The Great Train Robbery (2013) s01e01 Episode Script

A Robber’s Tale

1 Go.
Go, Weasel, go.
- Don't call me Weasel.
That don't look like 400 grand.
That's because it bloody ain't.
62 grand.
- That's it? It ain't enough.
- No, it ain't enough.
You said there'd be 400 grand.
- Check it again, Bruce.
I've counted it twice.
Think I've got some up my bloody sleeves? All right.
How much are we getting? Minus costs, minus drinks for the chaps who helped us, minus 22 grand for the next job's set-up equal shares, about four grand each.
Four grand? All that risk, all that planning, for four poxy grand? Ain't a lot, is it? - This was supposed to the big one.
How long's that gonna last us? - We'll do better next time.
What've we got now? All those stupid bloody expenses: the costumes, the wheels, the stupid bloody moustaches It went to plan.
- Four grand each, Bruce.
It was your tip-off, Charlie.
- Someone's grassed, then.
Stop looking for shadows.
We did our job.
We were just unlucky.
Every time? No, mate.
Not every time.
I won't let it.
Come on, you lot, look classy.
Three, two, one I'm hungry for the next job, Chas.
You're always bloody hungry.
We need to lie low for a bit, let things cool off.
We were so close.
Next job, we go bigger.
Not if it's going to alert the Old Bill, right? What do you want to be, mate? A low-level thief all your life? I'm a reputable greengrocer.
Yeah? You gotta dream, Chas.
And dream big.
My dad always said, whatever you do, make sure you're the best.
Next one, we make our mark.
You don't half think a lot of yourself, Bruce.
Look around this place.
Most people here, they were born to this.
Money on tap, place in the Establishment.
We're as good as anyone here.
Better.
We grafted our way here tonight, Chas.
Don't get a taste for it.
That airport cash ain't gonna last long.
What about that airport raid, then? Yeah, think I read about that.
Good luck to 'em, I suppose.
Mind they barely got away with loose change.
Must've been sick when they opened up the box.
Imagine their faces.
Well, 60 grand, though.
20 minutes' work.
Whoever planned it didn't get it quite right, though, did he? Beyond his capabilities, I'd say.
Couple of schoolboy mistakes.
Is that right? So now we'll be on him like a shadow.
We? Rude of me.
Frank Williams.
Detective Inspector, Five Squad.
Having a good night? Celebration.
Good week in the antiques game.
Treating my wife.
Good man, family's important.
Seen too many family men end up in Wandsworth or Parkhurst.
Even put some of them there myself.
You were in Wandsworth, weren't you, Reynolds? Mistaken identity.
Twice.
Enjoy your night.
But don't get carried away, eh? Give my regards to your boss at the Flying Squad.
Mr Butler, isn't it? Tommy Butler doesn't even know who you are, son.
Not yet.
You're not Raffles, lad.
You never will be.
Stay in your box.
They make me laugh, your mates.
They are funny.
That's one word for 'em.
I never felt like I belonged anywhere till I met them.
Tried the Church, the Army but when I met them, it was like finding a family.
We're your family.
Right here.
Brothers in arms, then.
That's what they are.
Must've been expensive tonight.
For you and your brothers.
Don't you worry about that.
You'd tell me if we ever got in trouble, wouldn't you? We're not in trouble.
You would, though, wouldn't you? You're a dad now.
Nick's gonna need you around.
I'm gonna make him proud of his old man.
Don't do anything daft.
You tell your mates and all.
They'll do what I say.
Chaps.
Brian Field, Charlie Wilson.
- Pleasure.
Brian's a solicitor's clerk.
His firm's been very helpful to me.
Good to meet you.
- Likewise.
And this here is Roy James.
I've seen you drive, Mr James, on the racing circuit.
Rising star, you are.
Honour to shake your hand, sir.
Don't go overboard, he won't get his head through the door.
I can see why you like him.
Good judgment.
What was it you wanted to talk about, Mr Field? Not to assume anything, gentlemen, but I've a business acquaintance who might like a chat with you.
He's looking for a group of professionals.
