Hatton Garden (2019) s01e02 Episode Script

Good evening, Mr Cyrus.
How you doing? Not too bad, thank you, sir.
You all right? New tablets working? I'm fine, it's you I'm worried about.
You get knackered cutting your toenails, Terry.
Bloke downstairs is still in his workshop.
'We'll have to wait.
' Why don't he go home like everyone else? WHIRRING How much longer? It takes as long as it takes, Brian! This was the one thing I left to you.
There's a bloke trying to get in the building! Looks like some sort of security guard.
Come on, move it! Hang on.
He's gone back to his car.
Bloody hell, that was close.
Good job I was on the ball here.
SIGHS METAL CLANKS PUMP HISSES I told you, you should have put the pump up the other end! Take some responsibility for your own failings! You ain't up to it no more, Terry! We're so close.
We can come back.
Once a job blows out, you never come back.
We go home.
The job is blown.
Nah.
Once he's made his mind up about something, that's it.
He'll never change it.
He can't be that stupid, can he? Leaving all that gear behind, it's begging to be nicked.
Backs himself into a corner.
A very stubborn man.
It's all right for him, a big house all paid for.
He don't give a shit we're all skint.
Even so, Danny, I mean, everyone knows it's dangerous.
You never go back to the plot once you've left it.
He's right about that.
Page one of common sense.
Shut up.
The place is closed for the next four days.
No-one is going in there.
Well, it's his job, isn't it? I mean, he's the boss.
If he says it's off, it's off.
What can we do? Three years I graft for no return.
We've got to go back.
Haven't we, Tel? There's millions sitting in there.
DOORBELL CHIMES Where have you parked? In the village.
I ain't got any biscuits.
I don't keep them in the house anymore.
Vin used to eat them.
But now, it's just me.
No, I don't have them.
I can't.
Not with my, erm Of course.
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thingy.
Ta.
You know the rule, Terry.
No contact after a job.
What if the job ain't finished yet? It's finished.
Even though there's going to be nobody going back in that place until Tuesday morning? We got lucky last night.
That security officer, if he'd come in, we'd have been caught like rats in a trap.
Yeah, but, look, if anybody does come in on us, I can handle that.
You know that.
Nobody else has to get involved.
But I am involved, aren't I, just by being there? You clump anyone, it's armed robbery, not burglary.
The sentence is doubled for all of us.
At my age, 15 years, death sentence.
Come on, mate.
Hey? Look, I need this.
We've had a bad run.
Look, I'll be honest.
I'm on me fuckin' arse.
I don't want to give it up any more than you, but .
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we have to be sensible.
Yeah, I know.
All it needs is one mistake, something we hadn't prepared for, and bang! That's it.
There's always another day, Terry.
Yeah, but all we've got to do is push that cabinet over and No! Are you stupid or something? No.
Yeah, but there ain't going to be another day for me, is there? Look, I told you, this is my last job, this is it.
Please, Brian Please, mate.
I'm asking you.
You're a fuckin' boring man, Terry.
Do you know that? All right.
There ain't no more to say, then, is there? Stupid of me to come.
Bye, Terry.
And don't come round again.
Yeah, bye, Brian.
I'll see myself out.
Well? What did he say? Oh, I couldn't change his mind.
He won't go back in.
I really feel like going round there .
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and smacking him.
Saying to him, "Toughen up, you prick.
" He's top dog, isn't he? And we've got to be top dog.
He's always trying to come across as some sort of celebrity or something.
You know this.
Well, everything's got to revolve around him.
You ain't like that.
You've done far better jobs than he's ever done.
No, he's He wears me out.
He's He's so negative.
12 years, we've been together, and every bit of work we planned .
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he fuckin' fucked every one.
Pfft! Well We can do this without him.
Fuck him.
Are you serious? Yeah.
I am.
Fuck him.
Brian's taken me under his wing.
I feel I owe him some loyalty.
Yeah, but it's not just It's not just Brian's call, is it? Now, come on, we've all worked on this for years.
