The Day They Robbed The Bank of England (1960) Classic Movie, Aldo Ray, Kay Kendall | Full Movie HD

[Snare drums playing]

Man: Escort
for the colors...

Halt!

[Bass drum beating]

[March playing]

[Bagpipes playing Scotland the Brave]

Man: Among
the peacetime duties

of her majesty's
brigade of guards

is one known
as the bank picket.

Every afternoon
since the 8th of June, 1780,

the picket has marched
across London

from Wellington Barracks
to the Bank of England

to keep its nightly watch
on the nation's gold.

One summer's day
early in this century,

when Ireland
was still struggling

against the might of England
for independence,

a certain Irish-American
presented himself

at the cashier's desk
of the bank.

It was the beginning
of a strange and daring venture.

Mr. Norgate.

Yes?

This draft is for the sum
of $5,000 in your favor.

How would you
like it paid, Sir?

In pounds sterling?

I'd like to open
an account.

To open an account
to the Bank of England,

a sponsor is required, Sir.

Some person
known to the bank.

Is that so?

There are other
banking houses,
of course.

They're said
to be adequate.

I'll find a sponsor.

As you wish.

We'll hold a draft
until we have your
further instructions.

Thank you.
Good-bye.

Good-bye, Sir.

Man: Yes, Sir?

Nice building.

American gentleman,
Sir?

Yes.
How can you tell?

Who's that?

Well, that, Sir?
That's Sir John Soane--

architect of the bank.

Did a very nice job.

Yes, Sir.

Is it all right
if I take a look around?

Well, the bank
closes at 4:00, Sir.

I'll see it
some other time.

Good afternoon, Sir.

[Clock chimes]

Man: And from The Mint,

along Leadenhall Street,

down Cornhill
past The Exchange,

to the Old Lady
of Threadneedle Street herself.

He returns
into the side entrance

and drives straight
into the bullion yard.

Now, there's
the escort--armed.

There's the watchman
at The Mint,

the porters
at the bank--

all armed.

There's
not a chance,
Mr. O'Shea.

If it's the bank
itself you were
thinking of,

we'd never
get near it.

Oh, sure. It's fine
for the boys
in Dublin to say

do this
and do that.

Why does it
have to be a bank?

That's where
the money is,
Mr. Walsh.

But why the Bank of England?

Because there's
more of it there
than anywhere else.

Then it'll
have to be
the bullion van.

What's the capacity
of the van, Dr. Hagen?

There are 4 bars
to a box,

each 400 ounces
Troy weight.

Just the value,
Dr. Hagen.

£160,000.

That's a lot
of anybody's money.

Yes...but not enough
of England's.

What does
the movement expect?

A million, maybe?

?160,000 is a matter
for the police.

A million is a political
offensive.

It also lasts longer.

There are
other places
to find money.

Robbing grocers' tills

and blowing up
public lavatories

will not make a nation
out of Ireland, Mr. Walsh.

[Man coughs]

It disposes
of a few englishmen.

Ha! They breed
like rabbits.

Where are the vaults?

I'm sure
there are arrows
all over the place

pointing the way.

I'm telling you,
it's a dream,
Mr. O'Shea.

The Bank of England
hasn't been robbed
in all its history--

207 years.

Yeah? Finality,
Mr. Walsh,

is not the language
of politics.

[Hoofbeats]

[Doorbell rings]

Mrs. Muldoon,
please?

Come in, Sir.

He was engaged
in New York

on the advice
of our friends there.

They have contributed
towards his expenses.

Ehh, what
does he care
about Ireland?

His mother
was Irish.

So was mine.

What else
qualifies him
for this job?

He's a professional,
Mr. Walsh.

Ha. We need
more than a set

of burglars'
tools.

He has more.

He was
a mining engineer,

but he found it easier
to extract gold
from banks

than from frozen streams.

You have a letter?

I understand
you've taken a room
at the strand hotel.

Isn't that
conspicuous?

So I'm told.

Mr. O'Shea
is waiting for you.

O'Shea:
Ah, come in,
Mr. Norgate.

This is
Dr. Hagen,

Mr. Cohoun,
Mr. Walsh,

and Mrs. Muldoon.

Mrs. Muldoon
runs our little

intelligence
service,
as you know.

Yes. We've met.

Please sit down.

O'Shea:
Well, Mr. Norgate,

did you have
an interesting
afternoon?

If you're thinking
of the bullion van,

you're wasting
your time and mine.

My own opinion
exactly,

though for other
reasons.

And the bank itself--

what is
your impression?

I think it's as safe
as it's said to be.

Walsh:
Mr. Norgate,

what does
home rule
mean to you?

We may grow up
in america, Mr. Walsh,

but some of us still
have our roots in Ireland.

O'Shea: You're a man
after my own heart,
Mr. Norgate.

Have the funds
arrived at the bank?

Mm-hmm.

I'll open an account
as soon as I find a sponsor.

And then?

The security
arrangements.

I understand the army's
responsible.

The brigade
of guards.

There's a nightly watch
called the bank picket--

an officer, a sergeant,
and 16 guardsmen.

Ehh, toy soldiers.

Then that's
where we'll start

and see if they melt.

Good.

You will keep me
informed, Mrs. Muldoon.

It won't be easy.

These walls
are considered impregnable.

They have withstood
wars, riots,

the dreams of thieves,
and time,

but remember this,
my talented children,

the brains that built them
were human

and as fallible
as yours and mine.

Somewhere, the old lady
has a weakness.

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Mrs. Muldoon, Sir.

Good morning, Mr. Norgate.

I have the information
you wanted.

Please sit down,
Mrs. Muldoon.

No. Thanks.
I'm rather busy.

You wanted to know
where to find

guards' offices
off-duty.