What kind of business acquaintance? There's an overnight mail train from Glasgow to London Euston.
At the front is the HVP coach.
HVP? - High Value Package.
And what's in a High Value Package? Used bank notes.
Surplus cash from the Scottish banks.
Keep going.
The Scottish banks send all the cash that is surplus to their requirements back down to London on the train.
Along the way, any surplus cash from towns on the train's route is also collected.
What, every night? - Uh-huh.
Leaves Glasgow at 6:50pm.
Seven stops along the way.
Gets in to Euston at 4am.
The HVP coach is the second coach from the diesel engine.
How many men on board? In the HVP coach? Five - post office workers, sorting the mail.
What about the rest of the train? 70 or so.
But no one in the first carriage, that's just parcels.
How many bags on board the HVP coach? By the time it leaves Rugby, which is the last stop before it gets to Euston, around 60 or 70 bags.
How much? - I don't know.
Rough guess, it could be a million.
After a Bank Holiday, maybe more.
See what I mean? Bloody hell.
It's been running 125 years.
Nobody's thought of knocking it off before? They didn't have the Ulsterman.
- How many coppers? That's the beauty.
None.
No transport police.
No security guards.
You're kidding me.
Nobody? - Now he's getting the glint.
It's Her Majesty's mail, mate.
Nobody'd have the nerve, that's how they see it.
Even without police, still 75 men on board.
Only five on the HVP Coach.
The other 70 aren't gonna just twiddle their thumbs while we have it away with the notes.
We fix it So they don't notice, Charlie.
Won't notice? All they got to do is look out the window.
No, Gordon's right.
We could sort that.
Don't say you're on the hook.
Big dreams, Chas.
You've gotta fancy it, haven't you? The Post Office? One in the eye for all the old duffers running this country.
That what you think this is about? It's about getting the life you want no, not want, deserve.
Setting yourself up for good.
House where you like, private schools for your girls.
No more fruit and veg at five in the morning.
You'd never have to look a potato in the eye again, mate.
First up.
Where can we best get at these bags of cash? Can't be Euston - there's Old Bill, railway and post office workers.
The Ulsterman said we could set up an ambush at one of the stations earlier on the route.
And miss out on half the bread? I don't think so.
We go all in on this.
What about as it's slowing down on its way into Euston? Won't work.
Houses overlooking the track.
Only takes someone looking out a window and phoning the Old Bill.
It must be before the city but after the final stop, So all the bags are on.
What, so a stretch of track, somewhere between Rugby and central London? Yeah.
But deserted, so we've got room to work.
Say we find that, how do we stop the train? Communication cord.
It's not a passenger train, Buster.
How do we get on it to pull it? Sleeper.
Anyone with half a bit of sense can lay a sleeper across the line.
Too obvious.
Don't want the driver or crew latching on too quick.
We gotta be subtler than that.
How does a train stop normally? - At a station.
Or a signal.
Signal.
Anyone know how to fix a signal? I'm all fer dreaming big, chaps, but we ain't get the expertise.
What, so we fall at the first? Best tip in years? If we can't do it, we find a fella who can.
Someone must have the know-how.
There is a florist in Brighton.
Word is you're pan of the firm doing the Brighton line.
Tommy? This gentleman's saying something about us knocking off the Brighton line.
Did he? I wonder why he'd say something like that.
- Everyone is, mate.
Loose lips sink ships.
Point is, d'you know how to stop a train on a track? And why would you be asking? Friend of mine had a little tip-off.
Money-spinner maybe.
Tip from where? - Inside information.
Train with sacks of cash on it, in the hundreds.
What's that got do with us? We're looking for an expert train-stopper.
I heard maybe that was you.
Your fella on the inside.
Did he say how much there was in each sack? Said he didn't know.
Good sign.
Might be genuine.
The fakers promise exact amounts.
What d'you think? Just stop the train.
There'll be a drink in it for you.
I could certainly stop it for you.
But our firm would have to be pan of the job.
Isn't that right, Tommy? Oh, yes, Roger.
Definitely.
I hope you told him where to stick it.
I said I'd let them know.
He's an expert.
