MAN ON TV: Ahead of tonight's televised election debate,
Labour's Ed Mifiband admitted to being...
Is he going to be there tonight?
Probably.
I don't know.
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.
And maybe something to eat. I don't know.
You shouldn't be going out drinking any more, Dad. Look at you.
(He sighs heavily)
I ain't dead yet.
I mean, Jesus...
Then, why still knock about with him?
(He clears his throat)
(He sighs)
(He exhales)
All right, let's go.
Just get it in the back until we get there.
- I'm the driver. - Get in the back.
I ain't getting in the back. You get in the back, Dan.
Get in the back. What's the matter with you?
With my leg, Terry?
For God's sake...
Never mind.
We're nearly there.
The poxy back. You're a ponce, Collins.
Right...
"before we get going, mobiles.
In here.
I hope you've had them all switched off, as per instructions.
One less thing for him to moan about.
(Phone beeps)
- I ain'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.
FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors closing. Lift going up.
- Bradley. - Sir.
(Door lock buzzes)
Good evening, Mr Cyrus.
- How are you doing? - Not too bad, thank you, sir.
(Lock system buzzes)
TERRY: Itch...
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. - Yeah, I told him. Yeah.
I fucking told you.
Go round again.
Did you get everyonds phones?
Yeah, they're all turned off. Yeah, 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?
- Are 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 ain't gonna run out of steam.
You get knackered cutting your toenails, Terry.
All right, it's all quiet on the side entrance.
We're good to go.
All right, get back now.
I don't get knackered cutting my toenails.
I just take my time.
I have to be careful with my extremities.
BASIL: I'm in the basement.
All quiet down here.
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? get to the side gate.
A bloke downstairs is still in his workshop.
That's why I don't leave things to you.
Fucking nuisance.
Why doesn'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,
and I'll get the office to son out all the paperwork.
Thanks.
- Thank you very much. - No problem.
I thought the sugary stuff was bad for you.
Too much of it is, yeah.
I was going a bit low.
Let's have a bit.
Go and get stuffed.
What does that mean, going a bit low?
I've got my insulin with me.
I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
You just make sure you take all them tablets you've got to take.
Fucking worry about yourself.
- And worry about Basil. - He knows what he's doing.
Yeah, well, I find him very high-handed.
Who asked you for your opinion?
I've got no worries.
He's very thorough.
(Distant bang)
(Phone rings)
(Man sighs)
(Ringing continues)
On my way now, Mama.
No, I don't want fish again.
I don't know, just a jacket potato or something.
OK, bye.
Bye.
(Metal door closes)
BASE The fella downstairs has gone.
I'm on my way "PI
He's set us back an hour, he has.
(Van engine starts)
OK, all right. All right, slow down.
Yeah.
(He sighs)
(He clicks open his briefcase)
Yeah. I can't do it.
Ifs stuck, isn't it?
God, these bloody doors ain't been opened in years.
That's it.
(Metallic creaking)
Slowly. It's bolted either end.
Make sure you break them and don't bend the shutter.
- 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 locks snap)
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?
Yeah.
Tell us on that.
And then you leg it, all right?
Go on, get on with it.
I need a piss.
Yeah, so do I. Yeah.
Do you have to talk to them like that, Brian? Hey?
It puts their backs up.
Yes, I don't care if they don't like it.
I expect them to do what I say.
I've been planning this too long.
I know exactly how it has to work.
I wish it was us two down that lift shaft.
Yeah, we would 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'd got this.
I couldn't stop.
Drinking, pissing. drinking, pissing...
I tell you, I want a bit of what you've got, and you want a bit of what I've got.
Aren't you ready yet?
Come on!
We're on the clock!
"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.
And this, this is a different league...
...Basil.
If that is your name.
I'm ready.
60 seconds from when I go through.
(Alarm beeps rapidly)
50 seconds.
The jammer's not locking.
40.
(Alarm beeps steadily)
30 seconds.
20.
(Alarm beeps rapidly)
Ten.
Come on!
(Alarm beeping stops)
Right.
Thank fuck for that.
Alarm's down.
Are you hearing anything on the street?
All quiet here.
OK.
Drive?
Driver...
Driver!
(He clears his throat) Hello?
- Have you heard anything? - Er, like what?