They go to a chophouse
in the city called
The Bombardier.

Is that all
you came to tell me?

No, it isn't.

I want you to forget
what happened
in New York.

Who said
I remembered?

So you just came
to New York

to hire a man
to rob a bank.

You understand
perfectly.

Why did you
pick me?

You were the best man
for the job.

You know
why I came here?

You were hired
by the movement

for the movement
at 10%.

20.

I never agreed
to that.

O'Shea did.

So much the better.

There can be
no personal claims.

And, incidentally,

no one knows it was I
who came to New York
except O'Shea,

and nobody
needs to know.

So our account
is settled then.

I think so.

We have a job to do.

There's nothing else
between us.

What did you say
the name of that
chophouse was?

The Bombardier.

Good day, Mr. Norgate.

Good day,
Mrs. Muldoon.

Waiter:
Smoked salmon,
Mr. Charles.

Charles:
Very good, Sir.

Smoked salmon
for Mr. Getty, Sir.

Glass of your
best ale, please.

Yes, Sir.

I wonder if you
could tell me, uh...

I'm an American,
you see, and--

yes, Sir.
I thought you were.

Enjoying your stay?

Very much.

I thought I might
see the picket

marching to the bank
this afternoon.

Any idea what time
it happens?

Bank picket.

That gentleman
over there
will be able

to tell you
all about that, Sir.

Lieutenant
in the guards.

[Men laughing]

And there I was, as usual,

fishing in the stream.

The colonel
gave me the devil
of a blasting.

Uh, Charles,
more drink.

Charles: Coming, Sir.
Jenkins, give us a hand.

Man: There's more,
you see.

Different man:
I got her at dusk
with a mayfly,

rising like
mad things all over
the place.

Uh, tight lines.

Oh, barman.

Are these edible?

What do you think
they are, Sir?

Goldfish?

What about that one?

That's a pike,
Sir.

Caught in the thames
a long time ago.

You don't get them
these days.

All those steamboats.

Now, wait a minute.

What about
the little guy?

Is he used for bait?

No, Sir.
Another gentleman
caught that.

Presented it
to the house.

Well, I had intended
doing a little
fishing here myself,

but, uh, if that's
the best you have
to offer, why--

good morning, Sir.

Excuse me, Sir.

Yes.

It appears you're interested
in angling, Sir.

Yes.
I am a little.

Really?

I didn't know they knew
about fishing in america.

What do you use?

A rod. A line.

Lure, my dear Sir.

What do you
lure them with?

Worms.

Worms.

But, of course,
if you're fishing
a dry fly

on a cloudy
afternoon,

I would favor
Mr. Hardy's butcher,

depending, naturally,
on the mood of the fish.

Would you now?

Well, will you join us
for a drink?

Certainly.

Charles, some claret
for Mr., uh...

Norgate.
Monty Fitch.

How do you do?

Lieutenants
James and Pierce.

One misguided grayling.

Brace of trout.
My dear fellow,
congratulations.

Well, there have
been many times

when I've had
to catch fish
in order to eat,

but not this way.

Not worms.

No. I'll show you.

Ha ha ha ha!

Marvelous.

You're unique, old boy.

How do you do it?

Just tickle a little
and then up!

Oh, yes.
Dear creatures.

Flossie! Maud!

Fitch: Walters.

Sir?

What happened to the girls?

They're picking blackberries, Sir.

Look. We'll have a drink now, huh?

And then tell them lunch is ready.

Sir.

Oh, what it is
to get away

from that harrowing
round of duties.

I thought you liked
the guards.

Nothing wrong
with the guards,
old boy.

It's the guarding.
Have a sandwich.

Me, I'm grateful.

You not only
sponsor my account,

you then guard it
with your life.

We try
to accommodate
our friends.

No mustard, Walters?

Yes, Sir.

One gets awfully
tired, though,

pounding
the same old beats
year after year.

Beats to you,
but it's pageantry to me.

Ha. There's
not much pageantry

in a gloomy old vault
two floors down.

Believe me.

Man: Morning,
Mr. Fitch.

Oh, good morning.

Fishing the colonel's
stream again, Sir?

Yes. Yes.

Blast the colonel's
gatekeeper.

I must remember
to double his tip.

Now, where were we?

Two floors down.

Oh, yes.

Odd how everybody's
so interested
in the place.

I never could
understand it.

Well, I'm a sucker
for architecture.

I even studied it once.

I'll tell you what.

There's a museum somewhere.

Fellow who
rebuilt the bank.

Still got the old boy's
designs there,
I believe.

Might interest you.

It might at that.

Is that what you're
over here for?

I mean, what are you
actually in?

Metal.

[Women giggling]

Oh, here they are.
Come on, girls!

We got lost.

Oh, Monty, you pig.
You started before us.

Woman: Yes, indeed.

Sir John Soane was a great
collector as well.

Notice this Venetian cup.

Very fine piece.

A poem, we may say.

Yes. A poem.

We now pass
to the sepulchral chamber.

Man: It's always
a pleasure to have a--

to have a real
architect here...
Thank you.

Because they do say
that the bank

is built on the site
of a Roman temple.

Oh, a myth.

Oh, really?

Yeah. I am--
I'm afraid so.

Oh, my wife and I
spend many an evening

browsing over
these drawings.

I live above here,
you know?

It's very convenient.

I can keep an eye
on the place all the time.

Yes. Well,
what have we here?

Ah, yes. This is
the bank's stock office.

Very clever.

Could you please
tell me about
this urn?

Oh, yes. Of course.

Um, will you excuse me?
I'll be back in a moment.

Now...

This is, uh...

It's a Roman urn
but with Greek
influences.

It may have been
a Greek craftsman.

Of course,
the romans did absorb
a very great deal

of Greek culture
and art.

