(BIRDSONG)
(TRAIN APPROACHING)
(THUNDERS OVERHEAD) (WHISTLE SOUNDS)
# BILLY STRAYHORN: Take the 'A' Train
(BRAKES SQUEAL AND HISS)
Excuse me.
(SINGS TUNELESSLY) # Bom-da-da-bom-bom, bom-bom-bom...
# Bom-bom-bom... #
(CLUCKS)
(SIGHS)
(RUSTLES PAPER) (STATION WHISTLE SOUNDS)
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!
Cor! (WHISTLES)
Cor blimey!
What is the matter with you? Sexual depravity, loose morals,
fornication. The country's going to the dogs.
What do you think about becoming a Jehovah's Witness?
Any good?
Not really. It's a bit pretentious.
Well, that's the French for you.
Wouldn't catch me reading a French book.
Just as well, now you're a Jehovah's Witness.
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(GENERAL CHATTER)
Five twenty-two. That's the train I get home tonight.
Same carriage. Name's Ron.
Don't be late.
(PHONE RINGS)
Miss Powell, I wonder if you could work late tonight, just till five?
We need to process these orders before the markets open
and I need this done by somebody I can trust.
Yes, Mr Kerslake, I'll do it.
(I'll stay and help, if you like?)
No, that's OK, Gordon. I can manage.
I'll take that for you. Cheers, mate.
You're a bloody shower, Biggsy.
Why do you lug everythin' round in that briefcase?
Never show your hand, not unless you have to.
Flash Harry, that's all you are. (POLISH ACCENT) What is hand show?
Well, say if I was to bump into a bird, Henry,
when I'm on my way to work or something.
Now, I don't want her knowing that I'm a tradesman, do I?
This is logic.
How many birds do you want?
You've always got half a dozen on the go as it is.
Half a dozen and one. That's how many I want. (BOTH CHUCKLE) Tsk!
# JONES AND KAHN: It Had To Be You
Thank you, Miss...
(PANTING)
Ooh!
Wait!
Please... Thank you.
Argh! Ohh!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(ENGINE HISSES)
(SIGHS)
Didn't want to miss me, then?
I saw you running. I thought to myself, 'She's keen.'
I always get this train home.
Where are you getting out? Er... Reigate.
Ooh, there's a bit of luck. Me, too.
Shall we go for a coffee?
# CARMICHAEL: Stardust
We'd better say good night here.
My dad can be a bit... funny about me having friends up at the house.
Good night.
Here, I didn't even get a kiss goodbye!
Will I still see you on Friday?
Don't forget now.
(EXHALES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hi, Mum. You'd better go in there.
(CLOCK TICKS) You're nearly an hour late.
Where were you?
I went for a coffee in Reigate, sir, with a friend.
Which friend? Someone I know from the train. A girl.
You told me to go out and get a job and pay my way, and I did.
Surely I'm allowed a social life, sir?
Are you wearing make-up?
A little bit. I don't know why.
I've told you before, you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
Dad is absolutely furious with you.
He says you're concealing something from him.
Are you? Concealing anything?
Yes.
A man. Hm. I'm going to see a man on Friday.
A tall man who makes me laugh.
And he's got broad shoulders and the most lovely blue eyes.
And he's going to kiss me and hold me in his arms.
(LAUGHS) What are you really going to do on Friday?
(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
..and the salesman clearly thinks I'm some sort of oik, so he says,
'OK, if I let you sit in the car, sonny, will you sling your hook?'
And I said, 'If I buy it, will you sling yours?' (ALL LAUGH)
He bought the bloody thing just to show him up! It's a nice motor.
Tell 'em about the Astor club, Bruce.
All I shall say is it involved a knight of the realm,
a beautiful young lady, and beyond that my lips are sealed.
ALL: Ohh!
Hey, you can't dangle a carrot like that! Biggsy... Biggsy...
Are you going to introduce us?
Gents, this is Charmian.
My round. Same again, everyone? What about you, Charm?
I don't really drink much. Get her a whisky mac.
Right-o.
Bruce. Mwah. Pleased to meet you.
Bloody hell, Biggsy. What? Well, she's not...
like your usual sort. She's a bit of class, Michael, that's what she is.
