All language subtitles for The Italian Job奇謀妙計劫金磚E

(ENGINE ROARING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Cheerio, lads.

Keep your voice down, Croker!
You're not out yet.

- Sorry, sir.
- Good luck, Charles.

Bye-bye, Jack.

HARRY: Remember me
to the old woman, Charlie.

I will, Harry. I will.

Say hello to the big world for me,
Charlie.

Bye-bye.

Goodbye, Mr Bridger.

Did you hear that?
He said, "Goodbye, Mr Bridger."

KEATS: Well, he's going, Mr Bridger.

Well, as long as he doesn't come back.
That's all I care.

KEATS: They say
he's going to do a job in Italy.

Well, I hope he likes spaghetti.

They serve it four times a day
in the Italian prisons.

LORNA: Charlie.

Well, you're the last person
I expected to see, Lorna.

Oh, Charlie, I've been counting the days.

Yeah? Well, why didn't you come
and see me when I was inside then?

Charlie, you know that's not my scene.

I mean, can you see me sitting there
holding your hands across the table,

with all those weeping wives around
with their howling kids,

and then the guards looking at me

as if I've got something
hidden up my dress?

- I did miss you, Charlie.
- Yeah?

I made an appointment
for you to go to the tailor first.

And then you go to the shirt maker
and...

This car belongs
to the Pakistani ambassador.

- It does?
- Typical, isn't it?

I've been out of jail five minutes
and already I'm in a hot car.

(LAUGHS) Charlie, I just wanted you
to come out in style, baby.

Take me to my tailor.

Very elegant, sir. I do believe
you've put on a little weight.

Yes, well, I've been in America,
you see.

It's the bread in the hamburgers.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

Well, I'm glad you're out. I mean, back.

I don't want to be rude, Charles,
but times have changed.

I'll tell you something, Adrian,
when I went in that was all the go.

What did you do? Life?

You know, Charles,
you could put all these in a museum.

I'll tell you what I'll do with you, Adrian.
I'll tell you what I'll do.

- I'll take this lot now, eh?
- Quite revolting.

I'll take this lot now. You wrap them up.

- And do us a favour, Adrian.
- Yeah.

Shorten the sleeves will you, love?
I'm not a gorilla.

Yes. Yes.
Well, there we are, Captain Croker.

I think you'll find
we've kept it in perfect tone.

I'll just run the engine for you, shall I?

You'll be able to hear
what it sounds like.

(ENGINE REWING)

There we are. How's that?

- I say.
- Yes?

- I say.
- Hello?

There you are.
I thought I'd lost you for a second.

No, I came round here.
I was just thinking,

maybe it needs a little more air...

- Yeah.
...through the second carburettor.

- Do you think so?
- Yeah, listen. There.

- Yes, maybe you're right.
- Yes.

- Yes. All right, I'll...
- No, I'll do it. Just stay there.

Would you open the bonnet for me,
please?

- Yes.
- Yes, thank you.

- I wonder if you'd hold this for me?
- The...

- The bonnet, yes.
- Oh, yes, of course.

Thank you.

- I didn't quite...
- Yes. There we are.

- Do you want me to just...
- Hold. Thank you very much.

- There we are.
- Now...

- Yes. I can...
- How are you doing?

I can see what's wrong.
It's very, very small.

Maybe... I don't know.
No, it's all right. Leave it. Leave it.

- Shall I...
- Yes, you shut it and I'll lock it all.

Thank you.

How are you doing? All right?

Yes, it's a long time since I was in here.

I dare say. There we are.

I haven't been in this car for so long.

Yes, I gather you've been in India
for about two years, sir.

- Yeah, shooting tigers.
- Oh, really? Splendid.

(CLEARING THROAT)

The garage bill, sir.

- Yeah?
- Well, I'm afraid it's Ј200.

But, of course,
if you insist we can charge it.

No, no. Please, please.

There's a bounty for shooting tigers,
you know?

- Well...
- Yes, it's Ј50 a head.

- Really? There's no need to pay... I see.
- These are wrapped in bundles of 200.