How much time have we all spent on this, watching, planning, running around, day after day, hour after hour? Running around after him, for what? What for? Just so he can give it the big 'un, hey? "We're not going back.
" What, speaking for all of us? Hey? Like we don't matter.
Like we had nothing to fuckin' do with it.
Well, things have changed.
Kenny, Danny, Carl and me, we're going back in.
ANNOUNCER: 'Please mind the gap between the train and the platform.
'This is a Piccadilly line service to Cockfosters.
' OK, I'm in.
Yeah.
Terrible stink of dog in here.
You need to get this motor disinfected.
He's a lovely dog.
He stinks.
Has Brian called you? I don't know.
I've got the poxy thing turned off.
I daren't turn it on in case Terry shoots me.
You've known Brian a long time, yeah? We go way back.
Are you going to get any grief from him, coming in with me and Tel? I'm J-T-F-D, aren't I? Just the fuckin' driver.
Huh, Brian won't bother about me.
It's a good bit of kit, that.
You can shift up to ten tonnes with that.
Anything bigger? Than ten tonnes? Yeah, no, you're not going to get any bigger.
Not over the counter.
All right, I'll take it.
All right, sweet.
How's that, cash or card? Cash.
I just need to pop in for five minutes, Mum.
That shouldn't be open.
Raymond ALARM BEEPS The alarm's still on.
Nobody's been inside.
So, why was it open upstairs? What about the main building? DOOR RATTLES Pull it.
I am pulling it! It's locked.
This is most irregular, Raymond.
It's fine, Mother.
It's secure.
Where are we meeting Basil? On the corner.
He's got the keys with him.
I mean, none of us really know who Basil is, do we? Meaning what? Meaning, Dan, he could be a grass.
He could be anything.
Old Bill could be plotted up waiting for us.
I bet you that's why Brian's blown it out.
Brian's blown it out because his arsehole went.
Pure and simple.
His arsehole fell off.
Get out and have a look round the side gate.
No Basil, then.
I can see that, Carl.
SIGHS KENNY BURPS KENNY FARTS All quiet on the Western front.
Where's bloody Basil? He's probably been lifted already.
They're more likely hiding away there, ready to jump out on us as soon as we go anywhere near that building.
Get a life.
Danny, this is no good for my stress, mate.
It's causing havoc.
I have a routine and this is seriously fuckin' with it, mate.
My guts are on fire.
HE TAPS ON THE DOOR I've had a look around, it seems quiet.
We know.
I've already had a look around.
Well, that makes us doubly sure, then, doesn't it? Have you got them keys? Yeah.
You ain't going in there, are you? Well, I rather thought that was the plan.
I'll radio as soon as it's OK to come round the back.
I'll tell you this .
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he's got some bottle.
Or he's fuckin' stupid, the geezer.
STATIC FROM WALKIE-TALKIE HE TURNS THE VOLUME DOWN What would you have done .
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if Basil hadn't turned up? We would have been well and truly moneyed.
Actually, we wouldn't.
I left the back gate open.
You what? You crafty git.
If we had to, we could have gone round the back and smashed in through a window in one of the offices above.
THEY CHUCKLE Hold on .
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the back gate was locked.
No, I pulled it up tight, you push it, it's open.
Yeah, I did push it.
No.
It was locked.
What? Yeah.
No.
Yeah.
Jesus It was, Tel.
He's walking into a trap, isn't he? Blow out! Blow out! Get us out of here, Kenny! Lively! Hang on, hang on! Look, anything could have happened.
It could have blown shut in the wind or anything.
Oh, leave off, Tel.
Blown shut? It weighs a tonne.
Look, pull in here.
Let's at least stay in range until we know what's happened.
Keep driving, Ken! Pull in! Pull in! This is my job now and I'm telling you, pull in! Fuck this, I'm out of here! No, wait, hang on.
What's your fuckin'? I ain't prepared to do time for nobody.
