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Come on!

Go!

Go, Weasel, go! Don't call me Weasel!

That don't look like 400,000.

That's cos it bloody ain't.

62 grand.

That's it? It ain't enough. No. It ain't enough.

You said there'd be 400 grand! I know! Check it again, Bruce.

I've counted it twice.

What d'you think, I've got some up my bloody sleeves?

All right, all right. How much we getting?

Minus costs, minus drinks for the chaps who helped us,

minus 22 grand for the next job's setup...

equal shares, about four grand each.

Four grand! All that risk, all that planning, for four poxy grand?

Ain't a lot, is it?

This was supposed to be the big one. Look at it.

How long's that going to last us? We'll do better next time.

What've we got now, huh?

All those stupid bloody expenses - I mean, the costumes,

the wheels, the stupid bloody moustaches.

It went to plan. Four grand each, Bruce!

It was your tip-off, Charlie. Yeah. Well, someone's grassed then.

Stop looking for shadows.

We did our job, we were just unlucky.

Every time.

No, mate. Not every time.

I won't let it.

Right you lot, look classy! Three, two, one...!

I'm hungry for the next job, Chas.

You're always bloody hungry.

We need to lie low for a bit, let things cool off.

We were so close. Next job, we go bigger.

Not if it's going to alert the Old Bill, right?

What d'you want to be, mate? A low-level thief all your life?

I'm a reputable greengrocer.

You gotta dream, Chas. Dream big.

My dad always said, whatever you do, make sure you're the best.

Next one, we make our mark.

You don't half think a lot of yourself, Bruce.

Look around this place. Most people here, they were born to this.

Money on tap, place in the Establishment.

We're as good as anyone here.

Better. We grafted our way here tonight, Chas.

Don't get a taste for it.

This airport cash... it ain't going to last long.

What about that airport raid, then?

Yeah, think I read about that. Good luck to 'em, I suppose.

Mind. They barely got away with loose change...

Must've been sick when they opened up the box. Imagine their faces.

Well, 60,000, though. For 20 minutes' work.

Whoever planned it didn't get it quite right, though, did he?

Beyond his capabilities, I'd say. Couple of schoolboy mistakes.

Is that right?

So now... we'll be on him like a shadow.

"We"?

Rude of me. Frank Williams, Detective Inspector, Five Squad.

You having a good night?

Celebration. Good week in the antiques game. Treating my wife.

Good man, family's important.

Seen too many family men end up in Wandsworth or Parkhurst.

Even put some of them there myself.

You were in Wandsworth, weren't you, Reynolds?

Mistaken identity. Twice.

Enjoy your night. But don't get carried away, eh?

Give my regards to your boss at the Flying Squad. Mr Butler, isn't it?

Tommy Butler doesn't even know who you are, son.

Not yet.

You're not Raffles, lad. You never will be.

Stay in your box.

They make me laugh, your mates. They are funny.

That's one word for 'em.

I never felt like I belonged anywhere till I met them.

Tried the church, the army...

When I met them, it was like finding a family.

We're your family. Right here.

Brothers in arms, then. That's what they are.

Must have been expensive tonight. For you and your brothers.

Don't you worry about that.

You'd tell me if we ever got in trouble, wouldn't you?

We're not in trouble.

You would though, wouldn't you? You're a dad, now.

Nick's going to need you around.

I want to make him proud of his old man.

Don't do anything daft. You tell your mates and all.

They'll do what I say.

Chaps... Brian Field, Charlie Wilson. Pleasure.

Brian's a solicitor's clerk. His firm's been very helpful to me.

It's good to meet you. Likewise. And this here, this is Roy James.

I've seen you drive, Mr James, out on the racing circuit.

Rising star, you are, very impressive.

It's an honour to shake you by the hand.

Don't go overboard, he won't get his head through the door.

I can see why you like him. Good judgment.

What was it you wanted to talk about, Mr Field?

Well, not to assume anything, gentlemen, but...

I've got a business acquaintance who might like a little chat with you.

He's looking for a group of professionals.

What kind of business acquaintance?

There's an overnight mail train from Glasgow to London Euston.

At the front is the HVP coach.

HVP? High Value Package.

And what's in a High Value Package?

