The Hatton Garden Job Page #2

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Do you trust him?

As much as they trust me, yeah.

We're gonna need the space to work with

some dust to get the ball wall in.

I got that covered.

We've got a lot to do.

Yeah.

Jesus Christ!

I need a little help here.

I thought you'd retired.

Just listen.

Hatton Gardens.

Something's going down.

Tell me what you know.

Hatton Garden?

I don't...

Think very carefully...

'bout the next words that pop

out of that mouth of yours.

Alright, alright.

Might have heard something.

But it's mental. You wouldn't

believe me if I told you anyway.

Try me.

They got a bunch of

old-timers on the go.

Proper relics...

I'm talking, "The Walking Dead".

Keep going.

I heard they drink at "The Railway".

But it's bollocks!

There's no way a bunch of old-timers

are gonna pull of something like that.

You hear of anything else...

You let me know.

Of course.

Is that it?

You can go now.

This is my car.

I know, I need to make a phone call.

I won't ask you again.

This is why you got no friends, Frank.

So, there's this bloke,

he's out for a stroll.

He's taking a walk down

a great, long pier...

And he notices that down the

end of it, there's this woman...

And she's in a wheelchair.

Well, as he gets a bit

closer he notices

she's quite a good looking bird.

But she's crying her heart out.

So he says to her:

"Oh, come on, darling,

what's the matter with you?"

"Why are you crying?"

She looks at him and she says:

"Men don't look at me".

"I'm 30 years of age, and

I've never been hugged".

Well now, I mean... this is

breaking the bloke's heart, right?

So,he leans in and he gives her

a great, big hug, yeah?

Now, this brings a smile to her face.

But straight away, she's crying again!

So he says to her: "Now, come on..."

"What's the matter with you?

What's with all these tears, huh?"

Well, she looks up again with

these big, sad, beautiful eyes...

And she says:

"It's just that..."

"I've never been

kissed by a man".

Well now, look, I mean, this bloke,

he's just out for a stroll, isn't he?

He's not after any romantic assignation!

But then he thinks about it,

he looks around, I mean...

the pier's empty,

there's no-one around.

So, he leans in and he gives

her a great, big smacker.

Kiss of her lifetime, right?

Now...

This bird should be

floating on air, right?

But no!

She's crying again.

Bingo!

Floods of it.

Now, look, the bloke's getting a bit

frustrated, now, isn't he? I mean...

He's just spent five

minutes of his life

on this which he's not

going to get back

and he still hasn't

managed to cheer her up!

I know the feeling!

So...

he asks her again:

"Now, come on, darling..."

"What's the matter with you?"

"What you crying about?"

There's a pause...

Then, she looks up

to him and she says:

"Well, I've never been f***ed".

So? What? What happened?

What does he do?

Well... beautiful night, huh?

No one around, empty pier...

What do you think he's gonna do, huh?

Yeah...

He pushes her off the

end of the pier,

she drops down into

the drip 50 foot,

he looks over there, she's bobbing up

and down in her wheelchair like a cork,

and he calls out to her: "Well, now you

are completely f***ed, aren't you?"

You are a sick man, Terry.

You've heard only half of it.

I don't get it.

Oh, Jesus!

Right, enough fun and games, time

to get down to some brass tacks...

Alright.

Are you gonna tell us

what this job is or what?

We're taking down the Hatton

Garden safe deposit vault.

The vault?

The one and only.

This is mental.

It's monumental.

It's impossible.

You'll never get past the

alarms and the doors...

let alone, get...

Sorted!

He's got access to the building,

security alarm codes...

Access to the basement?

The vault?

That's all on us.

88 and 90 Hatton Gardens

sits within the the heart of

London's gold and diamond trade.

We're talking about one of the most

secure retail districts in the country.

A place which the lucky elite

use as their playground.

The place that holds the real glow has

no need to show off to the public.

They keep their secrets buried deep.

The only access

downstairs to the vault

is via the security

staircase which is locked

behind a coded

double-steel door.

Lift access to the vault,

is blocked to maximize the

security of the vault.

There are no cameras in

the basement or vault...

in order to protect the identities...

of those who use this facility.

The only way in or out,

is through the main security gate.

The vault door is as thick as it's wide.

This thing will hold back

a nuclear explosion.

Only God knows the treasures

they hold inside.

It's been a pleasure!

I hope you will be back, Mr. Beethems.

Call me John.

And...

The pleasure's all mine.

How much d'you

think is in there?

All in.

Honestly?

It's impossible to know.

I mean, the shady bastards that use the

place, hide it there for a reason.

But... rough estimate...

Anywhere between one and two hundred?

I'm not sure.

There's a lot of risk.

For at best, what?

40K each?

Million, Kenny. Between one

and two hundred million.

Jesus!

The risks don't seem quite

so bad now, do they, Kenny?

We do a tenth of that and we're talking

the biggest blingo blag in history.

You got a way in?

I got a few ideas, yeah.

And you think we're up to it?

I mean, take a look around. We're not

exactly in the prime of our lives.

OAP's Eleven.

We all play our part,

I know we can.

Where do we start?

What do you want me to do about it?

I'm on my way to work!

I wanna know everything

about that place,

What time they open,

what time they close...

Staff rotations in and out.

I want it all, that's

on you, Terry.

Danny, we're gonna need some

tools, nothing traceable...

We're talking second

hand gear all the way.

Check the markets.

It's not a bargain hunt, Danny...

But think of what you pay.

Just make sure everything works.

We don't wanna find ourselves

down there with nothing

but our limp d*cks in our hands.

Limp dick?

Speak for yourself.

Danny, transportation.

You're the white van man outside.

Where's my envelope?

Christ, it's in the post.

F***ing day.

Most of it, you know what I mean?

Saucy little prick!

Did you clock "Big and ugly"?

Yeah.

Plain clothed security.

They're gonna get nosey if we

hang around here much longer.

We'll change the sport then, aye?

Small.

Medium.

Medium.

F***ing hell, Kenny!

Why is your head so big?

Well, it's not because of the

size of his brain, is it?

The iron back gate leads

through a communal corridor.

We can access it from the inside.

Sorry about that, I had to get some...

Bloody hell!

What?

That'll sure kill you!

It's the Dickson, Kenny.

I can't stop eating them!

I'm diabetic, you silly sod!

It's four hours of work

but it's gonna be tight.

Bloody hell.

You know what? You have to start

cutting down your carbs, Brian.

I'm eating bread and

butter these days, anyway.

Tasty.

Bloody hell, Ken!

Keep it down, will you?

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