It is charming,
isn't it?

Muldoon: Charming.

You see,
as an architect
yourself,

you'd realize
Sir John's problems.

Those foundations
were laid in 1724.

Well, that's quite
a time ago, you know?

I'd like to see
how he coped with them.

Yes. Indeed. Well,
that would include
the vaults.

The--the vaults.

Oh, dear.
Yes, I'm sorry.
You must forgive me.

You see, those plans
are not available
for visitors.

No. The directors
of the bank

insist that we keep them
under lock and key.

Hmm. The most
unenlightened body,
I'm afraid.

However,
most of the plans
are here.

Now, look. Now,
there's a design
for the rotunda.

Very interesting.
Here.

You see? Note the use
of the doric orders

derived from the temple
of theseus.

Yeah, and see how simply
it's decorated.

It's very beautiful.
A shallow flue, mind you.

All so effective
and all in conjunction

with the arch construction.

You see, under light,

the light comes
from 8 lunettes above--

can you tell me who painted
this picture, please?

Oh, yes, indeed,
dear lady.

Uh, would you forgive me
for another moment?

Yes.
Thank you.

This is an Italian picture.

Uh, probably the school
of tintoretto.

One of Sir John's purchases
while he was in Rome.

Muldoon: Thank you.

Not at all. Well...

Such a pleasure
to have so many
interested visitors.

So unusual, too.

[Vase hits table]

6-a.

The vaults.

There is no scale.

Are you sure?

There are some notes here.

Copy them.

[Dog barks]

[Hoofbeats]

[Dog barks]

Norgate: Down these stairs
into this corridor,

make a right,

past the wine cellar.

Wine cellar?

And into this corridor,

and these steps
lead up to the--

to the yard.

And along the corridor,
at the other end,

the bullion vaults.

These are the doors.
What's this, Hagen?

An iron grill
across the corridor.

Can't we get in
through the walls?

The other side
of the wall
is just solid earth.

And what's above them?

The kitchens.

They cook
for the picket
all night.

So then it must be
the doors.

Walsh: And what
do we know
about them?

Or the size
of the vaults?

Or the length
of the corridors?

Two hours,
it took you,

and you didn't
even get a scale.

3 or 4 feet
to an inch.

Oh, what's the use
of guesswork?

One true
measurement
of any part

will give
the scale.

Oh, sure. If they
let us in one morning

to run over it
with a yardstick.

"Reinforce
and raise brickwork

of existing floor."

Soane thickened up
the floor.

"Add 3/4-inch bessemer."

Plate steel.

Is the whole place
steel-lined?

No.
Just the floor.

These doors
are built by
specialists.

Give me half a dozen
sticks of dynamite,
and I'll blow--

listen!

You don't get
into these vaults
with dynamite.

You think
your way in.

Imagine that.

And what do you
suppose me and Hagen
and Cohoun

have been doing
the past 3 months?

Pick your fight with me
some other time, Walsh.

The blind
leading the blind.

[Door slams]

That man is going
to get us 15 years
apiece.

We'll give him
a few more days.

Iris, listen.

I've had news
from home.

Now, they're not
going to hold that
chestnut stallion

for me forever,

and he's a bargain,
I know.

Breeding hunters
was my job.

I want to clear
out of this.

Come with me.

Iris, I tell you,
the thing will
never work.

The movement
needs him...

And you and me.

Sure. It needed
Michael Muldoon, too,

and it got him...

And left you a widow,

but he had you
for one whole year first.

You're
a horse coper.

You are...

You are a terrible one
sometimes.

You can chill a man
to the bone,

then you turn,
take some little step,
maybe, the way you move.

It starts the blood
pounding in my throat
with nothing--

I'm having a few
personal words
with Mrs. Muldoon.

Do you mind?

I want everything we've got
on the alarm system.

I said I was talking
to Mrs. Muldoon.

I heard you.

Hagen's making
an overall plan
of the vaults.

Go give him a hand.

There are 3 types
in common use.

Two are new.

Third is the old
spring type.

We don't yet know
which kind
the bank uses.

They tell me
Michael Muldoon

was a leading member
of the movement.

A fanatic, they say.

Didn't have time
for much else.

He died for it.

Very rewarding.

For you, I mean.

Why don't you
just take these
and get out?

You're lonely.

You disgust me.

You sure you haven't
got it the wrong way
around?

Yes. That, too.

I disgust myself.

Come back to me,
Iris.

You'll come back.

Why don't you get out
and do the job
you were hired for?

We're doing
all right.

You've done nothing
but hang around me
and go fishing.

We've got the plans
to the vaults.

They're useless
without a scale.

I'll get
the measurement
of some corridor,

and that'll
give us a scale.

Yes, and how are you
gonna get in there

and get the measurement?

By invitation.

I caught it...

Fishing.

Number 4 post.
All is well, Sir.

Number 5 post.
All is well, Sir.

Thank you, Sir.

Has Mr. Norgate
arrived yet?

He's about
due now, Sir.

Guest for Mr. Fitch.
Take him up.

Sir.

[Knock on door]

Guest for
Mr. Fitch, Sir.

My dear fellow,
good of you to come.

Nice to see you
again.

Pleasure
to have you.

I'm afraid there
are no ladies
here tonight.

That's highly irregular
these days.

Wasn't it always?

Oh, yes.

Used to sneak
them in, though,
just the same--

do sit down--

until one of those
beady-eyed civilians
gave the show away.

Must have been
the one who just
looked me over.

Very likely.

Bank watchmen,
they call
themselves.

Happy days.

Health.

Many of them around?

Always a few
snooping around
at night.

The deputy
chief cashier
actually lives here.

How are things
in the city?

About the same.

Forgotten what you
said you were in.

Steel at the moment.

Oh, yes.