I'm going up in the world.
You toff! (LAUGHS)
Where's Ronnie taking you tonight? For a drink.
He hasn't got anywhere special planned.
Well, in that case, you must go and listen to some jazz.
Lionel Hampton is playing tonight. My treat.
# LIONEL HAMPTON: Jive at Five
(BOTH GIGGLE)
I think there's more to you than meets the eye, Ronald Biggs.
What do you mean?
Well, for starters, your friend with the glasses, he's a...
Well, there's something a bit... not right about him.
(LAUGHS) Not right?
I think he might be up to no good.
What about me?
I don't know. Probably.
You're not the type of fella my dad would like me to meet, I know that.
That's not necessarily a bad thing, by the way.
You can tell me anything, you know. I won't be shocked.
Have you got a girlfriend? Ohh.
No. Hm.
But er...
I have been in trouble.
I've been to prison a couple of times,
that's where I met Bruce. You're right about that.
And what about now? I'm... a humble carpenter.
Not a very good proposition, am I?
What was that for?
Because you told the truth.
Do you want to see inside my dad's school?
He's headmaster here.
(Come on.)
(GIGGLES)
I was all set to go to university
but I failed my Latin exam by two marks,
so I missed out on a scholarship.
My dad said that he wouldn't support me any more
and I had to get a job. You didn't have to get me drunk tonight.
I'd have let you... you know,
even if I was still sober.
Jesus! I don't think I've ever met anyone like you.
Does that mean you like me? Because I really like you, Ron.
Come 'ere...
# HOAGY CARMICHAEL: The Nearness of You
I'm a silly girl.
# Why do I just wither
# And forget all existence
# When you and your magic pass by... #
(BIRDSONG)
Is Mr Powell at home?
Ronald Arthur Biggs
has a list of petty crimes to his name as long as your arm,
in and out of prison. And this is the type you've been associating with
for the past two months!
He told me all about it. He's decent now, sir. Huh!
He wouldn't know the meaning of the word.
Dishonourably discharged from the Royal Air Force?
That's how decent he is. He works for a living. He's a carpenter.
A carpenter? A common labourer! He's a tradesman. He's very skilled.
He's a jailbird. A bad sort!
As the constable said, a leopard never changes its spots.
Well, I like him and he likes me.
Oh,
does he? Bernard...
If he likes you so much, why is he living with another woman?
I don't believe it.
A Mrs Ivy Peters, from Merstham.
He's been cohabiting with her for the last 18 months,
ever since he got out of his last spell in prison!
You're lying! Tell me he's lying, Mum!
It's all here, dates and details.
She found out he was seeing you and informed the police.
And they very kindly thought a man in my position might like to know
the type of person his daughter was consorting with!
(SOBS)
You can't see him any more, Charm,
not now you know what he's really like.
People around here look up to me.
I can't have them sniggering and pointing behind my back!
(SNIFFS)
But I love him!
Don't speak like that in front of your father.
(TRAIN ANNOUNCEMENT)
What do you think you're doing?!
If you are not home this evening, you will never be welcome...!
Never be welcome in this house again. Understand?!
I wouldn't spend another minute under that roof anyway.
Look, I have your best interests at heart.
This Peters woman informed the police that Biggs...
had a venereal disease!
Is that what you want? Children born with deformities? Congenital idiots?!
No! Get off!
How dare you!
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS) Charmian!
Charmian! Charmian!!
He's a degenerate!!
What will become of you?!!
(GENERAL CHATTER)
I got Mum to pack an extra one. Fancy going to the park for lunch?
No, Gordon. I'll buy you an ice cream in Lyons.
They've got a new flavour, black cherry - I don't want to!
Suit yourself.
(RINGS)
Hello?
The clap? Is that what Ivy's been saying? (LAUGHS) Shh!
Don't believe a word of it.
You know it's just spite because I told her about you.
Look, it's true, I am living with her, but I didn't lie.
She's not my girlfriend.
I only live with her because I have to, under the terms of my probation.
My folks wouldn't have anything to do with me, and she offered me a room.
She's Bruce's friend. Do you sleep with her? (SIGHS)
I did, occasionally, in lieu of the rent. But she means nothing to me.
