The Italian Job Page #2

Every street will be paralysed.

And then you will have a chance

to ambush that 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.

- 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 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 in a Geneva bank.

- Make it work, Charlie!

- I will, Roger.

Four million dollars,

through a traffic jam.

Money received from Brighton

is 15,000.

- Hello. Camp Freddie?

- Croker! Aren't you 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.

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.

Exactly, Freddie!

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

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, 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?

Hello, Hazel.

Hazel, my lovely, out you come.

Come on, then. There you are.

It's a long time since

you've seen the nightlife, innit?

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,

bribed to upset my natural rhythm

and ruin my health.

No, Mr Bridger. This is important.

Four million dollars. Europe.

The Common Market.

Italy, the FIAT car factory.

- Croker, this is my toilet.

- Please. Just read it.

Get out.

Are you alright, Mr Bridger?

Are you alright?

He's alright!

I can always take it

to the Americans.

They're people who recognise young

talent, 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 apologised, Bridger.

- And so you should have.

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