Erm, 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.
WOMAN: Look, a sausage!
(Banging)
Come on!
Get some of that anger out.
Right, get that cutter over there.
Basil, fire alarm.
(Metal cutter whirs)
It's on the right.
The silver one. Press to exit.
The camera's down.
(Door lock buzzes)
Here.
Right.
All set.
(Drill starts grinding)
I'm going to check for noise upstairs.
(Drill grinds in the distance)
WOMAN: 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 key-holder now.
(Drill whirs and grinds)
(Rumbling and scraping)
What now?
Cor...
(They grunt and strain)
Jesus!
Fuck...
Yeah.
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.
That concrete's reinforced, Bri.
Yeah, we can't go full revs.
- It would 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.
WOMAN: Are you outside the building now?
Em...
Yeah. I'm here now.
Er, well, I can't see the police about.
(Drill grinds and whirs)
Hello?
(Drill whirs)
There's a bloke trying to get in the building.
Hello?
Did you say somebody's outside?
A geezer by the front door.
Shit!
Who is if? Is if the Old Bill?
I don't think so.
By the look of him, he's some sort of security guard.
Stop!
Shut it down!
Take it down!
(Drill stops)
What's going on?
- Where are they now? - He's still by the door.
- He's just 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 up there. - He's coming round the back.
(Door rattles)
He's round the front again.
BRIAN: Everyone, out. Stairs.
He's trying the front door again.
(They pant for breath)
It looks like he's 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!
- Come on. - Shit!
Over to the next roof.
Come on.
- Shit! - Move it.
(Phone rings)
Yeah, hello?
WOMAN: Hello, (his is JLA.
Yeah, I've had a good look around and both the front and back doors are secure.
But there was a security light on round the back.
Can you advise, please, because I'm on my own here.
OK, H! check the status of (he incident.
Can you hold, please?
OK, I have an update on my screen now
and Mei Police Communications Command has graded the incident ievei two
with no further action required,
They've recorded the incident as CAD 2079.
Er...
OK, well, if that's what they're saying, it must be a false alarm.
They're saying no further action is required.
Right, well, so, I'll tell my boss there was 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.
Good job I was on the ball here.
Shouldn't we be getting back to work, Brian?
They'd be here by now if they was coming back.
This is way past my bedtime.
All them boxes down there, piled up with gear...
So, was the old Security Express your biggest payday, then, Tel?
Er, six mil we took out of there.
The only reason we got done was because of his lot.
His lot on the old Brink's-Mat job.
Hows that?
The Old Bill was trying to find the gold bullion,
what they'd nicked, where they'd stashed it.
They stumbled on our divvy-up.
I mean, they weren't even fucking looking for us.
That's bollocks.
You got nicked because 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 the 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.
Nah, he sets himself up as the master.
Or whatever he reckons he is.
You've done jobs easy as big as what he's ever done.
Nah, he's always been arrogant, Dan.
He's always enjoyed putting me down.
I just let it go over my head.
Fuck.
Shit.
- All right, mate? - Yeah, yeah.
I tell you what, though, mate...
...this is my last job.
When this is finished, it's fucking over.
It's out of my life.
Yeah.
(Drill whirs and grinds)
Shove the cabinet out of the way and we're in.
I'm going for a piss.
Right...
All right, good.
All right.
Hold up.
I'll have about an eighth of an inch, all right'?
Nice, nice...
Hey, hey, that's it.
That's it. That's it.
Right.
- Are we biting? - Almost, Tel.
One more dent. That's good.
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.
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, now.
- It must be bolted. - What?
He said them cabinets was leaning against the wall.
But this amount of pressure, they've got to be bolted in.
Ifs going-
Come on.
(Metallic creaking)
(They grunt and strain)
it's going. Just a little bit more. A little bit more.
(Metallic creaking)
Shit!
I told you, you should have got it the other way round.
It was bolted.
Then, why didn't you tell us they were bolted in?
You should have put the pump up the other end!
If you get the angle off, you're gonna fuck it every time.
I've told you. You didn't listen.
It was fucking bolted!
Come on, Brian, it's just as much your fault is 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've told us they was going to be bolted.
Will you both stop?
We need to work out right now what we're going to 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...!
Shit!
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