How can she mean nothing if you've slept with her? Well, with Ivy it's just like...
sinking into a comfortable old armchair.
(LAUGHS)
Come on, Charm,
I'm crazy about you...
Well, I can't go home,
not if I keep on seeing you.
I brought a bag of clothes with me.
I had this daft idea we could run away together and be free.
It's a stupid idea. I should go home and suffer the consequence -
Let's do it. My mate has a car.
We could be hundreds of miles away by tonight. Do you really mean it?
We've got no future with you at home. We could sleep in the same bed.
We wouldn't be doing much sleeping. Ron, do you love me? Cos I love you.
Come on now, don't go all sentimental on me. We've got problems.
What? Money. I haven't got any. I don't suppose you have, either?
We've got to have something to live on, Charm.
It can't be all thin air and lovemaking.
This place you work at, it's a bullion dealers, right? Yes.
They've got to have plenty of cash lying about, haven't they?
Ron, no, I couldn't possibly! They've been so good to me.
Don't be naive. No, Ron, please!
If you wanna be with me, you can't act like a frightened little girl.
Now, if you can't do this thing for us,
you may as well go back home tonight and we accept it's over.
(TIN SQUEAKS)
Put that in the safe, please, Miss Powell.
Yes, Mr Kerslake. (KEYS JANGLE)
(PHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE)
(HEELS CLACK)
(KEYS JANGLE)
(DOOR SQUEAKS)
(CLUNK!)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
OK, what's going on?
Why are you acting so...
weird?
What you doing?
(Charmian?)
I'm going away, Gordon. Whether you tell Mr Kerslake about this or not,
it won't make any difference.
Gordon, I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I've found somebody.
Where are you going? Away from this place, from everything.
That's what I want, Gordon. To be free.
(I'm sorry.)
Well, you'd better get on with it.
Kerslake won't be down for another ten minutes. (LAUGHS)
Goodbye, Gordon.
I won't forget you, Charmian.
Ahh!
(GIGGLES) More?
(LAUGHS) Good girl. Bloody hell, we're rolling in it!
That's er... two hundred and twenty-eight pounds,
ten shillings. 'Ere,
that should keep us going for a bit. (WHOOPS AND SOUNDS HORN) Shut up!
You want the Old Bill to hear us? Let's get moving.
What's going to happen when they find out it's missing?
(STARTS ENGINE) You can't worry about that.
You've gotta look forward.
The future's full of possibilities; the past will only drag you down.
(SHOP BELL JANGLES)
(GIGGLES) Run.
Finally! I got one.
It's only rolled gold. If we're going to rent somewhere, it'd look better.
(SOUNDS HORN) Just a minute, Mike.
Here, give me your finger.
I now pronounce us man and wife. (GIGGLES)
Welcome to the family, Mrs Biggs.
Be Bop A-bloody-Lula! (GIGGLES)
Go on, in you get.
# GEORGE AND IRA GERSHWIN: Embraceable You
How long will you be staying, Dr Marsh?
Ohh, a couple of weeks at least. Ooh.
Oh, if you could just sign there, please.
(POSH ACCENT) I've been suffering from ill health lately. We saw your ad in the classifieds.
So I've come down here to recuperate. My wife loves it, don't you, darling?
Yes. I used to come here as a little girl.
Well, that'll be two pounds, 12 shillings deposit, please.
Of course.
I'll say good night then, Dr Marsh. Thank you, Mrs Greaves.
And I'll be just down the hallway if you need anything. All right.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(GIGGLES)
Mm... Mm...
Mmmm...
(TAP ON WINDOW) Uh-uh.
(BOTH GIGGLE)
I'd better let him in.
(URGENT TAPPING)
(WIND HOWLS)
Get off! (LAUGHS)
It's bloody brass monkeys out there!
Keep it down, will ya? We don't want old nose ointment snooping around.
I parked the motor round the corner, out of sight.
Got any beer? Hm. Who's on the settee?
(SEAGULLS CALL)
She died when I was 14, my mum did.
God bless her, she was a good mum.
Then Dad married Mrs Ellis, and I was surplus to requirements.
