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Good evening, Mr Cyrus.

You know the rules, Harry.

No contact after a job.

What if the job ain't finished?
It's finished.

All we've gotta do
is push that cabinet over...

No!

I couldn't change his mind.

We can do this without him.
You serious?

I am.

I've had a good look around.

There was a security light on
round the back.

'No further action required.'

That shouldn't be open.

It's a good bit of kit. You can
shift up to ten tonnes with that.

Anything bigger?

No, you're not gonna get any bigger.
Not over the counter.

We've done it
Get through

There's always a way in.

METALLIC TAPPING

Terry.

Terry?
You're all right. What's the matter?

He's going into a coma.

Can you see me?
Yeah.

You all right, Terry?
Yeah, I look terrible.

But I feel fantastic.

Can't have it in the house.
What?

I can't take bins in there.
When do your dustmen come?

This is stupid, leaving them here.

Anyone could move them.
Who'd want to steal your rubbish?

Pretty soon now,
he's gonna find out what we done.

I'd like to see his face
when he does.

DOORBELL RINGS

HE SIGHS

HE EXHALES

DOORBELL RINGS

BANGING ON THE DOOR
Piss off

HE SIGHS

BANGING ON DOOR CONTINUES
Oh...

Aw

Oh...

Jesus...

BANGING ON THE DOOR

BANGING CONTINUES

DOORBELL RINGS
Shut up...

Cor...

DOORBELL RINGS

Cor...

DOORBELL RINGS

Fucking all right, all right.

Oh...

What's up?

Every bastard bit of my body aches.

I ain't cut out for this no more.

We can't do it today.
What?

I thought she was going out, but
she's changed her mind. I'm sorry.

What, what, what, what?

What's up?

He says we can't do the divvy-up
tonight.

She's going out early tomorrow to
Bluewater. We can do it tomorrow.

You're taking the piss, Kenny.

This was all supposed to be
happening Friday morning.

I had it all lined up.
You can't expect me to... Shh

OK, what time tomorrow?
Is that it, it's OK?

What do you want me to do, Danny,
shoot him?

It is what it is.

Take the emotion out.

What time?
Nine.

See you back here at nine.

I'm going to be watching them bins
all night, mate.

You try and get one hand in there...

I'll cut it off.

Got me?
I'm not making it up.

I can't take it all in there
while she's in the house,

or she'll tumble everything.

You want that?
I want you to do...

..what you're being paid to do.

Stop doing that, Dan, will you?
You'll draw attention to it.

I could have stayed in bed.

We've only got until Tuesday morning
when they open up that vault again.

He'll be having a skim off the top,
he will, Kenny.

We should have sorted this all out
yesterday.

And bollocks to him.

And bollocks to his poxy missus.

I might get back down there later.

Keep an eye on them bins.

What do you mean?
Make a den.

An observation point.

The sort of thing we used to do
in the Army.

You mad bastard.

You've got to treat everyone
as the enemy, Tel.

I'm going to go in there
and I'm going to stab him...

if he don't come out soon.

Oh, here we go.

Here he comes.
Oh, fucking finally.

DOG BARKS

Will you shut that bloody thing up,
Kenny?

He's excited having so many people
around.

Come on...

Come on, then, come on.

That's it.

Whoa, whoa

Mind the laminate, lads.
No need to bang the wheels on it.

Curtains.

It'd better all be there.
I never touched them.

Right, grab whatever takes your eye.

If two of you want the same thing,
toss a coin.

A low-value bag is here with Kenny
for all the crap.

Right, everyone's toot goes in that.

Now, we try and make each pile
roughly the same value.

Get on with it, all right,
because we've only got today.

Thanks to Kenny.

I will sort a deal out
with someone to sell on the Tom.

All right?

And we'll all use that same person.

Oh...

The fewer that know about this,
the better.

Obviously,
that's what Brian was going to do.

But, as you might've noticed,
he ain't here.

DANNY CHUCKLES

All right?

Let's get our snouts in the trough.

Toot.

Toot.

Toot.

That's toot.

Hold on... What's that?

Necklace.
Let's have a look.

I fancy that myself.

All right, toss for it, then.

Heads.

Tails.

HE CHUCKLES
Have it.

It don't bother me.

So, why was you stuffing it
in your bag on the sly, then?

Yeah, all right, come on, leave it
out. There's plenty for everyone.

I'm watching you, Kenny.

Toot.

Yeah, er...

I fancy some of that.

I'll toss you for that.

Tails.

Heads.

Well, let me see it.

Yeah, you'd better sit it out
for a bit.

They're worth at least
a couple of hundred.