Specialist knowledge don't come cheap.
How many's he talking about? How big's the firm? We ain't agreeing, Bruce.
Roger, Tommy, Bob Welch and one other.
Four of them.
- What d'you think? Bigger the firm, smaller our share, right? If it's a million quid, there's enough to go round.
The more people in on it, the more chance of word leaking out.
It's a solid firm, Roger put it together himself.
Three things.
First, there's 70 blokes on that train, outside the HVP coach.
We'll need to bring in muscle whatever happens, case things got boss-eyed.
Second, if there's as many bags of cash as the Ulsterman's suggesting, we'll need extra hands to get 'em off the train and onto a lorry.
We ain't got much time.
Third, without Roger, we can't stop the bloody train in the first place.
So it doesn't matter if there's four or four dozen of us.
The train's gonna go speeding past, whizzing all them notes out of reach.
Now all those in favour? Here we go, gents.
Lovely, Buster.
Any more biscuits? What happened to the last lot? Next time, we have a kitty or I'll be skint.
So, meeting of the firms.
Welcome, any opening comments? There's something I'd like to say, Bruce.
Go on then, Chas.
Just to be clear.
I will do any grass that costs me my liberty.
As far as I'm concerned, a grass is a Judas who should've been drowned at birth.
Right, thank you, Charlie.
OK.
We need to agree on the right spot for the grab.
Gordon? I've been through the route of the train, from Euston to Rugby.
Buster and Tommy here went to case a few possibles.
We followed the track - Berkhamsted, Boxmoor, Kings Langley, Watford.
We looked for near to London, away from buildings, with a set of signals and access to a road.
Couple of days, it took, but we reckon we've got somewhere.
Now, take a look at this.
The bridge here's indicated as Bridge 127.
We figure that would be a sensible place from which to remove the bags from the train.
The nearest property's a farm, a quarter of a mile down the lane.
Here it is.
Bridge 127.
Bridego Bridge.
Shall we? So this is the main signal.
Dwarf signal's three quarters of a mile on from here.
That's good, we need both.
So what d'you reckon? This the place? I can definitely stop the train here.
You'll have to move it forward to the bridge, to unload all the sacks.
What, the whole train? No, no.
Uncouple the engine and the HVP from the rest of the train and move that on half a mile to the bridge and unload it all there.
Leave the rest of the train here.
Right.
Course, yeah.
Uncouple it.
Move it forward.
No problem.
You sure? Your side can sort that? Yeah, course.
So, when's this train due? Bang on.
That's our baby.
That's the good thing about lifting from trains.
There's always a timetable.
So this is the dwarf signal.
That's right.
The dwarf signal is stationed before the main signal.
If it's shining amber, the driver knows to slow down, that there's a stop signal ahead.
Like traffic lights.
- Yeah, exactly.
You married, Bruce? I am, yeah.
Miserable old game, isn't it? So you'll rig this, and the main signal further up the track? Er yeah, I won't be able to do both on the night.
Takes too long to get from one to the other.
If something fails or goes wrong with one, the whole night's over.
Fine.
I'll get my brother-in-law, John, to do it.
He's my lucky charm.
Just show me how to rig it.
- Swear to secrecy, though? Ring of silence.
Took me a long time to work this up.
I don't want others nicking my MO.
Course.
Roger Roger.
Mate, your secret will go no further, I promise.
Connect the batteries to the bulb.
To them, and the amber light comes on.
Got it.
But the green light's still on.
Course it is, that's the real signal.
So how do we knock it off? See? What, that's it? A light bulb and a black glove? Yes.
I thought it was gonna be all technical.
It's just common sense, Roger.
Anyone could have thought of that.
- But they didn't, did they? I did.
Anyone can be complicated.
Simplicity, that's hard.
A glove? That's it? That's his secret.
- Says he read it in a library book.
Why didn't we have that book? If we'd used our loaves, we needn't have brought in another firm.
Least a glove ain't gonna go wrong.
Anyway, we got a small problem.
I've promised Roger we'll uncouple the engine from the carriages and drive it forward.
What d'you do that for? - I couldn't look like we didn't know what to do.