Used banknotes. Surplus cash from the Scottish banks.

Keep going.

The Scottish banks send all the cash that's surplus

to their requirements back down to London, on the train.

Along the way,

any surplus cash from towns on the train's route is also collected.

What, every night?

Mm-hm. It leaves Glasgow at 6:50pm. Seven stops along the way.

Gets in to Euston at 4am.

The HVP coach is the second coach from the diesel engine.

How many men on board?

In the HVP coach, five post office workers, sorting the mail.

What about the rest of the train?

70 or so. But no-one in the first carriage, that's just parcels.

How many bags on board the HVP coach?

By the time it leaves Rugby, which is the last stop before it

gets to Euston, around 60 or 70 bags.

How much?

I don't know. Rough guess? It could be a million.

After a bank holiday... maybe more.

See what I mean?

Bloody hell!

It's been running 125 years.

No-one's thought of knocking it off before now?

They didn't have the Ulsterman, did they? How many coppers?

That's the beauty. None. No transport police.

No security guards. You're kidding me. Nobody?

There you are, now he's getting the glint.

What? Nobody at all? It's Her Majesty's mail, mate.

Nobody'd have the nerve, that's how they all see it.

Even without police, still 75 men on board.

Only five on the HVP coach.

Yeah, but the other 70 aren't going to just sit there

twiddling their thumbs while we have it away with these notes.

We fix it so they don't notice, Charlie.

What? Won't notice?! All they gotta do is look out the window.

No, Gordon's right. We can sort that.

Don't say you're on the hook.

Big dreams, Chas. You've gotta fancy it, haven't ya?

The Post Office -

one in the eye for all the old duffers running this country.

Is that what you think this is about?

It's about getting the life you want - no, not want... deserve!

Setting yourself up for good.

House where you like, private schools for your girls.

No more fruit and veg at five in the morning.

You'd never have to look a potato in the eye again, mate.

First up. Where can we best get at these bags of cash?

Can't be Euston - there's Old Bill, railway and post office workers.

The Ulsterman said we could set up an ambush

at one of the stations earlier on the route.

What, and miss out on half the bread? I don't think so.

We go all in on this.

What about as it's slowing down on its way into Euston?

Won't work. Houses overlooking the track.

All it takes is someone looking out a window and phoning the Old Bill.

It needs to be before the city,

but after the final stop, so all the bags are on.

What, so a stretch of track, somewhere between Rugby

and Central London?

Yeah, but deserted, so we've got room to work.

Say we find that, hmm? How do we stop the train?

Communication cord.

It's not a passenger train, Buster. How do we get on it to pull it?

Sleeper, then. Anyone with half a bit of sense

can lay a sleeper across the line. Too obvious.

We don't want the driver and the crew latching on too quick.

It's got to be subtler than that.

How does a train stop normally? At a station. Or a signal.

Signal! Anyone know how to fix a signal?

I'm all for dreaming, big chaps,

but we ain't got the expertise.

What, so we fall at the first? Best tip in years?

If we can't do it, we find a feller who can.

Someone must have the know-how.

There is a florist in Brighton.

Word is you're part of the firm doing the Brighton line.

Tommy?

Gentleman here saying something about us

knocking off the Brighton line.

Did he? Now, I wonder why he'd say something like that?

Everyone is, mate. You want to watch it - loose lips sink ships.

Point is, do you know how to stop a train on a track?

And why would you be asking?

Friend of mine had a little tip-off. Money-spinner maybe.

Tip from where?

Inside information. Train with sacks of cash on it, in the hundreds.

What's that got do with us?

We're looking for an expert train stopper. Heard maybe that was you.

Your feller on the inside,

did he say how much there was in each of the sacks?

Said he didn't know.

Good sign. Might be genuine.

The fakers promise exact amounts.

What do you think? Just stop the train.

There'd be a drink in it for you.

I could certainly stop it for you.

But our firm would have to be part of the job.

Isn't that right, Tommy?

Oh, yes, Roger. Definitely.

I hope you told him where to stick it!

I said I'd let them know. He's an expert.

Specialist knowledge don't come cheap.

How many's he talking about? How big's the firm?

Hold on! We ain't agreeing, Bruce!

Roger, Tommy, Bob Welch and one other.

