The Making of 'The Italian Job' Page #5

Synopsis: The first part of the making of The Italian Job
 
IMDB:
6.7
Year:
2003
70 min
207 Views


and mob operation.

Is that so?

Yeah, which is not

so very different

from when your John F. Kennedy

won a rigged election

with the help of his father.

You're uncomfortable

that I mentioned it.

No, Yevhen, I don't like

making two trips.

You Americans.

You love your heroes.

A holiday for Columbus?

He makes the wrong turn,

and wipes out an entire

indigenous people.

And you know

what he was looking for?

I bet you're going to tell me.

Gold.

Supposedly for Queen lsabella,

but don't think that

the Medicis back in ltaly

didn't want a part

of that action.

And what did ltaly

need gold for?

For the long-distance

slave trade based in Venice.

Venice...

that's where

these bricks...

You were saying something?

Nothing... No...

No, you were really

on a roll there.

Don't stop. I'm interested.

Please, I'm confused,

my English--

You understand fine.

Now what do you know

about my gold?

No, I don't--

Don't you even think

about lying to me.

Okay,

okay, l, I heard a rumor

about a heist in Venice.

with an imprint

of a Balinese dancer on them.

-Who have you told?

-No one.

Who have you told?

No one!

I swear to God!

You swear to God?

You crazy?

I swear to God.

I didn't!

Well, then I guess

I believe you.

Yevhen?

Yevhen?

Let's putt it this time...

Putt, not drive.

Very good.

If you can just get it,

I know you can,

I know you can do it.

Much better.

I'm here to see Skinny Pete.

Yeah, he's over there.

Thanks, man.

-Don't stare.

-Huh?

Don't stare.

He doesn't like

when people stare at him.

Stare at what?

That was good.

That was good.

Try that one, I know

you're going to get that one.

That was great.

-Skinny Pete.

-Yo, Charlie.

What's up, man?

How's it going?

So was I right

about the gold bricks or what?

Oh, I'm not here to talk

about that. We need, uh...

some supplies.

Baby, go relax.

Baby...

Go relax.

Yo.

Yo.

Supplies.

What's wrong?

Huh?

Uh... um, some, uh,

some nitromin,

uh...

some, uh...

some nitromin, primer...

-What's wrong?

-Huh?

Yo.

Uh, nothing.

I'm-I'm cool. I'm-I'm great.

Uh, I just need some,

uh, big can of...

Nitromin, primer,

-detonating cord...

-Right, right.

...two triple-charged chemical

grenades and a launcher.

Right, like I had, uh,

you know, told you... earlier.

All right.

Cost you about five G's.

Done. Call me.

Thanks, man.

I'm sorry about that.

Uh-Uh, all right, man.

-Peace.

-Come on.

Get out.

There.

Vance has something

to tell you.

Go on.

A couple weeks back...

I was working counter

at your cousin's shop.

A guy come in asking

about gold bricks with Balinese

dancer on them.

What did you tell him?

I told him

that I'd seen some bricks.

I'm sorry.

What did this man look like?

He had, uh...

Iong black hair,

big tattoo on his neck.

He must have weighed

at least 400 pounds.

I know that guy.

Baby, go relax.

Do you know who I am?

You're Mashkov.

That's right.

You were asking

about gold bricks

with a Balinese dancer

on them.

Tell me why.

Steve just called to confirm

his 8:
00 reservation

at the Water Grill.

Okay, let's go over it

one more time.

Gas the guards,

doors open 8:
15.

Safe popped by 8:25.

Loaded by 8:
35,

out the door by 8:45.

Straight to Union Station.

Only green lights on your route.

The rest of the city's red.

Cops are stuck in the traffic,

like everyone else.

Train leaves at 1 0:00.

Cars have to be

on the carrier by 9:30.

Timing's got to be dead on.

Let's get ready.

Let's get it.

Wow, that is a nice car.

Sorry, Rob.

Coast is clear, guys.

This is it, guys.

Moment of truth.

What the hell is this?

Sh*t!

Steve's neighbor's

throwing a party.

Are you here

for the, uh, Baker party, sir?

No.

We're not blowing

any gates tonight, guys.

Too many witnesses.

Stella.

I know, I know.

I'm late for my date.

Yeah, and you got to be

charming.

You'll need him

to ask you out again.

Sorry.

Let's get out of the street.

I really can't imagine

you doing that.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you don't really seem

Iike the adventurous type,

you know?

Don't let the cable uniform,

you know, throw you.

I wasn't making assumptions.

I've made some

assumptions about you.

Oh, really?

And?

Well... you're just going

to have to wait and see.

Why wait?

Let's get a check.

Let's go back to my place.

No assumptions...

Not tonight.

It's late.

I should go home.

What, you have

a cable company curfew?

No,

but I've made some

bad calls in the past.

Hey.

We should take this maybe a

little slower, you know?

This lovely dinner,

sparkling conversation--

you still don't trust me?

Oh, I trust everyone.

It's the devil inside them

I don't trust.

It's an interesting saying.

It's charming.

Where'd you pick that up?

Can't remember.

Really?

I knew a guy who said it

exactly like that.

Really?

Yeah. He's the only person

I've ever heard say that.

He said it all the time.

His name was John Bridger.

You're hurting my wrist.

He had a daughter

and she was about your age.

Let go of my wrist.

I knew that there was

something familiar about you.

You're exactly like

your old man, you know that?

I liked him, too,

right from the start.

I liked him right up

until the minute I shot him.

Who are you working with?

She's with us.

Gang's all here.

You know, the only thing

worse than a thief, Bendel?

A coward.

Then you should have seen

the way your daddy

begged for his life.

It's not worth it.

Put a leash on your cat.

Hi, Steve.

Charlie.

Not bad, Charlie.

Really, not bad.

You have no idea

how hard it is for me

not to reach across

this table and kill you

with my bare hands.

You know better than that,

Charlie.

Can't let emotion

into these things.

Tell me it wasn't about emotion

when you shot John

and left us all for dead.

That wasn't about emotion.

It was about a lot of gold,

and I wanted it.

Anything you think you

deserved, you didn't.

Hey, don't talk about right

and wrong with me, man,

'cause I just don't give a sh*t.

Okay?

You got your cards,

I got my cards,

we made our play,

and I came out on top, okay?

Now if you want to start

the game up again,

that's fine with me.

But what, I mean, what

is your play here, really?

I mean, come on, what do you...

what do you think?

Y-you'll try to take out

my guards, right?

I have five of them

that you don't know about.

You'll try to have

Lyle hack the system.

I'll change it again

tomorrow morning.

What, what, what was

y-your final move?

I mean, you were going

to have Bridger's daughter

come in and try

to crack my safe?

I mean, that's...

that's very poetic and all,

but I just don't see it.

I don't think she'll get

anywhere near it.

Same old Steve, huh?

Always thinking defensively.

That's why you're

always number two.

How do you figure that?

You got no imagination.

Couldn't even decide what

to do with all that money.

You had to buy what

everybody else wanted.

Oh... well, try this on

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