Paying a call
to the foundries,
then, eh?

Some of them,
local ones.

They're
very convenient.

Gives me
a chance to pursue
my own interests.

Fishing?

Architecture.

Oh, yes.

Let me top you off.

Thank you.

Won't find much
to read there,

just a few
dusty volumes
on the bank.

Very boring.

Here, old boy.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

We'll crack
another bottle
later on.

Get an extra ration
with a guest.

That's why
we invite them.

I might have known.

That's very nice.

Oh, yes.
Decent cellar
downstairs.

Walters, fetch
another bottle
later on.

Sir.

Mind if I
come along?

That will be
a pleasure, Sir.

Nothing much
to see.

Guess it's all
in the eye
of the beholder.

Oh. Well,
I'll take you
down myself.

Might be
a little bother
with the sentries.

Practically cut off
from the outside world

once you're
down there.

This is
quite a place.

Alarm bell, eh?

Oh, lots of them,
all over the place.

Connected
to the doors of
the vaults, I think.

I better go first.

Nothing much to it,

just a lot of stairs
going down.

Good evening.

Good evening,
Mr. Fitch.

And one more.

This, thank heaven,
is the last.

Halt!
Who goes there?

Friend.

Password?

Essex.

Advance and
be recognized.

Pass, friend.

Everything
all right, Gil?

Yes, Sir.

Beasties
worry you?

It's not
too bad, Sir.

Get under your
feet sometimes.

My father used to get
the same complaints when
he was picket commander.

Yes, Sir.

Time something
was done
about them, eh?

I'll put in
a report.

Yes, Sir.
Thank you, Sir.

Good. Carry on.

I shouldn't go
wandering around
alone, old boy.

The sentries have
orders to shoot if
they don't know you.

I say.
How did you know?

Is this
the wine cellar?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Now, what
shall we have?

Some rather good
'87 port.

Sounds fine.

Proper madeira,
has got some body to it.

[Footsteps approaching]

[Fitch continues
speaking indistinctly]

[Boots stamp loudly]

[Footsteps continue]

[Stamping loudly]

Halt!
Who goes there?

Friend.
Password.

Essex.

Pass, friend.

Fitch:
There you are,
old boy.

Wondered what
had happened to you.

Taking a look
at the Queen's
cashbox, eh?

I dug up a bottle
of '87 port.

Told you there's nothing
to see down here.

The piper's
reported, Sir.

Oh, splendid.
Send him in,
would you, Walters?

Sir.

Uh, have a cigar.

Well, thank you.

The floors get worn away
when the sentries march,
don't they?

What?
Oh, down there.

Well, they've been
patrolling this place
since the Gordon riots,

1790-odd.

And always
in exactly
the same places.

Naturally.

Good evening.

Guardsmen always
take the same pace,

trained to it
from birth.

2'6".

Now tell me,
who built the doors?

Doors?

Oh, you mean
the cashbox.

No idea. Why?

Well, it's
a very, very fine
piece of welding.

Of course you know
all about that,
don't you?

The trouble
with safes is

that you need another
safe to keep the key
to the first one in

and so on and so on.

Ha ha!
Not this one.

This has 3 keys,
so I'm told,

each kept
by a different official,

on the person,
as it were.

To get into
the bullion vaults,

they'd have to get
the 3 chaps here
at the same time.

Oh, well, let's have
some after-dinner
music, shall we?

[Begins playing]

A weakness,
he said.

Oh, let's stop
fooling ourselves.

There is
no way in.

Why did they
reinforce the floor?

Simple.
It wears out.

3 locks.
Nicht gut.

We'd have to dispose
of the picket,

and the watchmen,
what about them--

30 men or more--
and how would
we get away?

There's a fault
in it somewhere.
There's got to be.

Sure.

We can go on
telling ourselves
that for 20 years.

In fact, we can
climb into our coffins
still saying it.

[Door slams]

Are you
calling it off?

Why should I?

Because it's no use.
We're beaten.

What are beasties?

Beasties?

Whatever they are,
there's lots of them
in the vaults,

get under these
sentries' feet.

Beetles?

I don't know.

Doesn't matter.

Mice, maybe,
or rats.

Rats.

I better
telegraph O'Shea.

You all have wasted
enough time.

Not yet.

Certainly problems with
sewage are universal
ones, Mr. Reynolds,

but that a distinguished
expert like yourself
should come to visit us,

that I find
uncommonly pleasing.

My department
is at your disposal.

Gudgeon.

Yes, Mr.--

stand by.

How is it
in New York?

Rough. We're having
trouble with
the new system.

I know.
The old one's
in the way?

Dutch.

But you must have
your own problems
right here.

Oh, quite appalling.

I've passed
my best years
in the field,

and, candidly,
I've never seen
anything like it.

Under the city itself?

Labyrinthine,
if you'll pardon
the expression.

Do you know the route
of the travel?

Underground rivers.

Gudgeon.

Yes, Mr. Benge.

Pass me those charts

of the Walbrook River
in the 11th century,

and that
will show you,
Mr. Reynolds.

Oh, come along,
gudgeon.

You'll never
get on this way.

The Walbrook,
of course, was used
as a sewer itself,

noted for its rats,
Mr. Reynolds.

What street
does it run under?

Ah. Well, now
I'll show you that,
Mr. Reynolds,

when gudgeon
finds the chart.

I'm looking,
Mr. Benge.

I'm
looking hard.

The first inquiry
we've had in years,
and this is the result.

Sir, have you been
in the sewer yourself,

this Walbrook,
I mean?

Oh, no, no, no.
Nobody has.

It's been sealed up
for 40 years.

Somebody must
remember it.

I doubt it very much,
Mr. Reynolds.

The only persons
who'd know it would be
the toshers,

and they're
a dying breed.