- Well, there's no need to pay...
- No, that's quite all right.

Yes, you must have shot
an awful lot of tigers, sir.

Yes, I used a machine gun.

WOMAN ON PA:
Calling Mr Williams. Mr R. J. Williams.

Will Mr Williams please come
to reception...

- Lord Croker. I am expected.
- Yes, Your Lordship. Suite 602.

And there's a message.

Thank you.

Hello, Charlie.

(LAUGHS)

Well, shut the door, Charlie.
You're gonna cause a terrible draught.

Ladies?

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

Hey, Charlie.

- Hello, Charlie.
- Hi, Charlie.

- Love you, Charlie.
- Ciao, Charlie.

- Nice, Charlie.
- Good to see you, Charlie.

Sweet, Charlie.

Well, I thought, a coming-out present.

CHARLIE: Very nice. Very nice.

- Now, what would you like?
- Everything.

- Where's your old man?
- He is dead.

In the Alps, in a car crash.
It wasn't an accident.

Oh!

Well, there goes the job, then.

- Wait, Mr Croker.
- Yes, Mrs Beckerman.

This is for you.

What's this?
Some sort of a consolation prize?

These are all the plans that my husband
didn't have time to complete.

- He wants you to finish them.
- Oh, he does, does he?

Tell me, where do you figure

in the plans your husband
didn't have time to complete?

I don't.

I am going to New York
tomorrow morning at 6:00 a. m.

Pity.

But that still gives us four hours to kill.

(LAUGHS)

And you still in your widow's weeds.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(BELL RINGING)

- Charlie Croker, I am dead.
- Hello, Roger.

So I have arranged for my widow to
deliver some material to you in England.

Yes, I got it.

There you must find the backing
to do the job.

You must, Charlie,
because it is a work of genius.

Just think of it.

A city in chaos, a smash-and-grab raid

and $4 million through a traffic jam.

Hmm?

$4 million?

ROGER: This is the city of Turin,
the industrial capital of Italy,

the most modern in Europe,
famed for its architecture,

and soon, I trust, for
the greatest robbery of the 20th century.

(LAUGHING)

This is the Fiat armoured convoy.

It leaves Turin airport every week.

It never carries less than $4 million.

CHARLIE: I think we could
take that over, Roger.

ROGER: To reach its destination,
the convoy has to travel

through one of the busiest
traffic systems in Europe,

a system which is controlled
by television cameras

and by the computer in this building,
the Turin Traffic Control Centre.

If you can get into this room, Charlie,

you will cause the biggest traffic jam
in the history of the world.

Every street in the city
will be paralysed,

and then you will have a chance
to ambush the convoy.

Very nice.

Now, Charlie,
first you neutralise the TV cameras

which overlook the convoy's route.

You do this
with these little gadgets here. Look.

- Yeah.
- Second,

you break into the computer building
and substitute this new programme.

- Got it.
- And this causes the jam.

Right.

Third, you attack the convoy
in your own inimitable way, Charlie.

And fourth, you escape

on the only route out of the city
which is not blocked up with traffic.

You'll find the details of the route
in this portfolio.

Within just two hours,

you will be over the Alps
and into Switzerland.

And within three, you'll have the money
safe and sound in a Geneva bank.

- Make it work, Charlie.
- I will, Roger.

$4 million through a traffic jam.

Money received from the collection
of Brighton so far is Ј15,000.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. Camp Freddie?

FREDDIE: Charlie Croker.
I thought you were in Italy.

- I want to see Bridger.
- Mr Bridger to you.

I've got a job.

If it's the GPO, City Road,
it's being done next week.

Freddie, this job is bigger than anything
Bridger's done up until now.

If it's the Bank of England, it's out.

Mr Bridger's very worried
about the economy of the country.

Exactly, Freddie.
Now, tell Bridger this is a foreign job

to help with this country's balance
of payments.

Charlie, I don't think
you have the kind of scheme

that yields the size of profit
that Mr Bridger is accustomed to.

But, Freddie, this job is big.

Charlie, you wouldn't even know
how to spell big.