How're we gonna shift a train? - I'm working on it.
I got Roy down at Euston, pretending he's a teacher, asking how it all works.
How's your mate Brian Field getting on with the stow? Coming along.
Mrs Rixon? We made an appointment through Midland Marts to view the property.
This is Mr Field, the prospective purchaser.
Would you mind if we took a look around? We won't take up too much of your valuable time.
Very much obliged.
Lovely.
27 miles west of Bridego Bridge, on the other side of Aylesbury.
Nearest village is Brill.
Main house, outbuildings, room for vehicles, place itself not visible from the main road, and there's only a dirt track in.
It's bugger all to look at but it's perfect for this.
And it's not on any Ordnance Survey maps.
Told you he was good.
- How do we do it? Mr Wheater, my boss, Will do the paperwork.
Leonard Field, no relation, Will be the front man.
Ten per cent deposit of £555 to secure vacant possession, the rest we'll make payable some time later in the year.
By which time we'll be long gone.
- Exactly.
Now, after we're out, who handles the clean up? That's where Billy here comes in.
He'll burn the farm down soon as we're all gone.
I trust you done this sort of thing before? Billy's a safe-blower, best in the business.
With all due respect, Mr Reynolds, this is a bit bigger than a safe.
I know.
Something big to really get my teeth into.
I love blowing things up.
Let me have those deposit funds as soon as you can.
Gentlemen.
Well? Is he reliable? - He's got me out of a few corners.
Don't like him.
You don't have to like him, Bruce.
But he Will get it done.
Now, about driving that train.
Roger Cordrey ain't the only one who reads books.
Tommy And The Train Ride? - That's right.
It's a kid's book.
But it's got pictures.
Here we go.
Come on.
This is the one.
Right.
This here, I reckon that's the brake.
This must be the dead handle.
Now what? You're the one who's got the book.
What does your mate Tommy do? Push something.
That's better.
- That is better.
Hold up.
Do you think anyone heard? It's a train yard, innit? There's train noises.
When you're ready, driver Goody.
Ease her away.
Hey up, we're moving.
- Course we are.
I'm a train driver, ain't I? Watch you don't bump into anything.
Oh, this is a bit of me, this.
I always fancied this.
Ever since I was a kid.
It's a dream come true, mate.
I wish my mum could see me now.
What, see you nicking it? Reckon you could start it up again? - Course I can.
Easy, innit? Then we're in business.
Nice work, driver Goody.
My pleasure, assistant driver Reynolds.
My pleasure.
You can stop her now.
What you doing? What you doing? Wait a minute, I thought that was the brake.
You just made it go faster.
- Which one's the brake? Gordon, you read the book.
I can't remember what one the brake is.
Stop the train.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
- Gordon, stop the bleeding train.
I'm bloody trying.
Bloody hell.
- Jump, Bruce.
Come on.
Gordon, you bastard.
Have a look.
it's a runaway train.
You idiot.
Nothing in the newspapers about it.
Perhaps they thought it was just kids mucking about.
They wouldn't be far wrong.
Nope.
- So where does this leave us? Up the Swanee.
If we can't drive the train ourselves, and we can't find a driver, we'll have to bank on persuading the driver on board to do as we tell him.
"Drive it or I kill you.
" "Go on, kill me".
Stalemate.
Clock's ticking down, Bruce.
- Everyone can be persuaded.
Just stuff newspaper up his trouser legs and set fire to it.
For God's sake, Buster.
He'll soon make up his mind then.
What is the matter with you lot? Have you heard yourselves? We're trying to pull this off and all you've got is these bloody ridiculous, stupid You with your trouser-burning, you with your fairytale train manuals, and you Don't have a pop at me cos you're on the ropes.
You're the planner.
I'm just treasurer.
- Who got you Roger Cordrey? And who bought the Ulsterman's tip-off? Oh, like, one thing each.
We are within touching distance of a million quid, showing the whole world what we can do.
You're standing around here like lemons, doing nothing, expecting me to solve all the big problems.
And you ain't doing much of a job of it.
What's the matter, too big for you this one? It was my shot.