She had this son, Vic, the same age as me.
I never got a look-in.
Not that I want any sympathy. Get on with it, that's my philosophy.
I don't go for all this 'woe is me' business.
Well, I'll love you, Ron. You just leave it to me.
Doughnuts?
Charm? Thank you.
Just been into town, giving it the once over.
Favourite is a little chemist's on this corner parade,
easy get in round the back. Not even any bars on the window.
You're not going to rob it? What else do you think we're gonna do? Buy some talcum powder? (LAUGHS)
Ron, it was one thing taking that money from work.
I wasn't expecting to go on some sort of crime spree.
Come on, that 200's not going to last forever.
And we can't go back, can we?
I've broken my parole and, well, you're a fugitive.
25,
six,
seven,
eight,
and ten shillings.
I really ought to go to the police.
I would be very, very grateful if you didn't, Mr Kerslake.
The repercussions would be severe.
I have the school to think of.
How is Charmian, sir?
So, what are we talking about?
Perfume, cameras, films, lipsticks, nail varnish.
My man in London'll take anything like that.
OK, we do this tonight, then we move on to the next town.
But about her ladyship? If you ask me,
the first time Old Bill comes near her she'll start flappin' her gums. I don't trust her.
Haven't you filled your boots yet? Can't you weigh her out?
Toffee-nosed little madam she is...
Aargh! Charmian!
Argh! Argh! Stop! Stop! Argh!
Charmian! Get off me! Calm down! Leave him alone!
(SOBS) (GRUNTS)
Don't you ever do anything like that again. Mike's my friend.
I won't have you behaving like a prima donna.
Mm!
(SLAMS DOOR)
She's bad news, Biggsy. She stays. We're a pair.
Get that into your thick skull!
(CLOCK TICKS)
(MUFFLED VOICES)
(WINDOW SLIDES OPEN)
(BANGS SHUT)
(WIND WHISTLES AND SEAGULLS CALL)
(DOOR OPENS)
(METALLIC SCRAPING)
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Dr Marsh?
(KNOCKS) Hello?
Oh, Dr Marsh,
there's a policeman. Wants to talk to you.
A policeman? Of course. Let me just get my jacket.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(DOOR OPENS)
Dr Marsh? Yes.
I'm making some enquiries about a robbery at a chemist's last night.
Why would I know anything about it?
A car we have linked to the robbery was seen parked in this vicinity two days ago.
I understand you're a temporary resident here?
I'm taking a short break with my wife.
Could I take down some details, sir? Purely routine. Well, if you must.
Home address? 27 Amber Road, London SW15.
And the name of a reference at your practice?
Really? Look, Dr Lewis is my partner. He can be reached on Putney 4501.
Now, if you've finished, I find all this quite insulting.
I'm here to recuperate. It's just procedure, sir.
(DOOR OPENS)
We're gonna do a runner. What's happened? I've just fed the Old Bill a load of bull.
We've got half an hour before he finds out none of it stands up and they come after us. Get dressed.
(GROANS)
OK, love. Come on, I've got you.
Agh! Are you OK? Yeah.
Where are you going? To get the motor. They'll be looking for it. This way.
(PANTING)
Sod this for a game of soldiers.
First town we hit, I'm nicking a car.
Great(!) We can add that to our list of crimes.
You wanna walk back to London?! (DISTANT VOICES) Shh!
Why keep digging a bigger hole for ourselves?! Shh! (DOGS BARK)
Yeah, we've got a scent! Bugger it!
Come on, let's get moving.
Charm, are you up for this?
Come on.
(DOGS BARK) Come on, boy!
Go on, go on!
Keep going, Charm!
Go! Go! Follow me down to the ridge!
Agh!
Ohh!
(DOG SNARLS) Come on, Charm!
I can't go on any further. You go on with Mike.
Come on, Biggsy, they're gaining on us. (DOGS BARK)
No, you go. We'll take our chances.
Well, you can have that.
Right, come this way.
(BARKING) This way, Peter!
The dogs can't follow us through water.
(POLICEMEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)
Hide here. They can't see us from up there.
(Ssh.)
(DOGS BARK CONTINUALLY)
This way! Where's he gone?!