B- I-G. Big.

Now then, Butch Harry,
tell us about Fulham.

Well, now, Fulham,
a bit dodgy at the moment.

How are you?
How do you feel about a little outing?

Now I need Hazel.
Hazel, my lovely, out you come.

Come on, then, for me. There you are.

It's a long time since
you've seen the nightlife, innit, darling?

Wait a minute. Where's my torch?
Where's my bloody torch?

- Good evening, Mr Bridger.
- Croker.

- Mr Bridger, I've got a job lined up.
- Get out of here.

It's all here,
maps, drawings, plans, everything.

You've been put up to this, haven't you?

You've been bribed to upset
my natural rhythm and ruin my health.

No, Mr Bridger.
Mr Bridger, this is important.

$4 million. Europe.

The Common Market.
Italy, the Fiat car factory.

- Croker, this is my toilet.
- Please. Just read it, Mr Bridger.

Get out.

Are you all right, Mr Bridger?
You all right?

He's all right.

I can always take it to the Americans.

They're people
who recognise young talent

and give it a chance, they are.

Last night, Mr Governor,
my toilet was broken into.

- Toilet?
- Toilet.

- Broken into?
- Broken into.

Well, I'm terribly sorry.

There are some places, Governor,
which, to an Englishman, are sacred.

- Well, I've apologised, Bridger.
- And so you should have.

You are not doing your job properly.
Her Majesty's prison is there

not only to keep people from getting out,
but to prevent people from getting in.

You are symptomatic of the lazy,
unimaginative management

which is driving this country
on the rocks!

- Well, is there anything else?
- No, thank you, Governor.

By the way, Mr Bridger,
did you happen to recognise the man

who so rudely interrupted you?

I've never seen him before in my life.

I want Charlie Croker
given a good going-over.

- Yes, Mr Bridger.
- Get the word out to Camp Freddie.

Yes, Mr Bridger.

I don't want him killed.
Just given a good going-over.

I understand exactly what you mean,
Mr Bridger.

Do you, Keats?
That's very imaginative of you.

Sir, I've got you the two volumes
of the Anglo-American Trade,

and UK balance of payments,
1966 and '67.

And I've also brought you
The Illustrated London News, sir.

For why, Keats, for why?

- There's a picture of the queen in it, sir.
- Hmm. That's good of you.

- Sir?
- Keats.

I often wonder whether one day
you're going to top your career

by doing a job on their house.

You must learn, Keats, there are more
things to life than breaking and entering.

Yes, Mr Bridger.

By the way, while we're on the subject,

I notice that some of that young mob
in E Block are not standing to attention

while the national anthem is played
at the end of the nightly TV.

Tell them to do so, otherwise
they will incur my displeasure.

- Yes, Mr Bridger.
- All right, be off with you.

Get that word through to Camp Freddie.

Sir.

(HORN BLARING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Charlie?

- Right then, Fred, come on.
- Wait a minute.

(SCREAMING)

Take all your filthy clothes, too.
This is my man, my territory,

and don't come back!

Charlie's been caught on the job.

Okay, Charlie. All right, where are you?

I know you're in here, Charlie.
There's no use hiding.

Charlie, you had three birds in here.

You didn't seem to mind at the hotel,
did you?

That was your coming-out present.

Yeah, well,
I didn't get a chance to enjoy it.

I didn't get a chance to enjoy it today,
neither.

Coming in here, causing a fracas.

Why don't you even ask me
where I've been, Charlie?

You've been with the law, haven't you?

Yeah, they got me
for taking the ambassador's car,

and they got me
for not even paying the hotel bills.

You deserted me, Charlie.

(STUFFED ANIMAL SQUEAKING)

Don't come here all moody, Lorna.
You know how the game is played.

No, you left me to my fate, Charlie.

Usual one, was it?

Twenty-four hours in a prison.
It was humiliating.

Yeah, well, how did you get out, then?
How did you get out?

Because the ambassador for Pakistan
was a very sweet man.

He was a very sweet man, was he?
Go on.

And the hotel manager was very nice.