What's wrong with you? I'm telling you, Dan.
Carl, where are you going? I'm done, Dan.
No, you ain't.
You ain't.
Carl, listen, ssh What if there's an innocent explanation for it being shut? What if there is no Old Bill? Come on, think about it, Carl.
There's a fortune in there.
And right now, a big chunk of it's yours.
At least give it a chance.
No.
No, look, no, no, wait.
Just wait.
Right, we need you, Carl, all right? No offence, Terry .
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but as soon as Brian pulled out of this job, it was finished.
And I'm done.
Fucking prat.
BASIL: 'All clear in here.
I'll meet you round the back.
' Carl! No, leave him, leave him.
Bollocks! I never thought he'd let me down like this.
Never! Fuck him.
He ain't worth a light, the bollocks.
All right, understood.
Come on, let's get going.
We're two men down now.
Was that gate open? What? That gate there.
No.
I had to open it from the inside.
Where's Carl? He bailed on us.
Arsehole went.
What? Why? Not out here, all right? Make sure you stay awake.
Stay awake yourself.
In that way.
Right, up.
Now your end, Tel.
Yeah, yeah, all right.
All right.
Hurry up, it's fuckin' heavy.
This is how Brian said to do it.
He had it all worked out, every last detail.
It makes no difference.
When you put it round the other end, it broke.
Yeah.
Well, that wasn't because of that.
That was because them cabinets was bolted in the first place.
Come on.
It'll be interesting to see if it works this way round, though.
METAL CREAKS CREAKING GROWS LOUDER METAL GRINDING CLUNK Stop! Stop! Are you all right there? Yeah, it's working.
It'll hold.
Keep pumping.
If that goes again, we really are fucked.
METAL CREAKS METAL SHATTERS CREAKING CREAKING GROWS LOUDER METAL CREAKS BOLTS SNAP LOUD CRASH SECOND CRASH Go, go, go, go.
No, you're kidding.
We've done it! We're through! There is always a way in.
Fucking stick that up your arse, Brian! Yeah, look at it, look at it! Let's hope them measurements is right.
Right, remember, Superman.
All right, here we go.
See you on the other side.
All right HE GRUNTS AND STRAINS It's tight.
All right, legs.
The legs.
All right.
Lift.
Get me legs.
All right, push him in.
That's it.
Easy, easy I need a push.
Are you all right? Right.
Are you all right? Yeah.
Yeah? Yeah.
Let go.
Fuck.
There's some light.
CREEPY VOICE: Hello, boys! CHUCKLES Whoo! LAUGHS All right, let's get going.
Right.
OK, you've got to push.
OK, again.
One, two, three Push.
That's it.
Again.
That's it.
Yeah.
Right.
Fuck.
Right Let's get cracking.
Brian reckons it takes him 30 seconds to get one of them open.
Well, he ain't here, is he? Bollocks that he can do it that fast.
Well, that's what he reckons.
There.
HAMMERING Shit.
What? There must be at least 50 grand in there.
Yeah, just give it here and get on with the next one! HAMMERING HE SNORTS AND WAKES Oh Fuck, come on, Kenny, come on.
Come on.
HE YAWNS HAMMERING TERRY: What's up? Waste of time.
Nothing that's any good to us.
I'll do that.
Just get it in here and get on with the next one.
Just get them opened.
HAMMERING CHUCKLES Coming through.
This one's heavy.
HAMMERING Coming through.
Yeah.
I would try to take a what's-its-name, a selfie .
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of me out here on my own and you two in there, and send it to Brian, saying, "Here, look, this is how you left us!" I think he's reached that stage, he always wants a way out.
You know, he wanted to blow out so he don't have to deal with it.
He definitely wanted this job to happen.
Yeah? Yeah.
Where is he, then? HAMMERING Another one.
HE GASPS UNZIPS HIS FLY URINATES SIGHS GASPS Fuck Fuck.
Bollocks.
Driver.
