Cheerio, lads!
Keep your voice down, Croker. You're not out yet.
- Sorry, sir. - Toodle-oo, Charles.
- Bye-bye,Jack. - Remember me to the old woman!
- I will, Harry, I will. - Say hello to the big world for me.
Bye-bye.
Good-bye, Mr. Bridger.
Did you hear that?
- He said, ''Good-bye, Mr. Bridger.'' - Well, he's going, Mr. Bridger.
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!
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.
Can you see me sitting there, holding your hands across the table...
with all those weeping wives around with their howling kids?
And 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 shirtmaker 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, though I do believe you've put on weight.
Yes, well, I've been in America, you see.
- It's the bread in the hamburgers. - Is that so?
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, 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 favor.
Shorten the sleeves, will you? 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. Thought I'd lost you for a second.
I was just thinking, maybe it needs a little more air...
through the second carburetor.
- Do you think so? - Listen.
Yes, maybe you're right. All right, I'll--
No. I'll do it. Just stay there.
Would you open the bonnet for me, please?
Ah, thank you.
Now I wonder if you'd hold this for me.
- The bonnet. - Oh, yes, of course.
Thank you.
- Didn't quite-- - Yes. There we are.
You want me to just hold here?
- There we are. - Now...
- Yes, I can-- - How are you doing?
I can see what's wrong. It's very, very small.
I don't know. No, it's all right. Leave it. Leave it.
- Shall I-- - You shut it and I'll lock it off.
Thank you.
- How are you doing? - It's a little tight.
I daresay. 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.
- Yes, shooting tigers. - Oh, really? That's splendid.
- The garage bill, sir. - Yes.
Well, I'm afraid it's ��200.
But of course, if you insist, we can charge it.
Oh, no, no. Please, please.
There's a bounty for shooting tigers, you know.
- Well, there's no-- - Fifty pounds a head.
Really, there's no need to--
These are wrapped in little bundles of 200.
- There's no need to pay-- - That's quite all right.
Yes, you must have shot an awful lot of tigers, sir.
Yes. I used a machine gun.
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'll cause a terrible draft.
Ladies?
- Hello, Charlie! - Love you, 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.
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 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 a.m.
Pity.
But that still gives us four hours to kill.
And you still in your widow's weeds.
Charlie Croker, I am dead.
- Hello, Roger. - So I've arranged for my widow...
to deliver some material to you in England.
Yes. I got it.
There you must find the backing to do thejob.
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.
$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 armored 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 Center.
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 paralyzed...
and then you will have a chance to ambush the convoy.
Very nice.
Now, Charlie, first you neutralize the TVcameras...
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 thejam. - 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 now blocked 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 at Brighton so far is ��1 5,000.
- 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, but, Freddie, this job is big.
You wouldn't even know how to spell ''big.''
B-I-G. Big.
Now, then, Butch Harry, tell us about Fulham.
Well, now, Fulham, bit dodgy at the moment.
And how are you? How do you feel about an outing?
Hazel. Hazel, my lovely.
Out you come. Come on, me lovely.
There you are. It's a long time since you've seen the night life.
Now, I hope I didn't forget to bring my torch.
Where is 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.
You've been bribed to upset my natural rhythm and ruin my health.
No, Mr. Bridger. This is important.
$4 million. Europe, the common market.
Italy, the Fiat car factory.
This is my toilet.
Please. Just read it, Mr. Bridger.
- Get out. - You all right, Mr. Bridger?
You all right?
He's all right.
I can always take it to the Americans.
They're people who recognize 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...
which to an Englishman are sacred.
Well, I've apologized, Bridger.
And so you should have because 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, uh...
did you happen to recognize 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. - Do you, Keats?
That's very imaginative of you.
Sir, I've got you the two volumes of the Anglo-American trade...
and U.K. balance of payments, 1 966 and '67.
And I've also brought you the Illustrated London News.
- For why, Keats? For why? - There's a picture of the queen in it.
That's good of you.
- Sir? - Keats?
I often wonder whether one day you'll 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 noticed that mob in ''E'' block are not standing at 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.
- Right then, Fred. Come on! - Wait a minute.
Take your filthy clothes too!
He's my man, it's 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. 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. - I didn't get a chance to enjoy it.
I didn't today, neither, coming in here, causing a fracas.
- Ask me where I've been! - You've been with the law.
Yeah. They got me for taking the ambassador's car...
and they got me for not even paying the hotel bill.
- You deserted me, Charlie! - Don't come here all moody.
- You know how the game's played. - You left me to my fate, Charlie.
- The usual one? - 24 hours in a cell was humiliating!
How did you get out?
The ambassador from Pakistan was a very sweet man...
and the hotel manager was very nice.
Lorna, I knew you'd be all right.
No thanks to you, I can tell you that!
- Lorna, I was busy! - Oh, so I see!
- So I came in here and saw! - Lorna, did you hear?
If you don't think I need it, then you're wrong!
- It's the law, Charlie! - What'd you tell them?
- 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 fella with no trousers on, would you?
Okay, then put 'em on.
- Have you seen Croker? - Yes, Mr. Bridger.
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 realize is...
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 delivery.
England versus Italy.
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.
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.
- You mean, he's-- - Oh, 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?
- Pardon? - Serious, was it?
- What? - Your brother, in the home.
Oh, yes, I'm afraid it was quite serious.
Isn't 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.
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. - Oh, good.
Excuse me a minute.
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?
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...
2 7 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 myself. It's cooperation, you see?
She's a big woman, you know.
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?
- Oh, 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. - The what?
- Look out the window at my car. - Car?
- What car? - Down there.
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 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.
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 gonna 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.
Putting the jib on.
Don't just stand there doing nothing. Get on with something.
- I'm seeing he does it right. - Get on with it then.
