The Making of 'The Italian Job' Page #7
- Year:
- 2003
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Your attention please.
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I can't do this, Charlie.
Stella...
I can't do it--
I need a drill,
a borescope, something.
-I need to...
-You don't need any of that.
Come on, Charlie.
Hey, you can do this.
Slide.
Come on, come on.
Hey.
Don't you want to see
what's inside?
Absolutely.
Napster.
Yeah?
That's, uh, 208 bricks.
How much?
Oh. Uh, 208 times...
What?
No, it's 27.
That's 27 million.
That's $27 million
worth of gold.
Yeah!
Got the... holy spirit.
You should get on it.
It's a good train.
What did you think, John?
Say it again.
-27 million.
-Say it again.
-Say it again!
-27 million.
Say it again!
Two motorcycles on us, Charlie.
I've got three Minis
in the storm drain
heading east towards
the L.A. River.
Stop them before they get
to the street.
Sh*t!
Whoa!
Here we go.
Whoo!
Whoa! Whoa!
Open your door.
Come on, guys, we're moving.
There, there, there, there,
there, there.
Hey, come on, come on, look out.
Come on!
Where you going?
Where you going?
I'm going to take Steve.
You guys go straight
to Union Station.
I'll meet you there.
Stay on him.
Stay on him!
Okay, Charlie, I'm opening up
a spot on lower Grand.
I know it's you, Charlie.
Take your next left.
Nice move, Steve.
Get out!
-Get out!
-Okay.
I said get out!
They got a bunch of cars
in there, right?
Mini Coopers?
Look, look, man...
-I don't know anything...
I'll give you five grand
you put me inside that car.
Buy your girlfriend
something nice.
Come on.
Half now, half when
you help me unload.
I've got to hand it
to you, Steve.
pretty smart.
Decoy trucks...
you switched safes.
The helicopter routine,
I mean, that was
pretty damn good.
But now I've got the gold--
and you, you've got nothing.
I got this.
So cut the crap,
and give me my goddamn gold!
Who the hell are you?
I am Mashkov...
and you killed my cousin Yevhen.
Got to have some insurance,
Steve.
Yevhen was already dead
when I got there.
a lot of unsavory people.
Now, this guy's
trying to play you.
You are right...
no imagination.
There's a lot of gold in there.
We're the only ones with guns.
I'll make you a good deal.
I've already made my deal.
What do you want?
You know this was
never about the gold.
Whatever helps you
sleep at night, sweetheart.
B*tch!
Charlie! Come on, Charlie!
Okay.
Wait a minute
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. I'll double
whatever he's giving you.
Just don't shoot me.
Don't worry, I'm not
going to shoot you.
No, I'm going to take you
to my workplace.
very interested
in some of the machinery I use.
No, come on.
Guys.
I want to make a toast.
To John Bridger,
the most brilliant
master planner of all.
Father and friend.
To my dad.
Stella was right.
It wasn't about the money.
Of course that
didn't stop the guys
from having a little bit of fun.
Money!
Handsome Rob
got his Aston Martin.
Get a good job with good pay...
He took it
for a ride to break it in.
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands
and make a stash
He got off with a warning.
New car, caviar,
four star daydream
Left Ear got his dream house
in the south of Spain
with a room just for his shoes.
Buenos dias.
Buenos dias.
Money, get back
Lyle finally made the cover
of Wired Magazine.
I'm all right, Jack, keep
your hands off of my stack
Are you really the Napster?
Money!
Yes, I am.
And he got that
kick-ass stereo he wanted.
Uh, would you listen
to something for me?
With speakers so loud
they'd blow
a woman's clothes off.
I'm in the high-fidelity...
If you would.
And I think I need a Lear jet
And me?
I took John Bridger's advice.
I found somebody I want to spend
the rest of my life with
and I'm gonna hold on
to her forever.
Money!
It's a crime
Share it fairly, but don't
take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a raise
it's no surprise
They're giving none away
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