Ah, this is it,
no doubt.

Calcutta.

Uh, toshers?
What are toshers?

Toshers?
Scavengers
of the thames,

sewer pickers.

Oddly enough,
there's a paragraph
about one of them

in the press
only this morning,
I believe.

Yes. Here it is.

The courts--

"Alfred Sparrow
of Bow Creek

"was again taken
into custody last night

"following
his release yesterday

"for being drunk
and disorderly.

"He will appear
this morning at 10 A.M.
at Taybridge,

"his 23rd appearance
on a similar charge.

"Mr. Sparrow claims
better acquaintance with
the old sewers of London

than any living person."

Not a character
you and I would wish

to associate with,
Mr. Reynolds.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Benge,

you know our records
don't go back
to the 11th century.

What a pity.

Prognosticate me,
your worship.

Ever hear of a stream
called the Walbrook,
tosher?

It's a disused
sewer now,

under the city,
remember?

Number 3.

Ruined my living,
they did,

when the authorities
sealed up the old number 3.

Best pickings
in the city.

Where does
the number 3 run?

I just said--
under the city.

I mean, which street?

What's the game, your worship?

You paid me fine.
You got me out of trouble.

Why me?

I, uh--

i'm an archeologist--

Roman ruins, temples.

Oh, I always had
a feeling for them
holy romans meself.

A couple more, please.

Best.

Who let you
out again, tosher?

I'm talking
to this here noted
archeological philanthropist.

Continue,
your worship.

Somewhere
under the city,
tosher,

there's
a Roman temple.

Oh, them romans
could be up to anything.

That temple is something
I've wanted to get at
all my life.

I asked the authorities
for permission
to excavate,

but they wouldn't
even listen.

You could help me, tosher.

Me?

I need your help,

and I'd like your
friendship, too.

How about it,
tosher?

You and me?

Against
the authorities.

[Sets down drinks]

Where does
the number 3
run, tosher?

Into the river
by tollgate.

Any other way?

Straight line
up under Prince's Street.

Prince's Street.
Hmm.

The Bank of England.

[Children singing
and shouting]

Tosher:
Follow me,
your worship.

Down here,
your worship.

That's it.

Tosher: The outfall
of the old number 3.

How did you get in?

Boat,

but you got
to watch the tide.

Comes up over.

Norgate: Is that
the only way in?

[Boat horn blows]

Follow me.
Come on.

Down here,
your worship.
Mind your step.

Oh, this will do.

Over this way,
your worship.

[Tapping]

There it is,
your worship.

The sewer?

Number 3.

How far down?

There's a manhole
right over it.

What's that?

Compass.

[Masonry falls]

Ugh!

[Sniffing deeply]

Ahhh.

Home.

Norgate: Now start from
the river at the outfall
of the sewer.

The sewer runs
dead straight
in a line

27 degrees east
of true north.

Should run
under the warehouse.

Yes.

Now continue
the line.

Runs right
under the bank.

Right
under here.

Now the distance

from the vault doors
to the end
of the corridor

is 18
guardsman's
paces,

each 2'6".

See if that
checks with
your scale.

Yes.
4 feet,
to an inch.

Then
how far is it

from the vaults
to the sewer?

23 feet.

A tunnel...

30 feet long

that would take us
under the floors
of the vaults

with 7 feet
to spare.

Check it, Hagen.

Fault it
every way you can.

[Door opens]

Now you can
telegraph
Dublin.

Tell O'Shea
he's right.

We found
the old lady's
weakness.

[Children shouting]

14 minutes.

Good.

I think
we shall need
a two-foot width

to get your
shoulders through.

Good.

12-inch radius,
2(Pi)R...

Circumference
of 75 inches.

Two hours 50 minutes
to cut a hole that size

through the floor
of the vault.

Try it out.

Fancy a little
boating?

Here's a spare copy of
the high-water tables.

Thank you
very much.

Tell me, then--
how much clay

can a man dig
in an hour?

11 cubic feet.

How do you want
the timber cut, Sir?

In lengths of 4 feet.

Very good.

A tunnel 4 feet square
by 30 feet long,

11 cubic feet
of clay an hour...

43 1/2 hours.

3 hours to cut
through the floor,

two hours
for the shaft,

two hours
loading.

Same whichever way--
51 hours total.

Two days at least.

If we've got
to finish on
a Sunday night,

why can't we start earlier?

No. We'd be heard.

The bullion weighing
office is open
until noon on Saturday,

and the sewer runs
right under it.

Clay doesn't carry sound.

Sewer's made of brick.

Iris: Bank holiday.

What's that?

It's the first
Monday in August.

All the banks are
closed for the day,
a long weekend.

The vaults will
be closed for nearly
3 whole days.

August 3--

high tide at 10:32
in the evening.

Reaches the bottom
of the sewer,
therefore, at...

9:45.

Dark at 9:50.

We'll dynamite
the outfall
at 10:00.

Tell O'Shea we'll
need a freighter
that night.

Do you know
how to handle
a tug, Sir?

I'll send
a man who does.

Cost you a bit,
the whole holiday
weekend.

?50?

There's
the coal, Sir.

75?

O'Shea?

It came by hand.

In London, is he?

Potato ship Duncanan

will wait for the tug
at Gravesend,
reach you Monday night.

Well, we're
ready to go.

The movement will be
greatly beholden
to you.

There's just one more thing.

Don't you think
you better get
some sleep?

I can sleep
afterwards.

You'll be two whole
days and nights
in that tunnel.

I'm used to it.
You ought to know that.

I'm a tramp,
aren't I,

a muscleman, a bum?

Whatever you say,
that's what I am,

but I've got
something else besides.

I got a brain
that talks to me,

tells me things
about you.

You don't give a hoot
for the movement.