They're down here! Down by the stream!
(POLICEMEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)
Spread out now!
They've gone down there.
You're gonna freeze to death, Charm. All right, we're down here!
Just keep the dogs away from us. Someone get a blanket for her.
Come here. Come on, come on.
Come here, come here.
Come here, come here, come here.
It's all right, it's all right.
Name and number? Prisoner 391, Powell, ma'am.
Get undressed.
(DOOR SLAMS IN DISTANCE)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(WOMAN SHOUTS IN DISTANCE) (DOOR CLUNKS)
Knickers, too.
Come on, your fanny's not your own in here, girlie.
Hm. (PING!)
(GASPS)
Tell me about the chemist's shop.
Stand guard outside for them, did you? That's conspiracy to rob.
Lover boy's going away for a long time, you can be sure of that.
And to a long list of offences we can now add abduction.
What do you mean?
You're not 21. We've spoken to your father,
he's confirmed he did not give his permission for you to be with him.
So, that all adds up to abduction. Ron did not abduct me!
I persuaded him to come with me.
And he had nothing to do with that money I took - What money?
Nothing, I'm confused.
(LOUD THUD!) It doesn't pay to mess me about!
I can find a cell in this place,
throw you in there and leave you to rot! (SOBS)
You can cry and scream all you like! Nobody'll hear you!
You don't wanna be in here, a nice girl like you.
You wanna be back home with your mum and dad, don't you?
Then all you've gotta do is help me with a few
questions, and I can arrange that.
(SNIFFS)
I don't know what you're talking about.
Ron didn't break in anywhere. I was with him the whole time.
# JIMMY McHUGH AND DOROTHY FIELDS: Don't Blame Me
(Will you wait for me?) (Forever.)
Will the defendants please rise.
Ronald Biggs, you have been found guilty of these offences,
and it is now my duty to pass sentence.
Taking account of the breach of your original probation order,
you will go to prison for two and a half years.
(RATTLES)
Thank you for paying back the money I took.
I'll repay you as soon as I can, sir.
'Charmian Powell,
these are the first offences for which you've been brought before a court.
Bearing this in mind,
I make you the subject of a probation order for two years.
The terms of your order
shall require that you reside at the family home.
It is my sincere hope...
that we never see you before a court again.
(RATTLES OVERHEAD)
It's just a stock records clerk but the people seem nice,
and it's in Redhill so I won't have to pay the fares into London.
I'm trying to save for when you come out.
An old boy on my wing has agreed to take letters for me
in exchange for snout. He's not going to read them?
The screws read them anyway. Yes, but it's...
personal. (LAUGHS) I'll make sure he doesn't.
Here, we don't want him having a heart attack, do we? (LAUGHS)
Speaking of which... Oh, Ron, do I have to? You bet.
That'll have to do you. (EXHALES DEEPLY)
It's torture, Charm,
having you so close, not being able to do anything about it.
(BELL RINGS) Oh, that's it? All right, time's up.
A week's wages to get here, all for half an hour.
I suppose you're worth it.
You'll never know how much it means to me, to have you visit me.
To know you're waiting for me.
No-one's ever done that for me before.
I love you, Charm.
Now don't go all sentimental on me. (LAUGHS)
I'd better put some clothes on before I freeze to death.
See you next month. Bye, love.
(MUFFLED, ANGRY VOICES)
(DOOR OPENS)
Gillian,
back upstairs with the boys. Why can't I stay here? I'm not a kid.
Just go away, will you?! You're so annoying.
Muriel, would you tell the jailbird
that I will not give her my permission to marry the criminal.
Over my dead body!
You're going to have to wait till you're 21, Charm.
I thought he might say that, so you'd better tell him I'm pregnant.
What?! If he doesn't sign that form, I'll challenge him in the courts.
Then two things will happen. First, when a woman is pregnant and the man is willing to marry her,
the judge will always come down on their side.
And second, it'll be all over the local papers again.
Does he really want that?
(SLAMS DOOR)
Take it out to him, Mum, he'll sign it.
I don't know what the world is coming to, I really don't.
Bloody hell, I'm glad I'm on your side.