Lorna. Lorna, I knew you'd be all right.
I knew you'd be all...

Well, it's no thanks to you,
Charlie Croker, I can tell you that.

- Lorna, I was busy, wasn't I?
- So I see.

So I came in here and saw.
I want you out.

- And if you don't think I mean it...
- I was busy doing some work.

...then you're wrong.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Charlie, it's the law, Charlie.
- What'd you tell them?

- Charlie, would I tell them anything?
- Of course you would.

(DOOR OPENING)

(STUFFED ANIMAL SQUEAKING)

- Morning, lads.
- Hello, Croker.

We've come
with Mr Bridger's compliments.

Sorry it's like this, Charlie.

Now, listen, lads...

You wouldn't hit a fellow
with no trousers on, would you?

Okay, then, put them on.

(STUFFED ANIMAL SQUEAKING)

CHARLIE: Get away from me!

(DENTIST DRILL WHIRRING)

- Have you seen Croker?
- Yes, Mr Bridger.

Well, I want you to see him again.

I don't think he'll take very kindly to that.

- I'm interested in his scheme.
- But, Mr Bridger...

What you fail to realise is, Freddie,
that we have a new objective.

The Chinese are giving Fiat
$4 million in gold

as a down payment on a car plant
they're constructing near Peking.

- But Croker...
- Croker can handle it.

He's got everything going for him.

There's even a football match in Turin
the day before the delivery.

England versus Italy.

So there'll be enough
English supporters wandering about

to cover his movements,
and even to help him, if required.

There's only one snag.
We need an expert in computers,

someone to look after the technical end.

Well, the top man in the country
is Professor Peach.

I've seen him on television.

- Tell Croker to get him.
- But how?

Maybe the Professor's not bent.

Camp Freddie,
everybody in the world is bent.

Yes, well, my brother's no longer
with us, I'm afraid.

No.

- You mean, he's...
- No, no, no. Nothing like that.

Well, actually, he's in a home.

Yes. Well, we thought it best.
For his own good, you know?

Was it serious, Miss Peach?

- Pam.
- Serious, was it?

- What?
- CHARLIE: Your brother. In the home.

Yes, I'm afraid
it was quite serious, dear.

- Isn't this greenfly awful?
- Yes.

Yes, well,
not to put a too fine point to it,

he was discovered in the lounge.

- Doing what, Miss Peach?
- Where?

- In the lounge.
- Oh, yes, he was doing it. Yes.

What?

Oh!

Something quite obscene with Annette.

- A net?
- Annette. She was terrified, of course.

- Naturally.
- Yes, well. Would you like some tea?

Tea. Would you like some?

- You're very kind. Yes, please.
- Good.

Excuse me a minute.

Annette?

Annette, would you like to serve tea
in the lounge, dear?

Oh, I shouldn't let her do that, dear.
That gives them ideas.

This is Annette.

Professor Peach,
do you see what I'm getting at?

Hmm. Your brawn, my brain.
I'm not stupid, you know.

It's cooperation, isn't it?
Like that flagpole out there.

- Flagpole?
- The flagpole in the yard.

I mean, I know
if there was a convex mirror up there,

27 degrees vertical,
42 degrees horizontal,

I could see
straight into Matron's bedroom.

Of course, somebody else
would have to be up the pole to fix it.

I couldn't do it meself.

It's cooperation, you see?
She's a big woman, you know?

Here, wait till you see them Italian birds.

- Are they big? I like them big.
- They're enormous.

- Really?
- Very, very, very big.

Would we wear stockings
over our heads?

- No need for you to.
- I'd like that.

I could steal one of Matron's, couldn't I?

We'll have you out of here in no time.

Of course, I wouldn't want
to get Matron into trouble.

Not that way, anyway. She's big. Big.

Look out the window, Professor.

- Do what?
- Look out the window at my car.

- Come on.
- Car?

- What car?
- Down there.

(WOMEN EXCLAIMING)

Gentlemen, gentlemen.
Please, gentlemen. Please.