180 grand a bar.
Well, you'd better let us catch up.

Toot.

Have a check on the dog for me.
Bollocks!

What's that?
Swedish money.

Yeah, well, I fancy some of that.
You've grabbed all the cash so far.

Tails.

Right, ta.

Right, so,
why only money and bullion?

Are you taking any of the Tom?

I might, if I knew
who was going to be handling it.

When it was Brian, it was easy.
It's what he does.

He has all the connections.

INSULIN READER BEEPS

How is it?

A bit low.

Get us a biscuit, will you, mate?

Yeah.

What are we going to do about Brian?

What about him?
His share.

What share?
What?

Basil thinks Brian
should have a share.

No way.

No fucking way, his arsehole went.

And Carl's arsehole went.

And they left it to us.
So, you know what?

They don't get nothing.
It was his job, Dan.

I agree about Carl. But Brian
planned every detail of this.

We wouldn't be sitting here
if it wasn't for him.

Cutting him out completely
would be a mistake.

Over my dead body, mate.

And mistakes come back to bite you
far worse than you can imagine.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

That doesn't surprise me.
You what?

Ah, come on... I'll deal with Brian.

And it'll be fair.

Right, come on,
let's get back to work.

All right.

Toot.

I want them.
Call.

Heads.

Heads.
HE CHUCKLES

I'll bet Brian
would have loved them.

Boys...

The old lady will be home
in about an hour.

And I've got to walk the dog, so...
we should start clearing up.

Well, what are we going to do
with the rest?

We still haven't even started
on the bags.

Well, we can't come back tomorrow.
This is you, Kenny, fucking about

I said, I'm sorry.

Right,
we've each got a decent stash.

That'll keep us going for now.

Now, Kenny, you're going to
have to look after these bags

and we'll have another divvy-up
later.

When?
Six months.

Six months?
With them bags in the house?

Yes.

Right, in the meantime,
we keep a lid on our spending

and we don't contact each other,
all right?

Now, I made a mistake all those
years ago on the Security Express,

and I ain't going to make it again.

Are we agreed?

Yeah.
Agreed.

Right, I've had enough of sitting
on the floor all day like Buddha.

All right...

All right.

OK.

Look at him.

Why won't he put his hand
in his pocket and buy a motor?

They tell me he can't drive.

Cor...

Never even had a licence.

So, are we not allowed
to see each other again?

No.
But we're mates.

We've all just agreed
not to see each other.

What about an emergency?

For fuck's sake, leave it out.

Gary.

Hello, Ray.
Did you have a good weekend?

Not really, I had to work.

And the back gate was open.

You what?
Yeah.

I came in on Saturday
and it was open.

That's funny.

It's supposed to be locked
at all times.

I was, er...

I was called out on Thursday night,
but it was a false alarm.

But how can that gate be left open
and nobody know about it?

There you go.

Now, surely,
that should be locked too?

Yeah, that's, er...

That's not right.

The lights are on.

It's a good job
my mother's not here.

She's very security-conscious.

Do you think
we should call the police, Gary?

Just, er... Just stay there, Ray.

Jesus.

Come on, move over.

Can you let us know
what's going on here?

Why are we being denied access
to our safety deposit boxes?

There's been an incident.
That's all I can tell you.

What kind of incident?

DOOR CLOSES

Is it bad?

It must be something bad, yes?

I don't want to speculate.

Is that right, Mr Stevenson,

that you were called out
over the weekend?

Er, yeah, I got a call from
the alarm company Thursday night.

Well, the early hours of Friday.

Er, when I got here, everything
looked in order and, er...

I was told the police had decided
no further action was necessary.

That's what you were told?

Yeah.

Sorry, did you not know that?

You said you saw a security light on
at the back.

Yeah, well,
that could have been anything.

That could have been a cat,

it could have been a moth
passing in front of the sensor.

So, why didn't you go inside?

Listen, the front door was secure.

The back gate was secure.

As far as I was concerned,
it was a false alarm.

The scene in the basement
is chaotic.

The vault is covered with dust
and debris.

And there are
discarded safety deposit boxes

and abandoned power tools
on the floor.

This is clearly
a sophisticated offence

which involved
a high degree of planning.

'The gang deliberately targeted
the long bank holiday weekend

'to give them time
to cover their tracks

'before the raid was discovered.

'They gained access to the vault
by drilling through a wall and,

'whilst it's difficult to speculate
on the size of the haul,

'we should be under no illusion

'that it may well run
into many, many millions.'

TELEVISION: 'This is the beginning
of the bank holiday weekend.

'The shops here
are all shut and closed

'and an intruder alarm
was activated.