Four of them! What d'you think?

Bigger the firm, smaller our share, right?

If it's a million quid, there's enough to go round.

The more people in on it, the more chance of word leaking out.

It's a solid firm, Roger put it together himself.

Three things.

First, there's 70 blokes on that train, outside the HVP coach.

We'll need to bring in muscle whatever happens,

case things go boss-eyed.

Second, if there's as many bags of cash as the Ulsterman's suggesting,

we'll need extra hands to get them all off the train and onto a lorry.

We ain't going to have that much time.

Third - without Roger, we can't stop the bloody train in the first place,

so it doesn't matter if there's four or four dozen of us,

that train's going to go speeding past,

whizzing all them notes out of reach.

Now. All those in favour?

Here we go, gents, oh!

Lovely, Buster, any more biscuits?

What happened to the last lot?

Next time, we're having a kitty, cos otherwise I'll be skint.

So, meeting of the firms, welcome. Any opening comments?

There's something I'd like to say, Bruce.

Go on then, Chas.

And just to be clear.

I'll do any grass that costs me my liberty.

As far as I'm concerned, a grass is a Judas who should've been

drowned at birth.

Right. Thank you, Charlie.

OK. We need to agree on the right spot for the grab.

Gordon. Right.

I've been through the route on a train, from Euston to Rugby.

Buster and Tommy here, they went to case a few possibilities.

We followed the track -

Berkhamsted, Boxmoor, Kings Langley, Watford.

We looked for near to London, away from inhabited buildings,

with a set of signals and access to a road.

Couple of days, it took, but we reckon we've got somewhere.

Right, now.

Take a look at this, and the bridge here indicated as bridge 127.

We figured that that would be a sensible place from which to

remove the bags from the train.

Nearest property's a farm, quarter of a mile down the lane.

There it is. Bridge 127.

Bridego Bridge.

Shall we?

So this is the main signal.

Dwarf signal's three quarters of a mile on from here.

That's good, you're going to need both.

So what d'you reckon? This the place?

I can definitely stop the train here.

But you'll have to move it forward to the bridge

to unload all the sacks.

What, the whole train?

No, no.

You uncouple the engine and the HVP from the rest of the train and

then you move that on half a mile to the bridge and unload it all there.

Leave the rest of the train here.

Right. Course, yeah. Uncouple it.

Move it forward. No problem.

You sure? Your side can sort that?

Yeah, course.

So. When's this train due?

Bang on. That's our baby.

That's the good thing about lifting from trains.

There's always a timetable.

So, that's the dwarf signal. That's right.

The dwarf signal is always stationed before the main signal.

If it's shining amber, the driver knows to slow down,

that there's a stop signal up ahead.

Like traffic lights. Yeah, exactly.

You married, Bruce?

I am, yeah.

Miserable old game, isn't it?

So you'll rig this, and the main signal further up the track.

Yeah. I won't be able to do both on the night.

It takes too long to get from one to the other.

If something fails or goes wrong with one,

then the whole night's over.

Oh, that's fine, I'll just get my brother-in-law, John, to do it.

He's my lucky charm. Just show me how to rig it.

Swear to secrecy though, Bruce. Ring of silence.

It took me a long time to work this up.

I don't want others nicking my MO. Course.

Roger, Roger! Mate, your secret will go no further.

I promise.

Connect the batteries to the bulb.

And the amber light comes on.

Got it. And the green light's still on.

Course it is, that's the real signal.

So how do we knock it off?

See?

What, that's it?! A light bulb and a black glove?!

Yes.

I thought it was going to be all technical! You said...

That's just common sense, Roger. Anyone could have thought of that!

Yeah. But they didn't, did they?

I did. Anyone can be complicated.

Simplicity, that's hard.

A glove?!

That's it? That's his secret? Says he read it in a library book.

Why didn't we have that book?

If we'd used our loaves, we needn't have brought in another firm.

Least a glove ain't going to go wrong.

Anyway, we've got a small problem.

I've promised Roger we'll uncouple the engine from the other

carriages and drive it forward. What d'you do that for?

I couldn't look like we didn't know what we were doing, could I?

How are we going to shift a train? I'm working on it.

I've got Roy down at Euston pretending he's a teacher,

asking how it all works.