We are about to do a job in Italy,

and I would like to introduce you all
to each other.

And I would like to introduce you all
to each other.

First, Bill Bailey.
He'll be my number two.

Now, you all know Bill.
He's just done three years in Parkhurst.

He's as honest as the day is long,
and 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.

- Hello.
- Hello.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

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.

The professor is in charge of all matters
relating to the Turin computer.

So 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 you to 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.

Charlie.

Putting the jib on.

Well,
don't just stand there doing nothing.

- Get on with something.
- I am, Charlie. I'm seeing...

Well, get on with it, then.

Rozzer?

Rozzer's having trouble
with his differential there.

- Tell him to hurry up.
- Hurry up.

Dippers for the Continent.
Just changing the...

- The other way round.
- Right.

- Are they quartz-iodide?
- Yeah, that's right, governor.

All right.

We couldn't afford the gold yet,
so we're using lead, Charlie.

Will it take the weight?

- Take the weight.
- Yeah, all right, Charlie.

- Will it take the weight?
- Yeah, yeah, it's all right, Charlie.

Mind your face, Charles.

- How you doing? All right?
- Okay, but I don't like the colour.

It's beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
Carry on.

CHARLIE: Lorna!

Does he really need 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, Bill?
- A couple, Charlie.

Send the next one up.
Let's hope he gets it right.

(BILL WHISTLING)

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 with their carrycots,

I think we can manage it.

Now, you all understand
what you've got to do.

Okay? Now, Bill.

Uh...

Oh, yeah, the transporters
will move in here and here,

- and they'll block off the main drag.
- Right. Roger.

Arthur and Lorna park
the three fast cars here

in case anything goes wrong and
we gotta make a quick getaway, right?

Correct. Now, 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
and 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.

- Now, 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 to make
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.

Well, Croker,
you've overlooked one thing.

The Mafia. They'll be waiting for you.

BRIDGER: In every shot of Camp
Freddie's film there's a Mafia man.

If they were on to Beckerman,
they'll be on to us.

CHARLIE: You're not
thinking of calling it off?

BRIDGER: As long as you know
what you're taking on, Croker.

- Yes, the Mafia.
- Yes, the Mafia.

Croker, you are about to take
a half a ton of gold,

in broad daylight,
from under their noses.

They won't take kindly to that.
That's why they killed Beckerman.

- It's a question of prestige, is it?
- Yes, Croker, 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 here,

except in your coffin.

MINISTER: We're ready
now to start the service.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

Who's that lot over there?

The drivers.

They're the lot
that smashed up my cars.

Practise makes perfect, Mr Bridger.

You pick them, don't you?

(MINISTER CLEARING THROAT)

- 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.

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

Dave, take the valley road to Turin,
okay?

Go.

You three take the Minis
along the B road

and keep the speed down, okay?

Right, there you go.
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're going out 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,
isn't it?

Take your flowers and get in the car.
Come on.

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.

(ENGINE STARTING)

- 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?

Just how are you going to do it?

Excuse me.

Does Mr Bridger think he can
take over Europe from a prison cell?

Huh?

Your car?

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Pretty car.

Paid for?

Very funny.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Hey!

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, cafй,
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.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

May I salute our American cousins,

Signor Francesco Cosca
and his lovely wife?

(TOASTING IN ITALIAN)

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.

(CRASHING)

(CLAMOURING IN ITALIAN)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

Candles. Quickly.

(SIREN WAILING)

Gentlemen,
we must assume they are here.

(PEOPLE SIGHING IN RELIEF)

(WHIRRING)

(BEEPING)

(WOMAN CHATTERING
IN ITALIAN ON PA)

WOMAN ON PA: All passengers

proceed to gate number five
for departure.

Thank you.

(WOMAN CHATTERING
IN FRENCH ON PA)

- Got your passport?
- I don't know. I think so.

Well, you need your passport
directly after the tickets. Understand?

Now, as you walk out to the plane,
look neither to the right nor to the left.

Just look straight ahead, okay?
Just keep going straight ahead.

Geneva, please.

You all right? You got it?
Neither to the right nor to the left.