I live for it.

You're trying
to drown something else.

That's not true.

You're afraid
if you stop what
a dead man might think.

He was worth
a thousand like you.

Hello, norgate.

Oh, I must have
dropped off.

Oh, what's
the time?

About 11:00.

Is something wrong?

Well, I came
to apologize,
as a matter of fact.

Actually,
I can talk to you,

and not many people
I can talk to
in my world.

Have another drink.

Well, I've had
a couple already, old--

still--

you remember
our fishing trip?

Had we...
Arranged one?

Oh, no, no, no.

It was to be
a surprise.

Well, you know
that gamekeeper fellow
at the colonel's?

You forgot
to double his tip.

Double it?
I forgot
to tip him at all.

Do you know
what the colonel
called me?

A poacher,

bloody poacher,
if you please.

Well, I have a good mind
to resign my commission.

That would be
pretty foolish,
wouldn't it?

Uh, well, yeah.

Suppose it would.

What on earth
could I do?

See, there's
nothing wrong
with soldiering.

You see, I'm never
called on to think
in my profession,

and I'd rather
like to just once,

and then I'd know.

Know what?

Whether I stay
a soldier

because there's
nothing else
I can do

or because
I choose to.

I'll probably
make a fearful
hash of it--

thinking, I mean.

Heh. Get myself
court-martialed.

You'll come out
all right.

Probably end up
covered with medals.

I understand the guards
never lose their battles.

Battles? Ha!

Lead me to one.

They'll come.

Ah, if the grenadiers
don't hog them all.

Oh, talking too much.

Sorry about
the fishing, old boy,

but the colonel's given me
the entire weekend on duty.

That's rough.

Oh, it's
bank holiday
at the back.

[Door closes]

What are you
doing here,
Sparrow, eh?

Pickled herring road's
your pitch,

across the river.

Oh, I got
business interests
in the city.

Scrap iron.

At it again, eh?

Who are you gonna
get to pay your fine
this time?

Well, that's it.

Let's have it
again, Cohoun.

Move the tug
from hammersmith,

tie up at a jetty here,

8:30 Monday night,
maximum steam,

make for
the sewer outfall

after you dynamite it.

And the best
of luck to you.

Here, you can't
go down there!

Can I not?
I'm going.

Don't worry.

Ooh!

The constable's
after you,
your worship.

I drawed him away.

Then he
followed me right--

constable: Hey, Sparrow.
Where are you?

Excuse me, mate,

but you haven't seen
anybody entering these
premises unlawfully--

old boy,
name of Sparrow?

Now, how would
I know his name

if I never seen him
in me life before, huh?

Must have been
mistaken.

Constable: Working late Saturday?

Cohoun:
Got to get the business
on its feet, you know.

Well, watch out
for that scrap iron
up there.

Keep those gates
locked.

Oh, they'd steal
anything these days.

Now you're here,
you better stay.

Walsh, make sure
you count your paces,
or you'll get too far.

Hagen,
start measuring.

Here.
Make yourself
useful.

Thank you,
your worship.
I'll do that.

Ah, it's grand
to be back
in the old hole.

I know every brick in it.

I know exactly
where we are now,
your worship.

We're passing
directly under
Cannon street.

I know every foot of it.

Ah, it's
a wonderful place.

The old number 3,

best toshing
in London--

money, gold,
ornaments,

all kinds
of valuables.

We passed under
the mansion house
back there,

the official
residence

of his majesty,

the lord mayor
of London.

Close enough.
Go help Walsh.

Your worship,

you're
under the bank.

Your worship,

you're right
under the bank.

That's where
the temple is.

Oh, now fancy that.

Aye. Right under
the old lady of
Thread-me-needle Street.

Ah, you couldn't be
after them holy romans,
could you?

You know, my old woman
would be surprised

if she saw me friends
with a gentleman
like you, your worship.

She's dead now.

Aye.

Can I tell you
something?

His worship is
a very old and dear
friend of mine.

Why the blazes
don't we get
rid of him?

Leave him alone.
He's safer here
than by himself.

We're gonna
work in shifts
of an hour--

one man digging,
one hauling,
one resting.

Hagen, you take
the slide.

Tosher: ♪ they say
there's a boat on the river ♪

♪ they say that
it's loaded with beer ♪

♪ oh ♪

♪ they say it's the best
find... ♪

your turn, Hagen.

Walsh, come out!

♪ they say there's a boat
on the river... ♪

can't you
shut him up?

♪ it's loaded
with beer ♪

♪ they say-- ♪

ah, you're a man
after me own heart,
your worship.

Ha ha!

Down the hatch.

5 A.M., Sir.

Ohhhh.

I brought you
a cup of tea, Sir.

Are there any
guests for dinner
tonight, Sir?

Who'd want to spend
Sunday evening
in this place?

There's always
Mr. Norgate, Sir.

He seems
to like it here.

Mr. Norgate
is probably spending
a gaudy weekend

touring
the iron foundries.

Oh, no, Sir.
They're all closed
for the holidays.

Besides, there
are no foundries
near London, Sir.

They're all
in the north.

Must be some
local ones.

Begging
your pardon, Sir,
I don't think so.

You see,
my brother's
a foundryman.

Tosher:
♪ down me hole ♪

♪ down me hole ♪

♪ down me hole,
boy ♪

♪ you'll have
a drink ♪

♪ I'll have
a drink ♪

♪ and we'll all
have a drink
together ♪

♪ down me-- ♪

I told you
to shut up!

♪ hole-- ♪

yes.

You're on, Walsh.

If you'd
listened to me

and used
dynamite,

we'd be there.

Yeah...

With everybody
waiting for us.

Go on.

Fine way
to spend

a Sunday
morning.

I shall want a cab...

To the strand.