How's your mate Brian Field getting on with the stow?

He's coming along.

Ah, Mrs Rixon?

We've arranged an appointment through Midland Marts to view

the property. This is Mr Field, the prospective purchaser.

Would you mind awfully if we took a look around?

We won't take up too much of your valuable time.

Very much obliged. Lovely.

27 miles west of Bridego Bridge, on the other side of Aylesbury.

Nearest village is Brill.

Main house, outbuildings, plenty of room for vehicles.

The place itself is not visible from the main road,

and there's only a dirt track in.

Now, it's bugger all to look at, but it's perfect for this.

And it's not on any Ordnance Survey maps.

Yeah, I told you he was good. How do we do it?

Mr Wheater, my boss, will do the paperwork.

Leonard Field, no relation, will be the frontman.

10% deposit of £555 to secure vacant possession,

and the rest we'll make payable some time later in the year.

By which time we'll be long gone.

Exactly. Now, after we get out, who handles the cleanup?

That's where Billy here comes in.

He'll burn the farm down as soon as we're all gone.

I trust you've done this sort of thing before?

Billy's a safe-blower, best in the business.

With all due respect, Mr Reynolds, this is a bit bigger than a safe.

I know! Something big to really get my teeth into.

I love blowing things up.

Let me have those deposit funds as soon as you can.

Gentlemen.

Well? Is he reliable? He's got me out of a few corners.

I don't like him.

You don't have to like him, Bruce.

But he will get it done. Now, about driving that train.

Roger Cordrey ain't the only one who reads books...

Tommy And The Train Ride?

That's right. It's a kid's book.

And it's got pictures.

In we go.

Come on.

This is the one.

Right.

Right, this here. I reckon that's the brake.

This must be the dead handle.

Now what?

You're the one who's got the book.

What does your mate Tommy do?

Well, push something.

That's better. That is better.

Hold up.

Here, d'you think anyone heard?

It's a train yard, innit? There's train noises.

When you're ready, driver Goody. Ease her away.

Hey-up! We're moving. Course we are.

I'm a train driver, ain't I?

Watch you don't bump into anything.

Oh, this is a bit of me, this.

I've always fancied this.

Ever since I was a kid.

It's a dream come true, mate!

I wish my mum could see me now.

What? And see you nicking it?

Reckon you could start it up again? Course I can. It's easy, innit?

Then we're in business.

Nice work, driver Goody!

My pleasure, assistant driver Reynolds.

My pleasure.

You can stop her now.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?!

Wait a minute, I thought that was the brake.

Well, you just made it go faster.

Which one's the brake here?! Gordon, you read the book!

I can't remember what one the brake is. Hold on! Stop the train!

I'm trying! I'm trying! Gordon, stop the bleeding train!

I'm bloody trying!

Bloody hell! Jump, Bruce!

Come on!

Gordon! You bastard!

Have a look.

It's a runaway train!

Idiot!

There's nothing in the newspapers about it.

Perhaps they thought it was just kids mucking about.

They wouldn't be far wrong, would they? Nope.

So where does this leave us?

Up the Swanee. If we can't drive the train ourselves,

and we can't find a driver, we're going to have to bank on

persuading the driver on board the train to do as we tell him.

I can just see how that goes. "Drive it or I kill you".

"Go on, kill me". Stalemate. Right. Clock's ticking down, Bruce.

Everyone can be persuaded.

Just shove newspaper up his trouser legs and set fire to it.

For God's sake, Buster. What? He'll soon make up his mind then.

What is the matter with you lot?

Have you heard yourselves?

We're trying to pull this off and all you've got are these

bloody ridiculous, stupid...

You, with your trouser-burning.

You, with your fairytale train manuals. And you...

Don't have a pop at me because you're on the ropes, all right?

You're the planner. I'm just treasurer.

Who got you Roger Cordrey?

And who bought the Ulsterman's tip-off in the first place?

Oh, like one thing each!

We're within touching distance of a million quid.

Showing the whole world what we can do.

And you're standing around here like lemons, doing nothing,

expecting me to solve all the big problems!

And you ain't doing much of a job of it right now.

What's the matter, too big for you, this one?

It's my shot.

He said he'd be waiting for us up here.