(GIGGLES)
I promise you,
from now on I'm on the straight and narrow.
I'm never going back inside, Charm.
If you do, there can't be any future between us.
I won't spend my whole life waiting for you.
ALL: Congratulations!
Congratulations.
Mr and Mrs Biggs! (GIGGLES)
# A heart full of joy
# And gladness
# Will always banish sadness and strife
# So always look for the silver lining...
OK, this way, please.
# And try to find... One, two, three, four!
# The sunny side of life! # (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(THWACK!)
Here you go, lads, tea break. Oh, thanks, Peter.
Had any winners lately? You're joking, aren't ya?
The ones I back are only good for the glue factory. (LAUGHS)
I take my hat off to you, you're doin' a grand job.
Only been going for two months but haven't had many complaints so far. Not my game, this sort of thing.
40 years on the trains I was. Drove 'em from one end of the country to the other.
Couldn't so much as put a shelf up. Ron, it's the hospital!
Your wife's gone in to have the baby. No panic.
We had a false alarm last week. 'Phantom contractions.'
Plenty of time to finish off here. She said you'd say something like that.
She said to say - excuse my French - 'bloody well get your arse up here'.
You'd best get up there, mate.
Yeah, wish me luck!
(BABY COOS)
Aren't you going to say hello?
(SOBS)
It's your own flesh and blood.
Someone who needs you.
That's all you ever needed, Ron. A family.
Hello, mate. (LAUGHS)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Mum. I'm sorry it's taken so long.
But we've come to see the baby. And... Dad doesn't know about it.
(GIGGLES)
Here he is. (GASPS)
His name's Handsome Harry. (LAUGHS)
There you go. His name's Nicholas. These are lovely, Mum.
Dad caught her knitting one night and he was furious with her.
How is old Bernard, Moo? Oh, he's all right, I suppose.
He's spending a lot more time at the church these days.
He took me to Billy Graham the other week.
And were you saved? Very good of him to come over from America, Mr Graham,
just to save 'our-souls'. (TITTERS AND GIGGLES)
(ALL GIGGLE)
Come on, Gillian, let's give Nick-Pops a bath.
There's a good boy. Look at you.
He loves bath time, don't you?
Well, I must say,
Ron's proved your father wrong.
He had him down as a waster... and a thief.
He looks after me, Mum. He's truly a different person.
He's got weeks and weeks of work booked up
and he's always buying the baby things.
In fact, he's made such a good job of being a dad
that I've decided to give him another go.
(GIGGLES)
Oh, I'm...
I'm pleased for you, Charm. Really, I am.
Do you think Dad'll come round one day? To see his grandsons?
I wouldn't build your hopes up, love.
He's a very stubborn man,
like his daughter.
Mm.
(LETTERBOX RATTLES)
Bye-bye, sherby dabs. Mwah!
What's up? It's from the landlords.
They want to sell the house. Asking price, £4,000.
They say we've got first refusal,
but we need to find a deposit of £400.
I can't lay my hands on it, love, not right now.
I would if people'd pay their bills on time, but every penny is tied up in the business.
But this is our home.
I love this house - all the work we've done getting it nice.
I can't face uprooting, Ron, not with another baby on the way.
Hey, hey, hey, it's OK. Don't worry. (SNIFFS)
I'll get the money somehow.
Hey, shh, shh, shh.
Don't cry.
Shh...
(RINGS DOORBELL)
Bruce.
Ronnie! (LAUGHS) Over here, mate. I won't be a minute.
(BABY COOS) (TALKS TO HIMSELF)
It's a gruesome business. (BABY CRIES)
I've managed to divest him of the offending article,
but installing a new one is proving trickier than anticipated. (LAUGHS)
I don't know, where did it all go wrong?
(CRIES LOUDLY)
So how long's it been? A couple of years?
Well, it's four, I think.
Well, I'm pleased things worked out with you and Charmian.
How's the building trade?
Yeah, well, um, look, I'll be straight with you, Bruce.
I need to borrow some money.
It's for the deposit on our house. I couldn't think who else to turn to.
How much do you need? 400 quid.
I'm sorry, Ron, I can't give it to you.
Well, fair enough. No.
I can't give it to you because I haven't got it.