I'll see to it
right away, Sir.

Mr. Norgate, please.

Mr. Norgate
checked out
yesterday, Sir.

He's gone?

Yes, Sir.

Are you sure?

Quite sure, Sir.

Did he leave
a forwarding
address?

I can find out, Sir.

The Bank of England, Sir.

[Grunting]

[Coughing]

What time is it?

Almost 9:00...

Evening, Sunday.

You got 12 minutes
to go, Walsh.

Number 6 post.
All's well, Sir!

Number 7 post.
All's well, Sir!

Number 8 post.
All well, Sir!

Finch: Patrol...

Halt!

Everything
all right,
sentry?

Yes, Sir.

Usual beasties,
I expect.

No, Sir.

No rats?

Not a sign
of them, Sir.

You seen
any rats?

No, Sir.

Know anything about
the habits of rats,
Walters?

Very little, Sir.

The rats
in the vaults
have disappeared.

Been there
for 200 years.

So they say, Sir.

Were you expecting
Mr. Norgate
to dinner, Sir?

Mr. Norgate's left.

Very good, Sir.

We're in for another
long night, Walter.

Oh, it will soon be
Monday morning, Sir.

Your worship has...
Been in there
a long time.

He must want them
ruins desperately,
hmm?

7 more feet,
then up.

Where are we
going to come out?

If we ever do
get out of
this bloody tomb!

He's off
his rocker!

Can't you see,
Hagen? He's crazy!

Tosher:
Your worship,
don't get excited.

He's not worth it.

And while we're
at it, norgate,

there's
another matter

I'm going to
settle with you.

I'll take
his shift.

It's your shift,
Walsh.

Fitch: About
3 or so weeks ago...

A big fellow,
fair hair.

Yes, I seem
to remember--

an American.

Oh, yes.
Of course, yes.

The one who was
so interested

in Soane's designs
for the bank.

Was he, now?

Yes. He wanted
to see the plans
for the vaults,

I remember.

Of course, we had
to disappoint him,

but, well...

They're not
available

to the general
public.

You keep them
here, though?

Oh, yes, yes,
under lock and key.

We're obliged to
by the bank.

Yes, of course.
You can't leave...

Those things
lying around,
can you?

Of course, there
are a great many
other drawings.

Curator, would you
do me a favor?

Assistant curator--

yes, of course,
if I can.

My card.

Oh, thank you.

Ah, yes, Sir.

Would you see
if the plans
of the vaults

are where they
should be?

Well, really,
Mr.--Mr. Fitch...

I'm very busy,

and it's bank
holiday Monday,
and, uh,

besides, visitors
are not--

I'll stand
over here.

Well...

Of course they're
in their place.

It's absolutely
unthinkable.

Yes. Ha!

There they are.

6-a.

Take them out,
would you?

There, naturally.

Mind counting?

1, 2, 3,
4, 5, 6,

7, 8, 9--

10, 11...12.

There.
All complete,
as I said.

One out of
its proper place?

This is a museum
devoted to the arts,
Mr. Fitch,

not the exact
sciences.

Ahem.

Yes, of course.
I'm sorry.

Uh, curator,
how often do you
open this window?

Window?

Oh, I don't think
it's been touched
for years.

I mean,
it's quite a job

running a museum,
you know.

Well, what's that?

Oil.

Norgate.

What is it?

Gas pipe.

Sergeant!

Sir.

Fitch: If anything
unusual occurs,

I want to know.

Don't wait
for the patrols.

Inform me at once.
Understood?

Yes, Sir.

[Grunting]

It's no use.

It's no use,
I say.

We're too deep.

Keep at it!

[Hissing]

Gas.

Guard: Call
the officer
of the guard!

[Coughing]

I'm getting out!

What about Walsh?

Don't worry
about him.

He's in too deep
himself.

Fitch: What happened?

Guard: The lights
went out, Sir.

There was a sound.

The light went down.

Rats come back?

No, Sir.

[Coughing]

Sergeant.

Sir!

Turn out
the guard--

emergency posts.

Yes, Sir.

My compliments
to the deputy
chief cashier.

Would he kindly
come down to
the bullion vaults?

Sir.

Double!

[Coughing]

Deputy chief
cashier, Sir.

Carry on.

You wish to see
me, mister--?

Fitch.

Green.

How do you do, Sir?

Mr. Green, I have
reason to believe

an attempt
is being made

to break into
the bullion vaults.

You alarm me,
Mr. Fitch.

Mr. Green,

I should like
to inspect
the bullion vaults.

Young man,
your devotion to duty

does you
the liveliest credit--

thank you, Sir.

I insist on
inspecting
the bullion vaults.

The bank has never
been robbed, Mr. Fitch.

What makes you
think it likely
to happen now?

A number of things.

Separately,
they're
of no account.

Collectively,

they add up
to a reasonable
suspicion.

I'll take full
responsibility.

No, Sir.
The responsibility
is mine.

I have no authority
to delegate it.

Mr. Green,
would you kindly
open the vaults?

Mr. Fitch, there
are 3 different keys

to that combination,
as you know.

I have one.

The head watchman
has a second,

and Mr. Peabody,
head of the bullion
weighing department,

has the third.

Mr. Peabody,
very rightly,

is enjoying
his bank holiday
elsewhere.

Where does
Mr. Peabody live?

Patna, I believe.

He must be sent for.

Mr. Fitch...

You may be
starting something

you'll live to regret.

It's got
to be there.

Bricks.

The floor.

Pretty soon,
we'll be through
to the--

the plate steel.

Go get
the cylinders.

All ranks
at emergency
posts, Sir.

Thank you,
sergeant.

Well, Mr. Green.

They left for patna
half an hour ago.

Two watchmen.

You'll have
a long wait.