Oh! Nearly gave me the fright of my life there, gents!

What's in the bag, sir?

Just tools. Off to work, that's all.

What is it you do, exactly, sir?

You all right, mate?

Quiet tonight.

Few problems.

Mate of mine, Billy Still...

got pulled by the law yesterday.

Ouch.

Trying to take my mind off it.

Yeah, good seeing you again, Biggsy.

You too, Brucey.

I hate to ask but...

you don't have anything on, do you?

Only I could do with 500 just to see me right.

No, mate, sorry.

And all my cash is tied up in something right now.

What? A job? Maybe.

You got any space on it?

Sorry, Ron. It's not for you, this one. No?

Not unless you can drive a train.

No, I can't drive a train, but I might know someone who can.

Now you mention it.

No, no, Biggsy, listen. Don't mess me about.

I know you want a job, but... No, no, no straight up.

When I came out a few years back, I was working for Burdett,

the builder's. We did a lot up at British Industrial Sand.

They employed old train drivers to shunt the stuff around.

I got to know a couple of them.

There's this one fella, called Alf.

He's as good as gold.

D'you think he'd ever do something dodgy?

This is marvellous! Very impressive!

Don't touch anything, Alf!

All right, gents, are we ready?

So, what's the cover then, Bruce?

There's an army base at Bicester.

We wear Army clobber with divisional insignia on the vehicles.

People are used to seeing convoys on those back roads.

We're just an elite unit on night-time manoeuvres.

You do love a costume.

Hey...

We're taking on the Establishment. Use the enemy's armour against them.

In Army get-up, we can assert authority over whoever we like,

including any local bobbies.

Now, on the night itself, there's only one train running through.

And once it's stopped, we've got 15 minutes

to get all the bags off and loaded onto the lorry.

We getting tooled up? Coshes only. No guns.

You sure? Big job like this.

You take a gun, you might end up using it.

We're just there for the money.

Now, everyone knows what everyone else is doing.

We're going to lie low at the farm for a couple of days,

a week at the outside.

We've got enough supplies to last us.

We let the heat die down, and then make our way home.

I still don't understand why we need the farm.

I can drive us back to London in 40 minutes, probably less.

You see, the moment those alarms go off, there's going to be roadblocks

all the way back. I'll have us back before that.

Who's going to take care of the farm now Billy Still's been nicked?

That'll be me, Mr James. You're a solicitor's clerk.

What do you know about burning farms? I've got a contact.

A gentleman I know who does a lot of professional cleaning.

And you get a bigger whack of the takings! Look!

We're going to the farm. It's decided.

Now, listen to me.

You're all here because you bring something.

Because we trust you.

You're all responsible for your own arrangements getting home

and whatever you do after, I don't want to know.

And get yourself a good alibi.

Right! Any more questions?

Yeah, when are you going to stop using that blackboard?

It's like being back at school.

Security's the name of the game here, boys.

Remember what they said in the war -

"Be like Dad, keep Mum."

Now, go off, give your wives and your girlfriends a bit of attention

and I'll see you at the farm on the 6th. And be lucky, eh?

Lovely vehicles, these Land Rovers.

Who does this belong to? Don't Know, Dad.

We nicked it the night before last on the Strand. You nicked it?

You want to be careful, you can get pinched doing things like that.

He's right, boys, you can.

Charlie. You all right?

All right, lads, gather round.

Everyone into overalls. We're the decorators.

And remember, gloves at all times.

No dabs, all right? Let's get settled in.

Eh! Sorry, what's your name?

Elvis Presley. Pleasure's all yours.

Yeah, I won the Formula Junior at Brands Hatch earlier this year.

Don't drink or smoke, see? What you doing on this, then?

You need money in the racing game. It's all about better cars.

Need to get myself into Formula 1. Show 'em what I can really do. Yeah.

Here we go, Biggsy.

Youngest major in the British Army.

Not bad for somebody who deserted after two days!

I was hoping for the air force.

I fancy myself as the next Douglas Bader, only with more legs.

Biggsy, are you going to stand in front of that mirror all day?

Look at him. Do you really think he knows what he's doing?

Where the hell's Gordon?

Late. Like always.

Ah, hello. I'm Wyatt.

Right.