'It went through
a security monitoring site

'and they then called
the police control room, which...'

BANGING ON WINDOW
It's only me.

Oh, fuck...

What are you doing? Come inside.

Have you seen the newspapers?

You're not supposed to be here

It's all right, my phone's off.

I came the back way.

For fuck's sake

From today, we're not supposed to be
seeing each other.

You haven't lasted till lunchtime

It's only today.

I brought them all.

Here...

If my box is one of the ones
that has been broken into...

..the consequences will be
catastrophic.

Here, listen to this, right.

"Undoubtedly, the work of a ruthless
gang of Romanian thieves

"who have carried out a number of
similar raids in recent years."

Yeah, I know, I read that.
Here you are, look.

"Any jewellery taken in the raid
will already be out of the country.

"It will never be recovered."

Lovely!

Here we go.

This is you they're describing, Tel.

"Each member of the gang

"would have been
at the peak of physical fitness."

THEY BOTH LAUGH

Oh, dear...

What I can't work out is,

they say the estimated haul
is 60 million.

Did that look like 60 mil to you?
I don't know.

It's probably just bollocks
what the papers have made up.

Oh, you get a few big diamonds
amongst everything,

it pushes the value up.

Maybe it's in them three bags.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, here we go.
I've been waiting for this.

Who is it?

The master.

It's his son's mobile.

The smart aleck
thinks he can't be traced.

Sorry, mate. Can't speak now.

I'm too busy counting all my dough.

'The person you have called
is unavailable.

'Please leave a message after...'

TELEVISION: 'But, for example,
if they've lost their entire stock

'and what they were working on,

'basically,
they've lost all that work

'and they'll have to start again.'

'And how many are likely to be
insured?

'Because we've spoken
to some people today

'and it seems the contents of
their boxes were not insured.'

'Probably, for businesses,
they will be insured.

'One of the conditions that their
insurance companies will require

'is that they store their goods
in a...'

Was there any news?

They're still not really telling us
anything.

But we've no reason to expect
the worst.

Not all the boxes were opened,
it's all a matter of chance.

You must remain optimistic.

COINS DROP INTO THE PAYPHONE

HE PRESSES THE BUTTONS

LINE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Who's that?

BRADLEY WALSH ON TV: 'Thank you
very much. Next question.

'What creature is a sea anemone?

'A, a jellyfish? B, a lobster?
Or C, a seahorse?

'The correct answer is...

'Well played.
A step closer to home.'

'You have one new message.'

BRIAN SIGHS

HE HANGS UP

This is CCTV obtained from outside
a jeweller's on Greville Street.

The first clip is 9:22
on Thursday night.

There's two wheelie bins
being taken out.

Four men get out of the van.

There's a driver.

A sixth man, who must've unlocked
the gate from the inside.

Less than a minute,
then the van drives away.

The next clip is 7:51
on Friday morning.

The van returns.

Where are the bins?
Exactly.

They don't have them with them.

They came back.

And now...

..we're at 10:08 on Saturday night.

Saturday? Not Friday?
I'll come to that in a minute.

This time, there's only two of them
get out of the van.

Again, there's the driver.

The street gate's opened
from the inside.

But they're two men down
from the Thursday.

The van drives off.

I'd love to trace that,
but it's probably crushed already.

5:12am on Sunday.

The van comes back.

Now we see the wheelie bins.

We do have footage of them

from a walkway
that was covered by a CCTV camera.

We can only guess the gang thought

that it was part of
the building's internal system.

But it isn't.

And we think we've worked out
why they came back a second time.

It's a replacement pump.

The first one must've broke,
so they had to go and buy a new one.

You can see it's brand-new,
still in the box.

Couldn't buy it on the Friday
because it was Good Friday.

So they must have bought it
on the Saturday.

It explains
why they skipped a night.

And...

there's something else
the footage shows.

They're old.

They're a load of old boys.

HE STARTS TO TYPE

MAN ON VIDEO CLIP:
'Dressed as a workman,

'this is said to be
one of the thieves

'who stole up to �200 million
of jewellery

'from London's diamond district.'

'So, what do we know now
about the Hatton Garden heist?'

We've had it rammed down our throats
till we're sick of it,

how he's planned every detail.

Well, how about there's a camera
in front of your eyes?

It says here an alert was sent
by the alarm system,

but the police never attended.

That's why that security guard
turned up that night.

Another fuck-up!

Look, the camera's so close here,
you can read what's on your top.

Look.
You can't tell it's me, can you?

What are we going to do?

You've got to stop coming fucking
round here, mate.

I mean it

HE PUFFS AND PANTS

Oh...