Said he'd be waiting for us up there.
Nearly gave me the fright of my life there, gents.
What's in the bag, sir? Just tools.
Off to work, that's all.
What is it you do, exactly, sir? You all right, mate? Quiet tonight.
I've a few problems.
Mate of mine, Billy Still got pulled by the law yesterday.
Ouch.
Trying to take my mind off it.
Yeah.
Good seeing you again, Biggsy.
- You too, Brucie.
I hate to ask but you don't have anything on, do you? I could do with £500, just to see me right.
No, mate, sorry.
And all my cash is tied up in something right now.
What, a job? - Maybe.
Got any space on it? Sorry, Ron.
It's not for you, this one.
Not unless you can drive a train.
No, I can't drive a train but I might know someone who can now you mention it.
No, no, Biggsy, this isn't Don't mess me about.
I know you want a job, but Straight up.
When I came out a few years back, I was working for Burdett, the builder's.
We did a lot up at British Industrial Sand.
They employed old drivers to shunt stuff around.
I got to know a couple of them.
There's this one fella, called Alf.
He's as good as gold.
Do you think he'd ever do something dodgy? This is marvellous.
Really impressive.
Don't touch anything, Alf.
All right, gents, are we ready? So what's the cover, then, Bruce? There's an army base at Bicester.
We wear army clobber with divisional insignia on the vehicles.
People are used to seeing convoys on those back roads.
We're an elite unit on night-time manoeuvres.
You do love a costume.
We're taking on the Establishment.
Use the enemy's Armour against 'em.
In army get up, we can assert authority over whoever we like, including any local bobbies.
Now, on the night itself, there's only one train running through.
And once it's stopped, we've got 15 minutes to get all the bags off and loaded on the lorry.
We getting tooled up? - Coshes only.
No guns.
You sure, big job like this? You take a gun, you might end up using it.
We're just there for the money.
Now, everyone knows what everyone else is doing.
We're gonna lie low at the farm for a couple of days, a week at the outside.
We've got enough supplies to last us.
We let the heat die down, then make our way home.
I still don't understand why we need the farm.
I can drive us back to London in 40 minutes, probably less.
The moment the alarms go off, there'll be roadblocks all the way.
We'd be back before.
Who'll take care of the farm now Still's been nicked? That'll be me, Mr James.
- You're a solicitor's clerk.
What do you know about burning farms? I've got a contact.
A gentleman I know does a lot of professional cleaning.
And you get a bigger whack of the takings.
Look, we're going to the farm.
It's decided.
Now listen to me.
You're all here cos you bring something.
Because we trust you.
You're responsible for your own arrangements getting home, and whatever you do after, I don't wanna know.
And get yourself a good alibi.
Right, any more questions? Yeah, when are you gonna stop using that blackboard? it's like being back at school.
Security's the name of the game here, boys.
Remember what they said in the war: Be like Dad, keep Mum.
Go off, give your wives and girlfriends a bit of attention.
See you at the farm on the 6th.
And be lucky, eh? Lovely vehicles, these Land Rovers.
Who does this belong to? Dunno, Dad.
We nicked it the night before last on the Strand.
You nicked it? You want to be careful, you can get pinched doing things like that.
He's right, boys, you can.
Charlie.
All right, lads, gather round.
Everyone into overalls.
We're the decorators.
And remember, gloves at all times.
No dabs.
All right? Let's get settled in.
Sorry.
- What's your name? Elvis Presley.
Pleasure's all yours.
I won the Formula Junior at Brands Hatch earlier this year.
Don't drink or smoke, see.
What you doing on this, then? - Need money in the racing game.
It's all about better cars.
Need to get myself into Formula 1.
Show 'em what I can really do.
Here we go, Biggsy.
Youngest major in the British Army.
Nat bad for someone who deserted after two days.
I was hoping for the Air Force.
I fancy myself as the next Douglas Bader, only with more legs.
Biggsy, you gonna stay in front of that mirror all day? Look at him.
Do you really think he knows what he's doing? Where the hell's Gordon? Late.
Like always.
Ah, hello.
I'm Wyatt.
