The Italian Job Page #3

You can trust him.

Second, the getaway. This will

be done in three Mini Coopers.

And they will be driven

by Chris, Tony and Dominic.

Hello, chaps.

Alright! These chinless wonders

will get you out of Turin

faster than anyone else

on four wheels. Remember that.

When we get to the Alps,

we will transfer to a coach.

The coach will be driven

by William here,

better known as Big William,

for very obvious reasons.

Now, we come to the Professor here,

who is in charge of all matters

relating to the Turin computer.

I don't want anyone putting him

down because he's a man of reading.

I know he's got some...

very funny habits,

but make him feel at home.

He's very important to the operation.

Finally, and very quickly,

I would like to introduce

all the lads

who are going to do the job with me.

Arthur, Frank, Rozzer, Coco,

Yellow, Camp Freddie you all know.

Roger, Dave and Lorna will be

in reserve with three fast cars

in case anything goes wrong.

Right? Now, it's a very difficult job

and the only way to get through it

is, we all work together as a team.

And that means

you do everything I say.

Here's Charlie.

Putting the jib on.

Don't just stand there.

Get on with something.

- I'm seeing he does it right.

- Get on with it.

- Rozzer?

Trouble with his differential.

- Tell him to hurry up.

- Hurry up.

Dippers for the Continent.

Other way round.

Are they quartz-iodide?

- That's right, guvnor.

- Alright.

We couldn't afford gold,

so we're using lead.

- Will it take the weight?

- Eh?

Take the weight.

Will it take the weight?

Mind your face, Charles.

- Alright?

- OK, but I don't like the colour.

It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!

Carry on.

- He really needs all this equipment?

- He says he does.

No. You're meant to use your brakes,

Chris.

Terribly sorry, Charles.

- How many cars have we got left?

- A couple.

OK, next one.

Let's hope he gets it right.

What do you mean they're written off?

A series of accidents, Mr Bridger.

I promise there'll be no more.

Five, four, three,

two, one.

Go.

You're only supposed

to blow the bloody doors off!

How's your new house, Fred?

Very nice, Mr Bridger, thank you.

Very nice.

My pleasure.

Beckerman's done his homework

very well.

The getaway is possible,

but not easy.

For a start, the attack

has to be made in this square.

And it must be completed

inside of three minutes.

Apart from knocking over

a few old dears, we'll manage it.

You all understand

what you've got to do?

OK? Now, Bill.

Er... Oh, yeah. The transporters

will move in here and here.

- They'll block off the main drag.

- Right. Roger.

Erm... Arthur and Lorna

park the three fast cars here

in case we have

to make a quick getaway.

Correct. It's 12:10. The bullion van

will be entering the piazza

and will be forced slowly

towards the centre.

It's the old over-and-under routine.

First we go over the traffic,

through the museums.

And then under again.

And up into this church.

The difficulty is here.

If the police can get a car

onto that bridge

before we've got across it,

we're done for.

But it's a gamble we've got to take.

Now, the bullion wagon is here.

Right? Dominic.

We get into the Minis

behind the piazza.

Right. Arthur.

We drive the Land Rover

into the square.

Piazza, Arthur, piazza.

- Sorry, Charlie. Piazza.

- The Land Rover is in the piazza.

And we come in right behind target.

That's it. Wallop.

But since the bridge

will be blocked by traffic

the only possible way out

is across the weir,

which runs along

by the side of the bridge.

I've only one comment about that,

Mr Bridger.

Good luck.

Keats, I think we'd better arrange...

a funeral.

- All ready to go, Croker?

- Yes, Mr Bridger.

The plans have been worked out

to the last detail?

- Yes, Mr Bridger.

- Everything taken care of?

- Yes, Mr Bridger.

- You've overlooked one thing.

The Mafia.

They'll be waiting for you.

In every shot of Camp Freddie's film

there's a Mafia man.

If they were on to Beckerman

they're on to us.

You're not thinking

of calling it off?

As long as you know

what you're taking on.

- Yes. The Mafia.

- Yes. The Mafia.

You are about to take a half a ton

of gold, in broad daylight,

from under their noses.

They won't like that.

- That's why they killed Beckerman.

- A question of prestige, is it?

Yes, it's a question of prestige.

If you go through with this,

you've got to win.

If you muck it up,

don't ever think of coming back,

except in your coffin.

Who's that lot?

- The drivers.

- That lot smashed up my cars.

Practice makes perfect, Mr Bridger.

You pick 'em, don't you?

Mr Bridger will now say a few words.

- What?

- Your speech, sir.

We have come here to pay our respects

to Great Aunt Nellie.

She brought us up properly

and taught us loyalty.

I want you to remember that

during these next few days.

I also want you to remember that if

you don't come back with the goods,

Nellie here will turn in her grave.

And, likely as not, jump right

out of it and kick your teeth in.

Dave, take the valley road to Turin,

OK? Go.

You three take the Minis along

the B road and keep the speed down.

Right, go on, away you go.

Freddie, stay with the bus.

Big William, take the bus

along the main road. Go! Go!

You lot, stay with me.

We'll go round the mountain route.

Where's Peach?

Hey! What do you think this is?

A Sunday school outing?

Pity people aren't as lovely

as flowers.

Take your flowers and get in the car.

Hurry up.

Mr Croker?

That's right.

Six weeks ago, a friend of yours met

with an accident on this very road.

- So?

- Do you mind if I show you how?

No.

You just lost him

his insurance bonus.

It cost Beckerman his life.

Listen, the gold arrives tomorrow.

And you think you can pick it up

like a bunch of groceries

in the supermarket, hmm?

Just how are you going to do it?

Oh, excuse me.

Does Mr Bridger think he can

take over Europe from a prison cell?

Your car?

Yeah.

Pretty car.

Paid for?

Very funny.

You'll be making a grave error

if you kill us.

There are a quarter of a million

Italians in Britain.

And they'll be made to suffer.

Every restaurant, cafe, ice-cream

parlour, gambling den and nightclub

in London, Liverpool and Glasgow,

will be smashed.

Mr Bridger will drive them

into the sea.

Well, gentlemen,

it's a long walk back to England.

And it's that way. Good morning.

May I salute our American cousin

Signor Francesco Cosca

and his lovely wife?

And may I raise my glass to Signor

Altabani and his most beautiful wife,

to thank him for his hospitality?

And to congratulate him on the way he

handled the English mob this morning.

I would not be too sure

about the English, cousin.

They wouldn't dare!

They are not so stupid as they look.

Candles! Quickly!

Gentlemen, we must assume

they are here.

- Got your passport?

- I think so.

You need your passport

directly after the tickets.

As you walk to the plane

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