All my money's tied up in a job I'm planning.
What I can give you is a place on that job.
It's a big one, Ron.
I daresay we could use an extra pair of hands.
If I asked the others, I'm sure they'll cut you in. (LAUGHS)
No. No, I appreciate it, Bruce, but I've put all that behind me now.
(DOOR OPENS) Bruce, can you take him? Is he ready for his bottle now?
(CRIES) Are you hungry? It's OK.
(DING-DING)
(CAR APPROACHES)
(BABY CRIES) (CREAKS)
(RATTLES)
(AEROPLANE NOISES)
There you go. (LOUD CRIES)
Pick that baby up! You can see I'm up to my elbows in here!
All right, all right!
Shh... (STOPS CRYING)
What's got into Mummy today? Every day I think the bailiffs are gonna turn up and throw us out.
They won't. Even if they do, we'll find somewhere else.
I don't want to live anywhere else! I had a look at places yesterday.
All you can get for what we can afford is rising damp and an outside toilet.
I want my own house.
Look, I've tried to get the money, Charm, honest I have!
Something'll come up, love. Shh. (BABY STARTS CRYING)
(ENGINE PURRS)
(DOORBELL RINGS) Charmian.
Hello, Bruce.
This is my wife Frances.
Hello. And this is happy chap is our little Nicky. (SOBS)
Come on, fella. Come in.
Can't you be a bit more welcoming? I'm being polite, aren't I?
It's just a social visit.
I told you, all that... stuff with Bruce is behind me now.
He just said we should see more of each other, now we're both fathers.
Hey? Mwah!
Hm?
Stop.
Here you go! Ah, about time. Grab those, mate. Thank you very much.
You know, I could almost go for this, mate.
You've got yourself a nice, steady life here, drowning in domestic bliss.
I wouldn't mind the pad in London, the champagne, the flash motors.
You know me, Ronnie, I have expensive tastes.
Ron, you have a visitor.
Peter! How are you, mate? Sit down, have a beer.
I won't, thanks. I can see you've got company.
I just popped by to give little Nicky this.
It's a replica of the first one I ever drove.
Nick, come and see what Uncle Peter's got for you.
Here you are, mate. What do you say? A new train. Thank you!
You're very welcome.
Aren't you going to introduce us? Sorry, er... this is Peter.
I did some work for him. Peter, this is Bruce, a friend of mine.
Nice to meet you, Peter. So you're retired? Yeah.
What routes did you used to do? I did the express trains.
All over the country. Loved it.
Fascinating. It's a particular interest of mine, the railways.
Don't get me started on that.
I could talk about that all night. You certainly could.
Anyway, I won't keep you. Well, thanks very much, Peter.
'Ere, we'll try and go for a pint next week. If you're buying. (LAUGHS)
You know that job I was telling you about?
We need a train driver. Badly.
If you could turn him, I'd make it worth your while.
I don't know. Like I said, I'm out of it now.
And I've promised Charmian.
How much?
40 grand. Each. 40 grand?!
Like I said, it's a big job.
He'll have to be able to drive an English Electric Type 3000.
I'm sure he's said he's driven them all. Is he bona?
He knows I've been inside. We got talking one day.
If he does come in, he stays in. No backing out. He'd know too much,
and some of the other gentlemen involved wouldn't take too kindly.
Yeah. Same goes for you, Ron.
Lunch is ready. Right-o.
(HAMMERING SOUND)
There you are, mate.
Cheers.
What is it, lad? You're a bag of nerves tonight. Look at you.
I... It's the house.
We're being kicked out if I can't find this deposit.
I don't know, I just feel as if I'd let Charm and the boys down.
You can only do your best.
Anything else you got to leave to divine intervention.
(TILL RINGS)
What would you be prepared to do, Peter,
to get the money you needed to dig yourself out of a hole?
Depends how much money I needed and what I had to do to get it.
What about...
if it was 40 grand on offer?
(EXHALES)
I'd be prepared to do quite a lot for that.
Even if it was wrong, this thing you had to do?
I've worked all my life, Ron, paid all my taxes, brought my kids up,
buried my Mum and Dad, and what did I get at the end of it?