Right.
I own the next farm along.
I rented a field from the previous owner.
- Right.
Are you the new owner? - No, no.
Oh.
- Decorators.
He's having it all done up before he moves in.
Who's the owner, then? Mr Fielding, over in Aylesbury.
When d'you think he'll come up here? He won't be here for a while.
You'd best speak to him.
He'll be in within a fortnight.
Come back then.
All right, then.
Thank you.
Cheerio.
It's fine, relax.
Like that, is it? Double two.
Old Kent Road.
I'll have some of that.
What time is it? Three minutes later than the last time you asked.
Are we doing this tonight or not? If we get the nod.
- And when's that going to be? When we hear.
What if that bloke comes back? - Why would he come back? I dunno.
But he might.
Blokes come back sometimes.
I hate waiting.
- Really? Why've you never mentioned it? The train comes in at three.
Don't give us much time.
Chaps.
Oh, this is nice, ain't it? At ease, gentlemen, at ease.
Where the hell you been? Brian Field's house, Pangbourne.
Waiting for a call from the Ulsterman.
Biggsy? - Is it on? Are we going? No, Bruce, it ain't on.
What? No go for tonight.
He says we'll have to wait till tomorrow.
Did he say why? No.
Now is there any grub left, please? I'm starving.
Evening.
It's on.
Look lively, stand by your beds.
Left Glasgow at 6.
50.
We're on.
it's now.
It's tonight.
Overalls on.
Come on.
Come on.
Get up.
Here.
What about here? - Yeah.
Think we can do it? Definitely.
Come on, then, Alf - Oh, yes.
Your problem is, you eat all your sandwiches before Rugby.
You're hungry again by Euston.
Full load tonight.
- All that bank holiday cash.
I can't read your writing there.
All yours, Dick.
- How's the back, mate? Nothing a rub down from Sophia Loren wouldn’t sort out.
Enjoy yourself.
Let's get this bugger moving, eh, son? You turn the switch amber light comes on.
Then you use the glove.
Get on with it, then.
All right, Roger? My wife's left me.
Well, three days ago.
Said I was spending too much time away.
Oh.
I was doing this for her.
I'm going up the line.
You all right? Yeah.
I'm in position.
Everybody hear me all right? Loud and clear.
- Tracks, roger.
Main signal, roger.
If the walkie-talkies fail, we use the torches.
Understood.
Come on.
Come on.
It's coming.
This is it.
This is it.
Roger.
Repeat.
Over.
This is it.
This is it.
It's coming.
it's on.
It's coming, Roger, stop it.
Oh, come on.
Watch it.
Yellow signal, driver.
What you doing, Dad? - Just a little smoke.
And let everyone know we're here? Oh, yeah.
Sorry.
Have a word, Ron, he thinks he's on his holidays.
Down.
Funny.
- What? Up the line.
- Green light? Why're we on red here, when it's green up there? Someone's asleep on the job.
Go, Weasel.
Nip down and phone the signalman.
- All right.
Bollocks.
- What's he doing? Ten seconds and he knows somethings wrong.
Right.
We're gonna have to improvise.
You all right, mate? Everything all right, pal? Sit on him or something.
Make a noise and you're dead.
All right, mate.
I'm on your side, man.
- Good boy.
Where you from? Crewe.
When this is over, we'll send you some money.
Get it uncoupled.
That's it.
You're all right, you ain't badly hurt.
In you get.
- All right.
Is he all right? - Don't worry about him.
Concentrate on what you're doing.
- Looks a bit nasty.
He's fine.
All right? Um - Come on, come on.
I haven't got Why ain't you starting? - I'm waiting for the brake pressure to build.
I can't get a vacuum.
I need 21 inches of vacuum.
You'll have 21 inches of something in a minute.
The pressure must've gone when we uncoupled the train.
I can't get the pressure up.
I'll check the pipe.
We gotta move.
- It just needs a minute.
Come on.
Get it moving.
- We ain't got time for this.
Alf, come on, you gotta do this now.
- Come on.
Get him out.
- No, I can do it.
Go and get the other driver.
- Ow.
Shut it.