I own the next farm along.

I rented a field from the previous owner. Right.

Are you the new owner? No, no.

Oh. Decorators. He's having it all done up before he moves in.

Who is the owner then?

Mr Fielding, over in Aylesbury.

When do you think he'll come up here? He won't be in for while.

You'd best speak to him.

He'll be in within a fortnight. Why don't you come back then?

All right. Thank you.

Cheerio.

It's fine, relax.

Like that, is it?

What time is it?

Three minutes later than the last time you asked.

Are we doing this tonight or not? If we get the nod.

And when's that going to be?

When we hear.

What if that bloke comes back? Why would he come back?

I don't know. But he might. Blokes come back sometimes.

I hate waiting. Really? Why've you never mentioned it?

The train comes in at three. Don't give us much time.

Chaps.

Oh, this is nice, innit?

At ease, gentlemen. At ease.

Where the hell have you been?

Brian Field's house, Pangbourne.

Waiting for the call from the Ulsterman. Biggsy.

Is it on? Are we going? No, Bruce. It ain't on.

What?

It's a no-go for tonight. He says we'll have to wait till tomorrow.

Did he say why? No.

Now, is there any grub left, please? I'm starving.

Evening.

It's on.

All right, look lively! Stand by your beds!

Left Glasgow at 6:50. We're on.

It's now.

It's tonight.

Overalls on.

Come on.

Come on.

Get up.

Here.

What about here? Yeah.

Think we can do it?

Definitely.

Come on then, Alf. Oh, yes.

Your problem is you eat something just before we go to bed.

And you're hungry again by Euston.

Full load tonight. All that bank holiday cash.

Can't read your writing there.

All yours, Jack.

How's the back, mate?

Nothing a rubdown from Sophia Loren wouldn't sort out. Enjoy yourself.

Let's get this bugger moving, eh, son?

You turn the switch...

amber light comes on.

Then you use the glove.

Get on with it then.

All right, Roger?

My wife's left me.

Well, three days ago.

Said I was spending too much time away.

Oh.

I was doing this for her.

I'm going up the line.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm in position. Everyone hear me all right?

Loud and clear.

Tracks, roger.

Main signal, roger.

If the walkie-talkies fail, we use the torches.

Understood.

Come on.

Come on.

It's coming.

This is it.

'This is it!'

Roger.

Repeat, over.

'This is it! This is it!'

It's coming. It's on.

Alf, get a move on. Coming, sorry.

Oh, come on!

Watch it! Ow!

Yellow signal, driver.

What you doing, Dad? Just a little smoke.

What? And let everyone know we're here? Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Have a word with him, he thinks he's on his holidays. Down, get down!

Funny. What?

Up the line. Green light.

Why are we on red here, when it's green up there?

Someone's asleep on the job.

Go.

Go, Weasel. Shut it!

Nip down, phone the signalman, would you? All right.

Bollocks. What's he doing?

Ten seconds and he knows something's wrong.

Right, we're going to have to improvise.

You all right, mate?

Everything all right, pal?

Oof!

Sit on him or something.

Make a noise and you're dead.

All right, mate. I'm on your side.

Good boy. Where you from? Crewe.

When this is over, we'll send you some money.

Argh! Argh!

Aah!

Get it uncoupled.

That's it.

You're all right, you ain't badly hurt.

Here you go. All right. Is he all right?

Don't worry about him.

Just concentrate on what you've got to do. It looks a bit nasty to me.

He's fine.

All right? All right.

Come on. Come on.

It won't go!

Why ain't it starting?

I'm waiting for the brake pressure to build. What?

I can't get a vacuum. I need 21 inches of vacuum.

You'll have 21 inches of something in a minute.

The pressure must've gone when we uncoupled the train.

What you banging on about? I can't get the pressure up.

Come on. I'll check the pipe.

Come on. You've got to move it, Alf. It just needs a minute!

Come on!

Get it moving. We ain't got time for this.

Alf, come on. You've got to do this now. Come on!

Get him out. No, I can do it. I can do it!

Go and get the other driver. Ow!

Shut it!

Get him in there. Get him in. Get him up!

Come on.

Come on, get in. All right, now, look at me. Look at me.

You move this train forward to where I tell you, or you'll get some more.