A gold watch and 15 bob a week pension. Huh.
If I had the chance to get my hands on that sort of dough,
I'd think about it very hard, mate. Very hard indeed.
(SEAGULLS CALL)
You'll be away for your birthday.
We haven't spent a night apart since you got out of prison.
Well, it's only for a week, and we can celebrate when I get back.
I have no way of reaching you in Wiltshire.
And you don't know anything about tree felling. What if you get hurt?
(GIRLS GIGGLE) It'll be a nice few quid towards the deposit.
That house will be sold from under our feet before we get that deposit. Had a good enough look?
They're right in front of me! I'm just teasing. (SIGHS)
You don't have to look. You don't have to give in to temptation every time. Going to get a paper.
You got one this morning. Afternoon paper.
Ice creams for everybody, then.
(LAUGHTER AND GENERAL CHATTER)
Look.
I've won! Charm! Charm, I've won!
Look, I've won! Won what?
I had a little bet earlier. A double!
You did what? We've got no money! Hold on.
The first horse came in at 5-1, it went on Dameon in the two-twenty and he came in at 10-1.
I've won! How much?
500 quid. I've won 500 bloody quid!
(LAUGHS) That's enough for the deposit on the house!
Oh, thank you, Lord! Now you won't need to go to Wiltshire.
I can't pull out now. Don't be silly, just tell them you can't make it.
No, no, I can't do that, love.
You know, I've given them my word, haven't I? Mwah!
Come on, let's go and find a pub and celebrate.
Here, I tell you what,
go out next week and get a new washing machine on tick.
What's that one you want? Bendix? Automatic?
Go out and buy one, love. We can afford it.
I can't believe it!
The train leaves Glasgow at 6:50.
When it stops at Carlisle,
our man will be there to give it the once over.
We then call him from a phone box just up the road,
and he tells us if the load's big enough for the hit.
The bridge is only 30 minutes away,
and we're nicely out of the way, tucked back off the main road.
How's Dad? I'm having a smashing time.
It's lovely out here in the country. Right.
On the way there we wear army fatigues on top,
so if we're stopped we say we're an army unit on exercise. Track side,
we strip down to the boiler suits and we look like workmen.
And this is home for the next two days. Looks nice.
Don't get attached. It'll be burnt to the ground when we leave.
Charlie. Bruce.
Gordon. Ugly to his mates.
Buster wants you. I'll have mine rare, Bob.
(GENERAL CHATTER)
Ah, Bruce... Buster, you know Ron.
And this is his friend Peter, our train driver.
Nice to meet you, pop. Bruce, can I have a word, please?
It all looks very organised, Ron.
Not leaving anything to chance, are they?
(MOTORBIKE APPROACHES)
(DOORHANDLE RATTLES)
No go. (SIGHS) Our man says it ain't carrying enough tonight.
It's OK. We knew we might have to wait.
Tomorrow it is, then.
Come on, out you go. Wait there, please.
(PHONE RINGS)
Nicky, stay with your brother.
Hello?
Jack's wife?
Winnie, yes, sorry, of course I remember. How are you both?
Oh, dear.
I'm so sorry.
(RECEIVER DINGS)
(STARTS ENGINE)
(THUNDERS PAST)
It's on. We go tonight.
It's taken on a load of extra mailbags at Carlisle.
It's a few hours till the train reaches Sears Crossing. Don't leave anything to chance. Right-o.
No knives, no guns. Good luck, boys.
Let's go, mate.
Come on, then!
Ronald Biggs is his name.
His brother Jack has died. I'm trying to reach him to let him know.
Yes, that's right, he's on a tree felling job.
I don't have an exact address - just somewhere near Devizes.
Well, yeah, I rang my local police.
They told me to try Wiltshire Constabulary.
Yes, OK, thank you.
Yes, I'll let you know if he calls. Goodbye.
(THUNDERS PAST)
(WHIRRS)
(RATTLES)
(ROARS OVERHEAD)
# Look for the silver lining
# Whenever a cloud appears in the blue
# Remember, somewhere the sun is shining
# And so the right thing
# To do is make it shine for you
# A heart full of joy and gladness... #
subtitles by Deluxe