ALARM CONTINUES
The jammer's not locking.
40.
ALARM RING CHANGES
30 seconds.
20.
ALARM TEMPO QUICKENS
Ten. Come on!
ALARM SILENT
Right.
Thank fuck for that.
BREATHES HEAVILY
Alarm's down.
'Are you hearing anything on the street?'
All quiet here.
'OK.
'Driver?
'Driver!'
CLEARS HIS THROAT Hello?
'Have you heard anything?'
Er, like what?
'No, no...
Nothing. All clear.
Carl's out there.
Oh, look, he's used his name.
He knows he's not supposed to use names over the radio.
Just stay awake.
You should have got shot of him years ago.
VOICES OUTSIDE
HE SIGHS
LOUD VOICES
BANGING
Come on! Get some of that anger out.
Right!
Get that cutter over there.
Basil!
Fire alarm.
It's on the right, the silver one.
Press to exit.
Camera's down.
DOOR BUZZES
Here.
Right...
..we're all set.
WHIRRS
WHIRRING INTENSIFIES
SHOUTS: I'm gonna check for noise upstairs.
METAL DOOR OPENS
DRILLING CONTINUES
'Metropolitan Police.'
Hello, this is JLA Monitoring Alarm Company.
We have a confirmed intruder alarm
at the Hatton Garden Safe Deposit Company Limited.
'Thank you, your reference is CAD 2079.'
Thank you. We are calling the keyholder now.
LOUD DRILLING CONTINUES
LOUD THUMP
MACHINE SLOWS
What now?
GRUNTS
GROANS Jesus!
OK.
Oh, fucking hell!
We can see the back of one of the cabinets in the vault.
We're behind schedule. How much longer?
Two hours, three hours.
You told me 30 minutes a hole.
The concrete's reinforced, Bri.
We can't go full revs, or we'll knacker the drill.
This was your area, Terry.
It takes as long as it takes, Brian! What do you want me to do?
This was the one thing I left to you.
I'm just walking along.
I can't hear any alarm.
'Are you outside the building now?'
Um...
Yeah, I'm here now and...
I can't see the police about.
LOUD DRILLING
Hello?
DRILLING DROWNS OUT SPEECH
There's a bloke trying to get in the building.
Hello?
Are you saying somebody's outside?
'A geezer by the front door!'
Shit!
'Who is it? Is it Old Bill?'
I don't think so.
By the look of him, he's some sort of security guard.
SHOUTS: Stop!
Shut it down!
Take it down.
DRILLING STOPS
What's going on? Where are they now?
He's still by the door.
He's sort of hanging about.
Run round the back, Danny. See if you can see what's happening.
Do you think that's a good idea? Every fucking thing I say...!
Just do it.
He's going round the back.
He's going down Greville Street,
'round the back.' I told you not to send him there.
'He's coming around the back.'
He's round the front again.
'Everyone out, stairs!'
He's trying the front door again.
THEY BREATHE HEAVILY
Looks like he may be waiting for someone.
I've got him, I've got him.
What's he doing here?
Has an alarm gone off?
Nothing went off outside. Carl?
I heard nish.
It could be a routine check.
Hello, there's a car coming.
Fuck!
Onto the next roof.
Come on.
Shit! Move it. Fuck!
PHONE RINGS
Yeah, hello.
'Hello, this is JLA.'
Yeah, I've had a good look around.
Both the front and back doors are secure,
but there was a security light on round the back.
Can you advise, please? Cos I'm on my own here.
'OK, I'll check the stages of the incident.
'Can you hold, please.'
'OK, I have an update on my screen now.
'Communications command have graded the incident Level II,
'no further action required.
'They've recorded the incident as CAD 2079.'
Er...
What?
OK, if that's what they're saying, it must be a false alarm.
'They're saying no further action required.'
So I'll tell my boss there's no need to attend.
Hang on.
Wait.
He's gone back to his car.
He's driving away.
'He's gone.'
Bloody hell, that was close.
It's a good job I was on the ball here.
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
Shouldn't we be getting back to work, Brian?
They'd be here by now if they was coming back.
It's way past my bedtime.
All them boxes down there are piled up with gear.
So, was the old Security Express your biggest payday, Tel?
Er, six mill...
we took outta there.
The only reason we got done was because of his lot.
This lot and the old Brink's-Mat job.
How's that?
The Old Bill was trying to find the gold bullion,
what they nicked, where they stashed it,
they stumbled on our divvy up.
They weren't even fucking looking for us!
That's bollocks.
You got nicked cos you all went straight out
and bought fucking Mercs and started throwing money about.
Rank stupidity!
You should have waited for six months.
I bought a second-hand Merc.
You drew attention to yourselves.
You lie low for six months...
..you're home and dry.
There's no way Old Bill can keep up an investigation that long,
they can't afford to.
Right, that's long enough.
Let's get back to work.
Why do you let him talk to you like that?
Oh, just leave it.
No, he sets himself up Mr Master,
or whatever he reckons he is.
You've done jobs easily as big as what he's ever done.
He's always been arrogant, Danny.
He's always enjoyed putting me down.
I just let it go over me head.
Argh...
HE WINCES
Are you all right, mate?
Yeah, yeah. I'll tell you what, though, mate.
This is me last job.
It's finished.
It's fucking over.
It's out of my life.
Yeah.
DRILLING
CLANK
DRILL STOPS
Shove the cabinet out of the way, we're in.
I'm going for a piss.
Right.
All right. Good.
Hold up.
How about an eighth of an inch? All right?
That's, that's...
That's it.
That's it, that's it.
Right.
Are you biting?
Almost, Tel. One more, Dan.
That's good.
Easy.
Hey! The pump should be up the other end.
He knows what he's doing.
There's too much play this way.
It should be up the other end.
I've started now!
We can't change it now, Bri.
This is not the way I told you to do it!
That's the wrong way round.
Look! What are you?
Fucking stereo?!
This is the way I'm doing it.
All right?
This way!
This is my area.
It's still not moving, Dan.
Go on, give it some more. Careful.
It must be bolted.
What?
Them cabinets that's leaning against the wall.
CREAKING
With this amount of pressure,
they've gotta be bolted in.
It's going. Go on.
CREAKING
Go on!
No, no, no, no.
It's going, just a little bit more.
CREAKING
CLANK, HISSING
Shit!
I told you!
You should have got it the other way round.
It was bolted.
Why didn't you tell us that was bolted in?
You should have put the pump up the other end.
You get the angle off, you're gonna fuck it every time.
I told you, you didn't listen.
It was fucking... bolted!
Come on, Brian, it's just as much your fault as anyone's.
You all ponce around, asking about jobs 40 years ago.
Do this job in front of you now!
Take some responsibility for your own failings,
for once in your fucking life!
My failings? These are my failings,
one, two, three!
You ain't up to it no more, Terry.
You should have told us it was gonna be bolted.
Will you both stop!
We need to work out right now
what we're gonna do next.
We're so close.
There must be something we can do.
What?
You tell me?
What?
Come on.
You're all welcome to come up...
..with an idea.
The job is blown, we go home.
We can come back.
No, once a job blows out,
you walk away, that's it.
You never come back. This wasn't part of the plan.
Anything we do from this point on,
we're making it up as we go along.
And that is where mistakes are made!
Tel?
He's right. Oh!