Now move the bloody train!

There's air in the system. I've got to wait till the vacuum...

See, I told you. What did I say? Shut it!

Come on!

Come on. Come on.

It's rising again.

That's more like it. Little beauty!

All right? Now, well done.

Now, you keep doing that, no-one's going to hurt you. All right?

Coming down to the marker!

Slow it down! Slow it down.

Slow it down!

Slow it!

Slow!

Stop!

Stop the train! Stop the train!

What took you so long?! We had a few problems.

Listen.

When this is over, we'll get your address and send you a few quid.

No.

All right. But keep your mouth shut.

There's some right bastards here.

We're running behind. We know.

We've got 15 minutes.

Get down! Get down on the floor now! Get down!

Get down on the floor! Get down!

Down! Get down on the floor!

Stay down! Get down on the floor!

Stay where you are!

Get your eyes down!

None of you move! Stay down, all of you! Down on the floor!

Don't look at me! Nobody move, stay down!

We're moving! What did I tell you?!

We're on, mate. We're on.

Come on, come on, come on.

These ain't half heavy!

Always moaning, Blue. Come on!

Come on! That's enough! That's enough!

There's only a few left. Leave them. Time's up.

Come on. What?! Leave them!

Come on.

Move!

Lay down, lay down. Get down here!

Right. Nobody moves for 30 minutes.

We're leaving someone behind.

Anyone moves, it'll be the worse for 'em.

Get in! Come on!

Get in! Hurry up! Hurry up! Wait!

Get in! Come on!

Keep an eye out for homing devices, lads.

I don't want any unexpected guests.

John, mate. Put your gloves back on.

That goes for everyone!

If you can't find your gloves,

put sticking plasters on your fingertips.

It's all wedge, chaps.

It's all bloody wedge.

Bruce, radio!

Ssh-ssh-ssh-shhh!

'Sarge, it's me. You aren't going to believe this.

'They've only gone and stolen a train!'

I'm off for a kip.

Wake me when you've finished counting.

Well, it might be a while.

Longer the better.

Bruce? Bruce?!

Wake up, mate. Come on.

How much is it?

He wouldn't tell us... until you got down here.

Well, come on then!

£2,631,784...

and ten shillings!

And ten shillings!

I like it, I like it

It's all over the radio this morning.

They said only 100,000 was taken.

And they say crime don't pay! Ha-ha-ha!

Come on, Dad, let's get you a beer!

It's too much.

Well done, boys!

Bank error in your favour. Collect £2.5 million.

Train driver Alf, here's your drink.

Is that all for me? Well, it's 20 grand. Here.

This knocks my 15-bob-a-week pension into a cocked hat, doesn't it?

Hey, um... I hope you don't think... Cos I couldn't manage...

Listen, you enjoy it.

Help him out.

Oops-a-daisy!

I think I'm going to get myself a nice little club.

You know, something simple.

Classy. No riffraff.

Tom, mate, you are the riffraff.

I'm going to take Pat and the girls around the world.

Get ourselves a nice little yacht.

What d'you know about sailing?

I could pay someone to teach me now, can't I?

I'm going to buy me mum a lovely little house.

And then for me, a penthouse suite.

Mayfair, with hot and cold-running blondes.

I reckon you boys should stick some dough on me becoming world champion.

Now I can afford the best gear, I'll be on level terms with the big boys.

The Weasel comes good, eh! Don't bloody call me that! Shut it!

Weasel! Weasel! Shut up! Shut up! Quiet!

'..Investigating the theft of packages from a Post Office train in Buckinghamshire

'believe that a set of Army vehicles were used

'in the commission of the robbery.

'An eyewitness sighted the vehicles at around 4:00am this morning

'while walking on a back road a few miles from the site of the robbery.

'Talks have started between...'

We can't use the trucks. No.

We've just spent half the morning

making a false bottom in the big truck for the loot.

We can't risk it.

How are we going to get away without any transport?

Nothing's changed. We planned to stay here for a week, that's what we're going to do.

Besides, Old Bill's going to be flooded with calls now.

There's real military vehicles around here, that's why we chose them.

Yeah. That'll keep them busy for a while.

We divvy up the dough, get rid of any signs it was ever here.