I suggest you inform
the police, also.

I'll do
no such thing.

Do you want to make
a laughingstock

of yourself, me,
and the bank?

No, Sir. We'll keep
this to ourselves.

Very well.

We'll wait
for peabody.

Man: Good afternoon.

We're looking
for Mr. Peabody.

Mr. Peabody,
gentlemen?

He's out
on the course
somewhere.

Walk around.
You'll find him.

Mr. Peabody?

Where do you
think he is?

He hasn't missed
this ruddy wood
in 15 years.

Come on!

[Train whistle blows]

Now...

Tell me exactly
what all this
is about.

Well,
Mr. Peabody...

I had enough,
and I got out.

Where are they?

Still there.

Moles, that's
what they are.

They'll never get
into those vaults.

If they come up
at all,

it'll be right under
the sentries' feet.

Iris...

Why did you shift
away from me?

There was a time--

oh, sure,
I stink a little.

I stink of clay
and sweat and sewers.

[Door opens]

Mr. O'Shea.

Where's
norgate?

Digging
his own grave.

Where do you
think he is?

He must be
stopped.

Stopped?

I was at
the home office
an hour ago.

The Irish
home rule bill

is to be
reintroduced.

Do you
understand
what that means?

Nothing must
be allowed
to jeopardize

the passage
of that bill.

Norgate must
be stopped
at all costs.

But it was
you yourself
who set it going.

What may
have been
sound policy

yesterday,
Mr. Walsh,

can today be
inexpedient.

And what are we
going to do

if it's too late
to stop them?

Well, we shall
have to...

Take the necessary
steps,

a word
in the right
quarter.

The movement,
of course,

will dissociate
itself completely.

Of course.

It's the old
story, isn't it?

This is what
the movement did
to Michael, my husband.

They let him
break into the armory

and then
dissociated
themselves.

Walsh: Mr. O'Shea,

are you talking
of ditching the boys
down there?

All right.
So I got out.

But I'm not going
to inform on them.

Neither is he.

Come,
Mrs. Muldoon.

What's norgate
to you?

You owe him
something.

I am involved
in the struggle

for the independence
of Ireland.

I have no other
loyalties.

Neither have you.

Or have you?

Well?

Are you
gonna stop him,
or shall I?

Independence
of Ireland?

All you want
is to save
your own skin!

I'll do it.

Remember, if you
fail us now,

the movement
is finished,

and that's
the truth.

Truth?

We're nothing
but puppets
dancing on a string,

and that's
the truth.

The answer to that,
Mrs. Muldoon,

is that my truth
is truer than yours.

You have rather
less than an hour.

[Door closes]

You don't even know
where they are!

I'll find them.

Why should I
help him?

I hope he rots.

Come on.

[Clock chiming]

You know what to do.

Listen! You've
got to stop!

Come on out!

It's no use,
I tell you!

Fast!

You've done it.

Oh, mother mine,
I'd like to see
inside there.

You said something
just now.

No, nothing
that won't keep.

There's time
for just one look.

Come on.
Hurry, men.

Come on!

Quietly!

They can't hear us.

There's two feet
of steel there.

[Clock chiming]

Come on,
get out of there!

Tosher: Hey,
wait a minute.

Wait a minute
down there.

Come on!

[Muttering]

Have you counted?

?900,000.

It's getting late.

I like
a round figure.

You can go.

Thank you, ma'am.

Your worship,
you've done it!

Your worship,
where are you?

Where are you?

Look! A Roman ruin.

Oh, quit loitering!

Where are we now?

We're just approaching
earls court, Sir.

Oh, where
in the blazes
is that man?

Chasing some other
wild goose, perhaps.

Mr. Green,
I heard them.

My dear chap,
an air lock
and a water pipe.

Does that
gas bracket
supply water?

Mr. Fitch,

you think too much
for a soldier.

[Hammering]

The dynamite.
Come on.

Get back.

[Strikes match]

Iris: You can
stop that.

The tug's gone.
Cohoun isn't there.

Who sent him away?

I did.

The robbery is
no longer necessary.

O'Shea's been
to the home office.

The home rule bill
is coming up again.

We can get
what we want
without this.

Walsh: But, Iris,
we've done it.

We've done it.
The job's
finished!

Come away.

Iris, look.
We've got a million
pounds right here--

a million in gold!

Through
the warehouse.

The cart! Come on!

No.

The movement
doesn't want it.

Did you hear?

Come on.
Stop them!

You started
this.

I'll
finish it.

Iris:
Don't do it.

You'll ruin
everything we--
we've worked for.

You're doing it
for yourself.

It's greed,
do you hear?

Stop them!

Get out
of the way.

If you don't
stop them now,

I'll inform the bank.

For the movement?

Yes.

You won't.

You wouldn't do it
for the movement.

You'd do it just
to get rid of me.

But you won't.

You know why?

Because you can't!

Go on home.

Cabby,
can't you
go faster?

Hurry! There's time
for another load.

That's enough.

I'm telling you,
there's plenty
of time!

I said
that's enough.

Where's tosher?

Oh, let's leave him.

He knows too much.

Get the cart away--
through Limehouse,

tosher's cabin
on Bow Creek.

Right you are,
mate.

Your worship,

you found them--

the holy Roman ruins.

Where are you?

It won't
take any more.

I'm not
leaving this.

Come on!
Let's get going!

Hurry up!

Your worship.

Tosher!

Wait right there
till I show you this.

You'll get a surprise.

Ah, it surprised me.

I had some trouble
getting it up.

But listen.

I--i just said
you're--

tosher!

Norgate:
Tosher!

It's the Queen's yellow.

Tosher!

Come out of here!

Still
at it?

Just finishing off.

Your worship,

I thought you
was a gentleman.

[Bagpipes playing]