- Left, straight ahead.
- Look straight ahead and keep going.

Charlie, listen.
The plan was that we stay here.

The plan's changed.

- But why, Charlie, why?
- Because you're a liability.

Lorna, you see that lot out there?

If we slip up, they'll tear us apart.

And I don't want you involved any more.

- Charlie?
- What?

You care?

Get on the plane. I'll see you in Geneva,

and have a cup of tea ready.

Bye-bye, Charlie.

Get on the plane. Get on the plane.

I love you, Charlie.

- Hello, Charlie.
- Hello, lads.

- Hello, Charles.
- Hello, Chris.

- Before we leave, Bill?
- Yes, Charles?

I want every one of those tins burned.

I don't want any fingerprints
on anything in the house.

- We're all wearing our gloves, Charlie.
- Yeah, but you can't be too careful.

- Is there a toilet here?
- If you can call it that. It's out the back.

Yeah, well,
wash the handle and the seat.

I don't want any prints on that, either.

Right, here is the crunch.

Do you all know how to get there?

CHRIS: Actually, we can
all read maps, Charles.

The map will be in your head, Chris.
I'm burning this one. Any questions?

Now we've lost the two Jags
and the Aston,

what happens if anything
does go wrong?

Put your gloves on.

Anything else?

- Shall we synchronise our watches?
- Nuts to your watches.

You just be there by quarter to and
don't get stuck in the traffic jam neither.

Anything else?

Right, away you go.

Oh!

One more thing. Just remember this,

in this country
they drive on the wrong side of the road.

(ALL GRUMBLING)

- Bill?
- Yes, Charlie?

- Bill?
- Yes, Charlie?

- Burn this for me, will you?
- Yes, Charlie.

- Bill?
- Yes, Charlie?

- Get rid of this lot.
- Yes, Charlie.

(WOMAN GRUNTING)

(THANKING IN ITALIAN)

(TRAM BELL RINGING)

They're in a trattoria in the city.

They know where to put these, do they?

Yes, you can see the cameras
on the rooftops.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(MAN CHATTERING
IN ITALIAN ON RADIO)

(SIREN WAILING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

- I can't argue...
- I am going in the front.

You are going in the back.

He says he wants to sit up in front
with the driver.

I always get sick in the back.

Listen, if I go in the back I'll get
me migraine, I'll be out like a light.

You... You are not gonna be sick.
You're not gonna have your migraine,

and everybody is gonna sit
in the back of the motor.

Charlie, me in the back of the motor,
with my asthma?

One more word out of you, Arthur...
All right?

All right. Right.
Now, everybody, all your gear in here.

Come on, get your gear out.

(ARTHUR MUTTERING)

Pens, wallets, passports,
photographs of your girlfriend.

I want those cards, as well.
Put them in here.

But I'm going to need these cards,
Charlie.

What do you mean you're gonna
need the... Put them in here!

I want mascots, money, bottle openers.

... in London I was...
- Arthur!

...and the game was up.
All I had to do, all the time...

What?

(FRANK WHISTLING)

- I'm getting in a contact, Charlie.
- Let's hear it. Turn it up.

I'll turn it up.

(MAN CHATTERING IN ITALIAN)

(LAUGHING)

- How about that?
- How about what?

- How about what?
- They've finished loading the gold.

Right, get dressed.

(MAN CHATTERING
ON RADIO IN ITALIAN)

Right, away you go.

Away you go.

(THANKING IN ITALIAN)

Molto bene, Dad.

CHARLIE: Okay, let's go.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING IN ITALIAN)

Can you direct me
to Corso Garibaldi Street?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Bloody foreigners.

Excuse me.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Blimey. Bloody Grand Prix.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

(HORNS BLARING)

- What the devil is happening?
- It's another traffic jam.

- It gets worse every time.
- We've lost the convoy.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(HORNS BLARING)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(HORNS BLARING)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(HORNS CONTINUE BLARING)

(JACKHAMMER POUNDING)

(HORN HONKING)

Any minute now.

It's like the Black Hole of Calcutta
in here.

