♪ Questi giorni, quando viene il bel sole ♪
♪ On days like these, when skies are blue ♪
♪ And fields are green ♪
♪ I look around and think about what might have been ♪
♪ And then I hear sweet music float around my head ♪
♪ As I recall the many things we left unsaid ♪
♪ It's on days like these that I remember ♪
♪ Singing songs and drinking wine ♪
♪ While your eyes played games with mine ♪
♪ On days like these I wonder what became of you ♪
♪ Maybe today you're singing songs with someone new ♪
♪ On days like these... On days like these... ♪
♪ Questi giorni, quando viene il bel sole ♪
♪ On days... ♪
Cheerio, lads.
Keep your voice down, Croker! You're not out yet.
- Sorry, sir. - Good luck, Charles.
Bye-bye, Jack.
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."
Well, he's going, Mr. Bridger.
Well, as long as he doesn't come back. That's all I care.
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.
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.
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. - 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.
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.
- Oh, 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. - 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. - Really? Splendid.
The garage bill, sir.
- Yeah? - Well, I'm afraid it's £200.
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 £50 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.
Calling Mr. Williams. Mr. R.J. Williams.
Mr. Williams please come to reception, please...
- Lord Croker. I am expected. - Yes, Your Lordship. Suite 602.
And there's a message.
Thank you.
Hello, Charlie.
Well, shut the door, Charlie. You're gonna cause a terrible draught.
Ladies?
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.
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.
Ah.
Pity.
But that still gives us four hours to kill.
And you still in your widow's weeds.
Mmm.
- 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?
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.
This is the Fiat armoured convoy.
It leaves Turin airport every week.
It never carries less than $4 million.
I think we could take that over, 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 program.
- 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 £15,000.
Hello. Camp 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.
Charlie?
- Right then, Fred, come on. - Wait a minute.
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.
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? - Oh! 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.
- Charlie, it's the law, Charlie. - What'd you tell them?
- Charlie, would I tell them anything? - Of course you would.
- 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.
Get away from me!
- 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? - Your brother. In the home.
Oh, 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.
Well, something quite obscene with Annette.
- A net? - Annette. She was terrified, of course.
- Naturally. - Yes, well. Would you like some tea?
- Eh? - 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?
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?
Mmm.
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. - Oh. 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.
Yoo-hoo!
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.
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...
- ...he does it right. - 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? - Eh?
- 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
You're not thinking of calling it off?
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.
We're ready now to start the service.
...patri et filii et spiritus sancti.
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?
- 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.
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.
- 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, hmm?
Just how are you going to do it?
Oh, excuse me.
Does Mr. Bridger think he can take over Europe from a prison cell?
Huh?
Your car?
Yeah.
Pretty car.
Paid for?
Very funny.
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, café, 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.
May I salute our American cousins,
Signor Francesco Cosca and his lovely wife?
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.
Che cos'è? Le luci...
Candles. Quickly.
Guarda nel cassetto a destra...
Gentlemen, we must assume they are here.
All passengers proceed to gate number five for departure.
Thank you.
Attention, s'il vous plaît, Les passagers pour Alitalia vol...
- 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?
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.
- Bill? - Yes, Charlie?
- Bill! - Yes, Charlie?
- Burn this for me, will you? - Yes, Charlie.
- Oh, Bill? - Yes, Charlie?
- Get rid of this lot. - Yes, Charlie.
- Grazie, signore. - Prego.
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.
Capisco. In cinque minuti lasciano I'aeroporto.
Sgombrate la zona e attenzione macchine
sul percorso Fiat. Richiesta ambulanza
a piazza San Carlo.
Macchina numero 2 presti soccorso...
E lei per chi mi prende? Non mi tocchi! Ha capito? Anche lei.
Mi porti al commissariato. È un maniaco sessuale, ha capito?
Cosa fa lì impalato? Perbacco.
Il commissario lo deve mandare in prigione.
Perché è un maniaco sessuale. Subito, la prego perché adesso...
Mi aiuti, per favore. Non vede che non ci passo? Spinga un pochino.
- 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.
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 up drainpipes... - Arthur!
...and the game was up. All I had to do, all the time...
What?
- I'm getting in a contact, Charlie. - Let's hear it. Turn it up.
I'll turn it up.
Aeroporto controllo riferisce che I'operazione carico è completata.
- How about that? - Controllo traffico riferisce...
How about what?
- Eh? - How about what?
