The Hatton Garden Job

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Now, as pretty as they are...

these little things are more

than just a girl's best friend.

What you see here, is the backbone

of our economic structure.

The tangible assets with which

you can measure one's wealth.

What comes with that wealth,

is a life that you and

I can only dream of.

A life only attainable for

the few and far between.

The lucky elites.

The way I see it,

luck is what happens when

preparation meets opportunity.

If you find this is out of reach,

there's only one thing you can do.

Steal it!

Thieving and deceiving is

not what it used to be.

The targets have changed.

The skills set, different.

If I'm considered old school,

Judas-Jack here,

is the twinkle in crime's eye.

Where our thieving forefathers

robbed the banks...

We robbed the bankers.

They stripped the public of billions...

While themselves live

in a new Gilded Age.

Their time to pay a little back.

Of course, gold on its

own is just shiny metal.

You need to know who can shift it.

Speaking of precious metals...

in this old game...

Subtlety is worth its

weight in this stuff.

Hold it, Jack!

Off of me!

F*** it, son!

This is crazy.

Come with me.

F*** you!

You know how to ruin a boy's

moment, you know that?

You can keep your mouth shut.

The problem with kids...

They can't keep their gob shut.

I'd better get it back.

What are you trying to say?

It's full of thieves, this place, innit?

If you can't do the time,

don't do the crime.

Prison is an occupational hazard.

But if you're clever...

Name?

You can come out with a lot

more than you went in with.

Zoltan here is knee-deep

in the Hungarian mob.

It turns out his boss was looking

for someone to pull a job.

A job bigger than I've

ever heard of before.

I walked in with just

a shirt on me back...

Three years later,

I'm leaving with something that

could be my early retirement.

My measure of wealth.

You should know that

it's not real silver.

Erzebet Zslondos...

Zoltan's Hungarian mob boss.

You're looking at the most

powerful woman in Europe.

Tell me what you know

about Hatton Gardens.

It's the centre of the jewellery

industry, always has been.

Ground Zero for every diamond, emerald,

ruby, pearl... that comes into London.

Well, back in the day...

Hatton Garden was

like target practice

for every Tom, Dick and Harry

with a sewn-up but now...

Forget it.

I know all about beneath the stores.

You mean, the vault?

You realize how much is in there?

You'd...

You mean... undisturbed access,

keys, alarm codes, let alone

the TV surveillance...

If I could get you outside...

What would you say?

That is silver, isn't it?

You know, I thought you started slowing

down in your advancing years, Danny.

Well...

The Old Bill will catch me

if I stop, won't they?

Hello, my son!

So, you're missing D wing?

Oh, lad.

It's more interesting

than I thought, Dan.

Don't tell me, you have a job lined up.

Big one.

I've heard it all before.

Everyone that goes inside always meets

someone that promises the Earth.

99.9 per cent of it is utter bollocks.

Trust me, this is the 0.1.

Am I the bloke who gets taken

down if I bullshit? Come on.

And you thought of

an old git like me.

Top of my list.

Top of the pops, aye?

I'm flattered.

I wouldn't be.

It's a pretty short list.

- You wanna sit, Dan?

- Yeah. - Let's leave then.

-You see me outdoing that geezer?

- Yeah, bloody hell! - Muck!

- Bloody hell.

- Yeah.

Now, the way I see it.

This is an old school gig,

and needs an old school crew.

I know some fellas.

Hmmm.

Real faces from way back when...

Yeah?

But they're...

You spit it out?

There's old school...

and then, there's just... old.

Give me a couple of days.

I know just the guy to get this done.

How long you've known this fella?

He's a chap.

Why us?

He's sick of working with cartoon

characters that don't know the code.

The world's changed, Brian.

Not a lot left can do what we do.

Most of them are in here.

If what he says is right,

and we pull this off,

it will be the biggest

Tom in history.

Tom. Tom Foolery, Jewellery.

For those wondering.

These old timers loved

their word games.

I have to get up five times

a night to take a piss,

you need your brains tested if you

think I can handle this type of blag.

I'm sorry, Danny Boy,

no hard feelings, aye?

If you change your mind...

Come on, Rocky.

The problem with Adam Daniel there,

charming the water,

sooner or later,

you're gonna attract a few sharks.

Frank Baskin took earlier

retirement from the Old Bill

a year after sending me down.

Marcus Ford.

There ain't much that happens in

London without him knowing about it.

Word is the Hungarians are gonna

take down the Hatton Garden vault.

I can put a stop to that.

What? And start a war

with the Hungarians?

Let them keep their

shiny, little stones.

So, what can I do for you?

Lot of memories in here, mate.

Good and bad.

Just like that vault.

I want those memories back.

[YEAH, I DID]

[I TOOK A SCREEN-SHOT OF

HIS PASSWORDS, THE LOT]

[THERE WAS EVEN VIDEOS

OF HIS GIRLFRIEND]

[HOW MUCH DID HE COUGH?]

What are you looking at, old man?

A couple of cartoon characters.

Old prick!

Who does he think he is?

So, who's running this?

And who's running you?

It don't matter.

It matters to me.

How do I know he's on the level?

You can trust him.

I'm not asking you.

I'm asking him.

He's a complete stranger to me.

I wanna know I'm not walking into a

stretch I won't be able to get out of.

Look...

He's setting this up, aye?

And they're getting me in, OK?

What else do you wanna know?

And the only walking I plan on doing

is off into the sunset,

preferably on nice, white sand.

Yeah.

Well...

I'm no cowboy,

and I don't want any Wild West shows.

We do this my way.

Fine

They'll raise bloody hell

once we've done it.

They can raise the Titanic for all I

care as long as we walk free and clear.

How many?

Keep it small.

Just the three of us.

And a driver... a bit of muscle.

Anyone in mind?

I know just the fella.

Kenny Collins.

Someone who can be our eyes

and ears on the outside.

Read the sign!

That's a disabled space.

Read that and weep, son.

Daft kid's got chronic emphysema

and he still does 40 a day.

But it's a driver.

He'll do us proud.

Muscle?

Terry Perkins. Yeah.

Pulled off the biggest cash

blag in British history.

Spent most of the 90's on the run.

He said on the run. He was

living back in his mum's house.

Police would've found him

if they'd bothered to check.

In the end, he couldn't do with her

nagging, so he handed himself in,

went back to the shovel.

Regardless...

he's served out his time.

I happen to know he's itchy

to get back in the game.

Make this the last

time, now, right, Ter?

He has the skills and

he has the experience.

He's exactly what we need.

My lighter.

Cheeky bastard.

Alright.

I'll get us a cab.

No, I'm walking home.

Healthy heart, healthy mind.

Whoever's bankrolling this job.

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