Come on, get in there.
- Get him in.
Get him up.
Come on.
Get in.
Now, look at me.
Look at me.
You move this train forward to where I tell you or you'll get some more.
Now, move the bloody train.
There's air in the system.
I've gotta wait till the vacuum I told you.
- Shut it.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
It's rising again.
That's more like it.
You little beauty.
All right? Well done.
You keep doing that, no one's gonna hurt you, right? We're coming down to the marker.
Slow it down.
- Slow it down.
Slow it down.
Slow it.
All right.
Stop.
Stop the train.
Stop the train.
What took you so long? - We had a few problems.
Listen.
When this is over, we'll get your address and send you a few quid.
No.
All right.
But keep your mouth shut.
There's some right bastards here.
We're running behind.
We've got 15 minutes.
Get down.
Get down on the floor now.
Get on the floor.
Stay where you are and get your eyes down.
None of you move.
Stay down, all of you, down on the floor.
Don't look at me.
- Nobody move.
Stay down.
You're moving.
What did I tell you? We're on, mate.
We're on.
Come on, come on.
These ain't half heavy.
- Always moaning, Blue.
Come on.
Come on.
That's enough.
That's enough.
There's only a few left.
- Leave 'em.
Time's up.
What? - Leave 'em.
Move.
Lie down.
Get down there.
Nobody move for 30 minutes.
We're leaving someone behind.
Anyone moves, it'll be worse for 'em.
Get in, come on.
Get in, hurry up.
Get in.
Keep an eye for homing devices, lads, we don't want any unexpected guests.
John, mate, put your gloves back on.
That goes for everyone.
If you can't find your gloves, put sticking plasters on your fingertips.
It's all wedge, chaps.
It's all bloody wedge.
Bruce, radio.
Reporting in from track side at Bridge 127.
Crossing over.
Echo, Mike, Yankee, 168 Sarge, it's me.
You aren't gonna believe this.
They've only gone and stolen a train.
Serge? Serge? Are you here, Serge? I'm off for a kip.
Wake me when you've finished counting.
It might be a while.
- The longer the better.
Bruce Bruce.
Wake up, mate.
Come on.
How much is it? He wouldn't tell us, till you got down here.
Well, come on, then.
2,631,784.
We done it.
It's all over the radio this morning.
They said only 100,000 was taken.
And they say crime don't pay.
Come on, Dad, let's get you a beer.
It's too much.
Well done, boys.
Bank error in your favour.
Collect two and a half million quid.
Train driver Alf, here's your drink.
Is that's all for me? Well, it's 20 grand.
Here.
This knocks my 15 bob-a-week pension into a cocked hat, doesn't it? I hope you don't think cos I couldn't manage Listen, you enjoy it.
Help him out.
Oops-a-daisy.
I'm gonna get myself a nice little club.
Something simple, classy.
No riff-raff.
Tom, mate, you are the riff-raff.
Get away.
I'm gonna take Pat and the girls round the world, get ourselves a nice little yacht.
What d'you know about sailing? I could pay someone to teach me, can't I? I'm gonna buy me mum a lovely little house.
And for me, a penthouse suite, Mayfair with hot and cold running blondes.
Yeah, Well, I reckon you boys should stick some dough on me becoming world champion.
Now I can afford the best gear, I'll be on level terms with the big boys.
The Weasel comes good.
- Don't call me that.
Shut it.
Weasel.
- Shut up.
Quiet.
Investigating the theft of packages from a Post Office Train in Buckinghamshire believe a set of army vehicles ware used in the commission of the robbery.
An eyewitness sighted the vehicles around 4am this morning, walking on a back road, a few miles from the site of the robbery.
We can't use the trucks.
No.
We've just spent half the morning making a false bottom in the big truck for the loot.
We can't risk it.
How do we get away without transport? Nothing's changed.
We planned to stay here for a week, that's what we're gonna do.
Old Bill's gonna be flooded with calls now.
There's real military vehicles around here, that's why we chose them.
That'll keep 'em busy for a while.
We divvy up the dough, and get rid of any signs it was ever here.