And let's not get twitchy every time the news comes on.

All right?

They're looking for military.

We're making it look like a brick van.

'Police have asked Buckinghamshire residents to remain vigilant

'as they spoke of the likelihood of the GPO train thieves currently hiding out

'within a 30-mile radius of Bridego Bridge.

'A senior police spokesman announced

'that a systematic search of farms and outbuildings

'will be instigated immediately.'

The lads are getting restless.

Nobody leaves until I say. This ain't going to die down in three days.

Maybe not three days, maybe a week.

Listen, it's just the eye of the storm right now.

It's not what we expected, but we keep our nerve.

They're searching properties.

We can't just sit here on our arses. The plan don't work.

There's too many people. I said there was too many!

It's too late to worry now. Too late?!

You were supposed to have planned for this! That's what you do!

I didn't think we'd nick that much, did I?

It was a snatch. A million tops.

It wasn't supposed to be the crime of the bleedin' century.

Fine. But we don't wait till Sunday.

We're leaving tomorrow.

Bruce? I thought this place was being dealt with after we'd gone.

It is. But if the coppers get in first, they'll be all over it. Clean!

Right, chaps.

Now, don't do nothing stupid.

Don't go flashing your cash about.

And if the police come sniffing, keep it shut.

I know it's not what we planned.

But out on that track...

it was a thing of beauty.

And don't you forget it.

Proud to know you, fellers.

Enjoy your bread.

And be lucky.

Here's Daddy!

Hello, sweetheart.

What have you done?

Send Nick to stay with Rene. Pack some cases.

What?! We're going to stay somewhere else for a while.

I've got a mate in Queensway. There's nothing to worry about.

No! Listen, this is our home!

I can't just leave it! You do as you're told!

Please.

All this fuss should've died down by now.

I mean, why ain't it died down?

There was another appeal for witnesses this morning.

If Field did his job, we're all right. Let's hope so.

Has the dustman been?

Everything's in hand. Has he been or not?

It's taken care of.

Were you there? Did you see it being done?

I sent my best man.

Answer the question, Field.

I-I-I can't be sure.

Say that again!

That farm has been sitting empty four days now!

I've been let down.

There's this fella, Mark, I don't think he did it.

Aah!

I'll bloody kill you!

Do you know what you've done to us?!

I'm going to bloody kill you! I don't grass! All right!

The police are going to come for me first.

I fixed the sale of the farm!

I swear, if I get pulled, I won't say anything.

I won't even make a statement.

I'll never drop any of you in it.

Just please, look after my wife.

Get him away from me! Get out of it!

Go, before your wife's a widow!

How thorough were you all, before we left the farm?

I might've left a pair of pants.

And shoes.

What? We was in a rush!

I might not have been wearing gloves all the time.

We didn't burn all the mailbags. That's why we paid Field.

We made a plan. We had a plan! Why didn't you stick to the plan?!

It all got a bit rushed. The plan changed.

Look, we go back to that farmhouse this afternoon, right?

Burn it down ourselves before it gets found out. What?

Hell of a risk.

We ain't got no choice, Buster.

We can't have the place being gone over!

Hanger Lane, four o'clock, right? We'll go together from there.

'And now a summary of the headlines at three o'clock.

'Police this afternoon say they have found the hideout of the thieves

'who stole over £2 million from the Post Office night train.

'Officers are now examining Leatherslade Farm,

'30 miles from the bridge where the robbery took place.

'A police spokesman says they are confident arrests would follow.'

We wait till dark, head down to the farm, cop for whoever's there.

Burn the place down ourselves.

Did you not hear the news? It won't work, mate.

Course it will. I've come this far, I ain't giving it up now.

There'll be more Old Bill there than Hendon Passing Out ceremony.

What do you suggest?

I'm all out of plans.

Flying Squad's taken it over. Tommy Butler.

Eight-man squad, specially assembled.

Eight men? What does he need eight men for? It was one job!

For God's sake! I mean, it's only money.

It ain't like we killed anyone, is it?

We kicked the Establishment up the arse, mate.

And the Establishment didn't like it.

Separate ways, then.

No contact.

Far apart and far away from now on.

We nearly had it, boys.

For a minute there... it was perfect.

Be lucky.