Rozzer's having trouble with his differential.
- Tell him to hurry up. - Hurry up.
- Dippers for the continent. - The other way around.
- Are they quartz iodide? - Yeah, that's right.
All right.
We couldn't afford the gold yet, so we're using lead.
Will it take the weight? Take the weight?
- Yeah, right, Charlie. - Will it take the weight?
Yeah, it's all right, Charlie.
- Mind your face, Charles. - How is everything, all right?
- Okay, but I don't like the color. - Beautiful. Beautiful.
Beautiful. Carry on.
Does he really need all this equipment?
He says he does.
You're meant to use your brakes, Chris.
Terribly sorry, Charles.
- How many cars you 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 must be completed inside of three minutes.
Apart from knocking over a few old dears, I think we can manage it.
Now, you all understand what you 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've gotta make a quick getaway.
Correct. Now it's 1 21 0.
The bullion van will be entering the piazza...
and will be forced slowly towards the center.
It's the old over and under routine.
First you 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.
Oh, sorry, Charlie. Piazza.
Now, the Land Rover is in the piazza.
And we come in right behind the 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. - 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.
Croker, you are about to take...
a half 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? - 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.
Who's that lot over there?
The drivers.
They're the lot that smashed up my cars.
Practice makes perfect, Mr. Bridger.
You pick 'em, 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. Keep the speed down.
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 down 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?
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?
Oh, excuse me.
Does Mr. Bridger think he can take over Europe...
from a prison cell?
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, cafe, ice-cream parlor...
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 cousin...
Signor Francesco Cosca and his lovely wife.
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.
Gentlemen, we must assume they are here.
You'll need your passport directly after the tickets.
Now, as you walk out to the plane, look neither to the right or 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.
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.
You see that lot out there?
If we slip up, they'll tear us apart.
And I don't want you involved anymore.
- What? - You care?
Get on the plane.
I'll see you in Geneva. 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 tin burned.
I don't want any fingerprints on anything in the house.
- We're all wearing our gloves. - But you can't be too careful.
Is there a toilet here?
If you can call it that. It's out in the back.
Wash the handle and the seat. I don't want any prints on that.
Right.
Here is the crutch.
- Do you all know how to get there? - We can all read maps, Charles.
The map will be in your head. 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 synchronize 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?
Burn this for me, will you?
Yes, Charlie.
Oh, Bill?
- Yes, Charlie? - Get rid of this lot.
Yes, Charlie.
- They're in a trattoria in the city. - They know where to put these?
Yes, and you can see the cameras on the rooftops.
I am going in the front! You are going in the back!
- He says he wants to sit in front! - I always get sick in the back.
If I go in the back, I'll get me migraine. I'll be out like a light.
You won't be sick, you won't have your migraine...
and everybody will sit in the back of the motor.
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.
- What? Why? - I want those cards as well.
- Put them in here. - I'm gonna need these cards.
What do you mean? Put them in here!
I want mascots, money, bottle openers.
- Arthur. - The game was up.
All I had to do, all the time, I--
What?
- I'm getting a contact, Charlie. - Let's hear it. Turn it up.
I'll turn it up.
How about that?
How about what?
- Eh? - How about what?
They finished loading the gold.
Right. Get dressed.
Right. Away you go.
Away you go.
Let's go.
Can you direct me to Caso Garibaldi Street?
Bloody foreigners.
Bloody Grand Prix.
What the devil is happening?
It's another traffic jam. It gets worse every time.
We've lost the convoy.
Any minute now.
It's like the black hole of Calcutta in here.
Shut it, Arthur.
- What are they gabbling about ? - Complaining about the traffic jam.
They'll have something else to complain about in a minute.
- Keep calm. - Get off my feet, will ya?
All right, all right, all right!
Get yourselves sorted out and shut up.
No one talks anymore except me.
Now! Now! Now!
Now! Get in places!
Put your helmets on.
Hold tight.
Now! Get in front of it!
Put that bloody water cannon out!
Okay, Bill!
Back! Back! Back! Unload! Unload!
Unload!
Where do you think you're going? Don't just stand there!
Get on with it!
Get in the car! Get back up there!
- Okay, Charlie, that's it! - Right.
You, you and you, in the Dormobile. Get in the car.
Get in the Dormobile!
Get your finger out.
Come on. Get a move on!
Well, look happy, you stupid bastards.
We won, didn't we?
They went thataway.
I could eat a horse.
Good luck!
Try putting your foot down, Tony. They're really getting rather close.
Look out! Look out! It's Charlie! It's Charlie!
Now as you go around, look for that bloody exit.
We can't go around here all night.
- Manzo. - Yes, sir.
Check the railway station, all trains.
Check all names of passengers...
who boarded airplanes at Linanto 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 them. The police don't.
- Also, have my plane ready. - Yes, sir.
Guido, they can't get out. Nothing can move in this mess.
If they planned this jam, they must have planned a way out.
You might make an effort to keep up with the others, Tony.
All right.
Here. Make a wish.
They're behind us. You better put your foot down. We'll lose 'em easy.
Hurry up, Dominic.
Let's go.
Have you heard the news, sir? They've done it, Mr. Bridger.
The men are yelling for you, sir. They've done it.
- Done what, Keats? - The job, sir.
Get the wheels in line. Get the wheels in line with it!
And slam your brakes on, or we'll be in the cabin.
You should have used more speed on the up, accelerate and--
Go on.
Hang on.
Be very careful.
Right. Everybody out. Start unloading the gold.
Charlie boy.
Now!
Ready, Charlie?
Now!
Ready.
Now!
Okay, out. Out. Out.
Leave the beer! Leave the beer!
Get in!
Come on!
Okay, William, go!
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 coun--
to counterbalance me.
Hang on a minute, lads.
I've got a great idea.