And let's not get twitchy ever; time the news Games on.
All right? They're looking for military.
We're making it look like a brick van.
Police have asked Buckinghamshire residents to remain vigilant, as they spoke of the likelihood of the train thieves hiding out within a 30-mile radius of Bridego Bridge.
A senior police spokesman announced a systematic search of farms and outbuildings will be instigated.
The lads are getting restless.
Nobody leaves until I say.
- This ain't gonna die down in three days.
Maybe a week.
Listen, it's just the eye of the storm right now.
It's not what we expected but we keep our nerve.
They're searching properties.
We can't just sit here on our arses.
There's too many people.
I said there were.
It's too late to worry now.
- You were supposed to have planned for this.
I didn't think we'd nick that much, did I? It was a snatch.
A million tops.
It wasn't supposed to be the crime of the bleeding century.
Fine.
But we don't wait till Sunday.
We're leaving tomorrow.
Bruce, Bruce.
I thought this place was being dealt with.
It is, but if the coppers get here before, they'll be all over it.
Clean.
Hurry up.
Load yourselves up, let's get moving.
Right, chaps.
Don't do nothing stupid.
Don't go flashing your cash about.
And if the police come sniffing, keep it shut.
I know it's not what we planned.
But out on that track it was a thing of beauty.
And don't you forget it.
Proud to know you, fellas.
Enjoy your bread.
Be lucky.
Just get in quickly.
Here's Daddy.
Hello, sweetheart.
What have you done? Send Nick to stay with Rene.
Pack some cases.
What? We're going to stay somewhere else.
I've got a mate in Queensway.
Nothing to worry about.
No, listen, this is our home.
I can't just leave it.
Do as you're told.
Please.
All this fuss should've died down by now.
Why ain't it died down? There was another appeal for witnesses this morning.
If Field did his job, we're all right.
Let's hope so.
Has the dustman been? - Everythings in hand.
Has he been or not? - It's taken care of.
Were you there? Did you see it being done? I sent my best man.
Answer the question, Field.
I can't be sure.
Say that again.
That farm's been sitting empty four days now.
I've been let down.
This feller, Mark, I don't think he did it.
I'll bloody kill you.
Come here.
D'you know what you've done to us? Argh.
- I'll bloody kill you.
The police are gonna come for me first.
I fixed the sale of the farm.
I swear, if I get pulled, I won't say anything.
I'll won't even make a statement.
I'll never drop any of you in it.
Just, please, look after my wife.
Get him away from me.
- Get out of it.
Go, before your wife's a widow.
How thorough were you all, before we left the farm? I might've left a pair of pants.
And shoes.
What? We was in a rush.
I might not've been wearing gloves all the time.
We didn't burn all the mailbags.
That's why we paid Field.
We made a plan.
We had a plan.
Why didn't you stick to the plan? It all got a bit rushed, the plan changed.
We go back to the farmhouse this afternoon.
Burn it down ourselves before it gets found.
What? Hell of a risk.
We ain't got no choice, Buster.
We can't have the place being gone over.
Hanger Lane, four o'clock.
We'll go together from there.
Damn.
A summary of the headlines at three o’clock.
Police this afternoon said they have found the hideout of the thieves who stole over £2 million from the Post Office night train.
Officers are now examining Leatherslade Farm, 30 miles from the bridge where the robbery was.
A police spokesman said they are confident arrests would follow.
We wait till dark, head down the farm, cop for whoever's there and burn the place down.
Did you not hear the news? It won't work, mate.
- Course it Will.
I've come this far, I ain't giving it up now.
There'll be more Old Bill there than Hendon Passing Out ceremony.
What d'you suggest? I'm all out of plans.
Flying Squads taken it over.
Tommy Butler.
Eight-man squad, specially assembled.
- Eight men? What's he need eight men for? It was one job.
For God's sake, I mean, it's only money.
I ain't like we killed anyone, is it? We kicked the Establishment up the arse, mate.
And the Establishment didn't like it.
Separate ways, then.
No contact.
Far apart and far away from now on.
We nearly had it, boys.
For a minute there it was perfect.
Be lucky.
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