HAMMERING CONTINUES Driver! 'Is everything all right out there?' 'Have you fallen asleep?!' CLEARS HIS THROA Hello? I'm asking you, is everything all right out there? Er, hello, yeah.
All clear up here.
All quiet.
Er Sorry, a problem with the radio.
Listen Concentrate, all right? You've got it easy.
We're working our nuts off down here.
'You're getting money for old rope.
Remember that.
' I take exception to that.
'Fuck off.
' Easy? I can't relax for a minute.
HAMMERING Another one.
HAMMERING CONTINUES HAMMERING Oh, sweet.
Sweet.
Another one.
Another one.
Come on, Tel.
HAMMERING Another one.
Coming through.
Another one.
Here we go.
It's heavy.
That's it.
Hurry up.
HAMMERING CONTINUES Terry! Come on, pal! They're backing up here.
Terry? Terry Terry! Come on.
Is he there? Can you see him? Is he all right? Tel, are you all right? What's the matter? Hey? Tel, talk to me.
It's his blood sugar, he's going into a coma.
Terry, is it your diabetes? Hey? Do you want me to inject it? He can't talk.
Oh, shut up! It's the gluca pen you need, isn't it, when you're low? You know you have to screw the needle on? I know! I know! Right Wait, is it gluca or insulin? The gluca stuff or insulin? Tel, it's gluca, ain't it? Hurry up, will you? Yeah.
I'm sure it's the glucose stuff.
Here it comes, mate.
Here it comes.
There you go, mate.
It should make you feel better.
Hey? Come on, Tel.
Come on.
Come on, Tel, talk What can I do? There's nothing you can do.
You've given him it.
You just have to .
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you have to hope you did it on time and it was the right thing.
Terry Can you see me? You ugly bastard.
Mwah! Gluca was right, wasn't it? Yeah, I told him it was that.
Yeah, here, I think that's it.
We're out of here.
Right.
No.
We haven't even scratched the surface.
We've got enough.
We'd better get him home.
Yeah, OK.
Right.
How much did you get? Millions.
CHUCKLES Think of that, Kenny, millions! For falling asleep.
Bollocks! Brian said it could never be done.
Why d'you have to mention him, when I was enjoying myself? Are you all right, Tel? Yeah, I look terrible.
But I feel fantastic.
But I need a drink.
Er, don't.
You don't want to drink that.
Oh, it's still warm! THEY LAUGH You dirty slag.
ALL LAUGH What's he doing in there? Whatever it is, I wish he'd fucking hurry up.
Here he comes.
I can't have it in the house.
My wife's upstairs.
What? I thought she was staying at her sister's.
So? I can't take bins in there.
She'll want to know what it's all about.
Listen, you fat ponce .
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your job was to store all the gear for us after the job.
That is what you're getting paid for, a full fucking share.
Well, I can't take it in there, and that's that.
So, what do you suggest we do with it? Well, can't you take it home with you? No, I can't! That was not the agreement.
It's your responsibility! Well We'll stash them bags under my stairs.
I can do that.
HE SIGHS What about the bins? When do your dustmen come? What? When do your dustmen come? CRASH Quiet! You'll wake her up! We don't give a monkeys.
And they definitely don't come till Friday? Er, no.
Why did you hesitate? Because it's a bank holiday.
But they've already been.
They're empty.
They come on Friday.
This is fucking stupid, leaving them here.
Anyone could move them, take them.
Well, why would anybody? Who'd want to steal rubbish? And we're back here tomorrow.
She's out tomorrow afternoon.
Going round her mate's.
Oh, I'm so pleased! This whole job revolves around your old lady's fuckin' social life.
Are we done here? Cos I'm exhausted.
See you tomorrow.
Sleep tight.
Again! Right.
I'm off.
There he goes, back to his hovel.
Brian says some of those places he stays are real shitholes.
Just so no-one can find him.
Tel? Pretty soon now .
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he's going to find out what we've done.
I'd like to see his face when he does.
Come on.