Shut it, Arthur.

- What are they gabbling about, Franco?
- Complaining about the traffic jam.

Yeah? They'll have something else
to complain about in a minute.

- Keep calm.
- Get off my feet, will you?

(ALL CLAMOURING)

All right! All right! All right!

Get yourselves sorted out and shut up!

No one talks any more, except me.

(HORNS BLARING)

Now! Now! Now! Now! Get in front of it!

Right, put your helmets on.

Hold tight.

Now. Go. Go round. Get in front of it!

(HORNS BLARING LOUDLY)

(GRUNTING)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

Put that bloody water cannon out.

Okay, Bill.

In you come. In you come.

Back! Back! Back!

Hey! Unload! Unload! Unload!

(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Where do you think you're going?
Don't just stand there!

Get on with it! Get on with it!

Get in the car. Just get back up there.
Get back up there.

If anybody comes through there,
hit them.

Get up there. Right.

(BANGING CONTINUES)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(BILL WHISTLING)

Okay, Charlie, that's it.

Right. You, you, you in the Dormobile.

Get in the car.

Get in the Dormobile.

Charlie, get your finger out, will you?

Come on, let's go. Get a move on, then!

Well, look happy, you stupid bastards.

We won, didn't we?

They went thataway.

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

I could eat a horse.

(SHOUTS IN ITALIAN)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

(THANKING IN ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(ORGAN PLAYING WEDDING MARCH)

Good luck.

(MAN EXCLAIMS)

(HORN HONKS)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(HORNS BLARING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(HORNS BLARING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Try putting your foot down, Tony.
They're really getting rather close.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Look out, look out, look out, look out.

It's Charlie. It's Charlie. It's Charlie.

Now, as you go around,
look for that bloody exit.

We can't go round here all night.

- Manzo?
- Yes, sir.

Check the railway station, all trains.

Check all names of passengers

who boarded aeroplanes
at Linate or Malpensa.

This was a big operation.

Those who were engaged in the earlier
part will already have left the town,

- probably by air.
- Yes, sir.

- Check the autostradas.
- But the police will be doing this.

We know who they are, the police don't.
Also, have my plane made ready.

- Yes, sir.
- They can't get out.

Nothing can move in this mess.

If they planned this jam,
they must have planned a way out.

I think you might make an effort
to keep up with the others, Tony.

All right. All right.

Here, make a wish.

Look out. They're behind us.

You better put your foot down,
we'll lose them easy.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SHOUTS IN ITALIAN)

CHARLIE: Hurry up, Dominic.

(LAUGHING) Let's go.

(MEN CHEERING)

Have you heard the news, sir?
They've done it, Mr Bridger.

All the men are yelling for you, sir.
They've done it.

- Done what, Keats?
- The job, sir.

ALL: England!

England!

England!

England!

Get the wheels in line.
Get the wheels in line with it,

and then slam your brakes,
or we'll be in the cabin.

You should've used more speed
on the up, accelerate and...

England!

England!

That's it. Go on now.

England!

England!

Okay, hang on.

- Be very careful.
- Okay.

England!

Right, everybody out.
Start unloading the gold.

England!

England!

England!

Charlie boy?

Now!

Ready, Charlie?

Now!

Ready?

Now!

Okay, out. Out you come.
Out you come.

Leave the beer. Leave the beer. Get in.

Come on.

Okay, William, go!

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

Ooh!

(LAUGHING)

(ALL GRUMBLING)

CHARLIE: Hold still.
Hold still. Hold still. Hold still.

Nobody move.

We're balancing right on the edge.

Very slowly, move this way.

Very slowly.
Don't make a sharp movement.

Come as far up this end as you can get.

Watch it. Watch it. Watch it, Bill.

The gold is pulling it over the edge.
We'll have to get it back.

Get back! Get back!

Now hold still. Don't move.
Don't move at all.

Don't no one get out the door, neither.
Otherwise we'll all go.

Edge back as far as you can go

to counterbalance me. Now...

Hang on a minute, lads.
I've got a great idea.