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR,
DOG BARKS

BARKING CONTINUES

Shush, now. Quiet, Debsie.

All right, Ken?

I told you to park it
round the back.

What?

I said, park it round the back

so we don't have to take the bags
out the front

with all the neighbours looking.

Is this it?

Yeah.

And don't be talking to anyone about
this. Keep your mouth shut.

Of course. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Where are you going to put it?

I've got somewhere safe,
don't worry.

I just want it out of here.
I don't need the aggro, Bill.

You've seen it all over the papers,
the Flying Squad involved.

Jesus

Get it round the back. Come on

HE GRUNTS AND STRAINS

Good news, John?
Thank God.

That's really good.
Next, please.

Take a seat.

Hi.

Name, please.

Cyrus. Mr G Cyrus.

First name is Gooran.

Box number 169?

Yeah, that's... That's correct.

I'm sorry to tell you, Mr Cyrus,

but yours was one of the boxes
that was broken into.

Was, er...

..everything taken from the box?

Yes, it was.

I'm sorry.

DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE

FRONT DOOR OPENS

Hello, Dad

Er, just a minute!

Er, go in the kitchen, love,
will you?

HE SIGHS

Are you out of your mind?

Ah, f...

Do you want to go back inside?

Years and years of your life...

you've already lost,
you can't get them back.

It's my last job.

They'll come after you.

I just wanted to be able to
put something away

for you and your sisters, you know?

Jesus...

That's Swedish money.

Take what you want.

I don't want nothing.

HE SIGHS

I knew, when you didn't even answer
your phone.

I've had this knot in my tummy
for days.

Well, we were very careful.

You know, we turned our mobiles off
and everything like that.

Was he there with you?

As it happens, no.

I swear.

Look, I'll...

I'll put the kettle on, all right?

Oh...

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY

You went back in.

I was greedy.

I'm sorry.

But we shouldn't have done it,
you're right about that.

What has Terry said about me?

I pushed for you to get a share.

He didn't commit himself.

But Danny's dead set against you.

What does he know about anything,
the fucking knucklehead?

And we didn't finish
with the divvy-up.

There's still a lot of stuff
left over

that Kenny's going to look after.

We're going to sit on it
until it all quietens down.

Terry's going to struggle
getting rid of the jewellery.

He doesn't know what to do
without you, that's clear to see.

All the planning,
all the work we did...

..completely pissed away.

You're looking at this
the wrong way, Brian.

You're much better off without it.

I wish I had listened to you.

Now I'm chained to them.

What are you going to do now?

I'm away. I'm out of here.

You keep away from them, Brian.

Remember what you said on the roof.

Yeah, I remember him.
He paid in cash.

How old would you say he was?

60s.

I remember he paid with cash
because it's so rare nowadays.

There he is.

We do sometimes have a problem
with the sun shining into the camera

at certain times of the day.

Do you have another camera
in the store?

Not out front, no.

Sorry.

The white van has, predictably,
proved elusive.

It's almost certainly now crushed
or reregistered.

Whatever, but it's gone.

But we have another vehicle
to focus on.

An '11-plate white Mercedes.

On the Saturday, April 4th,
the day after Good Friday,

a guy walks into this shop

and buys an identical model of jack

to the one we found abandoned
at the vaults.

Now, unfortunately, this is
the best image we have of him.

But after he leaves the shop,
he jumps into that Mercedes

and is driven off.

It's registered to
a false name and address in Wales,

but with ANPR traffic cameras,
we can track its movements.

We've gone back through the logs
as far as six months

and we can see that,
right up until the raid,

that car is coming into
and out of Hatton Garden

along exactly the same route
as the white van.

Every journey seems to end
in an area of Islington

east and south of Regent's Canal.

So, we must assume
the owner lives somewhere there.

The plan is to flood that area
with surveillance on the ground.

Find that Merc,
and we find the owner.

I won't be long, mate.

Dad's just having his coffee.
DOG WHINES

All right, Rita?
The usual, please, love.

Thanks, Rita.
Thanks, Kenny.

Sit down, Kenny.

I was going to come and see you.

I looked after you.

I got you on this job
when no-one wanted you.

Brian, I would never have gone back

if I'd known
you wasn't going to be in it.

Everyone else said
you were a wanker.

And you are.

But I stood by you.

Honestly, Brian, I never knew
you weren't going to be there.

They never said a word till we was
actually on the plot

and then they told me.

I said, "What, no Brian?"
Stop talking, please. Shh

No more.

All I want, Kenny,

and I want you
to pass this message on...

..is what's rightfully mine.

Come on.

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