- They've finished loading the gold. - Incidente a piazza San Carlo...
Right, get dressed.
Unità C e D assistenza.
Convoglio Fiat riferisce condizioni normali a meno quattro minuti.
Right, away you go.
Away you go.
Camion ribaltato. Si richiede assistenza
per sgomberare la strada. Assistenza medica non necessaria.
Macchine 10, 12 e 14...
- Grazie. - Molto bene, Dad.
Okay, let's go.
Il convoglio ha lasciato I'aeroporto, va bene?
Va bene.
Can you direct me to Corso Garibaldi Street?
Semplicissimo, signore. Non sono di Torino però Corso Garibaldi lo so.
Lei deve imboccare la via Po, che è là. Guardi.
- Bloody foreigners. - Prende la sinistra...
- Excuse me. - Ma che c'entran gli spaghetti?
Pronto, controllo? Telecamera sei e otto.
Blimey. Bloody Grand Prix.
Ingegnere, ingegnere?
Numero tre, quattro. Controlla, per favore, è urgente.
Emergenza carro attrezzi...
Numero 10, 12...
Ma guardi dove va a finire lei!
- What the devil is happening? - It's another traffic jam.
- It gets worse every time. - We've lost the convoy. Indietro!
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 right! All right! All right!
Get yourselves sorted out and shut up!
No one talks any more, except me.
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!
Oi! Put that bloody water cannon out.
Okay, Bill.
In you come. In you come.
Back! Back! Back!
Hey! Unload! Unload! Unload!
Capitano! Che è successo, capitano?
Tenersi indietro. Non spingere.
Va bene. Quel camion lì, me lo porti fin qui.
Signorsì.
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.
E poi venite subito in macchina con me.
Okay, Charlie, that's it.
Right. You, you, you in the Dormobile.
Get in the car.
Oi! 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.
I could eat a horse.
Che te possino...
Grazie. Le Mini sono state viste fuori delle gallerie.
Avanti adagio. Un sorriso. Grazie.
Good luck.
Dove vai?
Non ci credo.
Fermate tutto.
- Signor comandante. - Fermate tutto.
Sotto. Più sotto. Avvicinati.
Try putting your foot down, Tony. They're really getting rather close.
Dai, passagli dentro. Su, tagliagli la strada.
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.
- Va bene? Va bene? - Sì!
Hurry up, Dominic.
Let's go.
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.
- England! - England!
♪ This is the self-preservation society ♪
♪ Go wash your German bands your boat race, too ♪
♪ Comb your Barnet fair we got a lot to do ♪
♪ Put on your dicky dirt and your Peckham Rye ♪
♪ Cos time's soon hurrying by ♪
♪ Get your skates on, mate Get your skates on, mate ♪
♪ No bib around your Gregory Peck today, eh? ♪
♪ Prop your plates of meat Right on the seat ♪
♪ This is the self-preservation society ♪
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...
- Bridger! - Bridger!
That's it. Go on now.
- Bridger! - Bridger!
♪ Self-preservation society ♪
♪ This is the self-preservation society ♪
Okay, hang on.
- Be very careful. - Okay.
- Bridger! - Bridger!
Right, everybody out. Start unloading the gold.
♪ Self-preservation society ♪
♪ This is the self-preservation society ♪
- Bridger! - Bridger!
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!
♪ This is the self-preservation society ♪
♪ The self-preservation society ♪
♪ Put on your almond rocks and daisy roots ♪
♪ Flash your Hampstead Heath, wear your whistle and flute ♪
♪ Lots of la-di-das and cold pig's ear ♪
♪ Look alive and get into gear ♪
♪ Get your skates on, mate Get your skates on, mate ♪
♪ No bib around your Gregory Peck today, eh? ♪
♪ Drop your plates of meat Right on the seat ♪
♪ This is the self-preservation society ♪
♪ The self-preservation society ♪
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.
♪ This is the self-preservation society ♪
♪ The self-preservation society ♪
♪ Put on your almond rocks and daisy roots ♪
♪ Flash your Hampstead Heath, wear your whistle and flute ♪
♪ Lots of la-di-das and cold pig's ear ♪
♪ Look alive and get out of here ♪
♪ Get your skates on, mate Get your skates on, mate ♪
♪ No bib around your Gregory Peck today, eh? ♪
♪ Drop your plates of meat Right on the seat ♪
♪ This is the self-preservation society ♪
♪ The self-preservation society The self-preservation society