impossible.
The Crimean gold and all the bank's
other transactions are entirely safe.
Thank God for that.
You may count on it, Edward. Count on it.
- Who do those men think you are?
- Edward Pierce. A sharp businessman.
A sharp businessman?
That covers a multitude of sins.
It does among that group.
And what's your business?
It's not really clear. I've made a great deal
of money in coal, in the north.
- Have you?
- Oh, yes, I have. I'm quite well-off.
Are you?
I think so.
I've... made something of myself.
Do they believe all that?
Among sharp businessmen
one doesn't ask too many questions.
Do they know of your interest
in the theatre?
An unmarried gentleman
must amuse himself.
- Must he?
- Oh, yes, he must.
Did they mention the train?
What did they say?
They all agreed that it was impossible.
Simply impossible.
You like that?
I can tell it excites you.
Are you all right?
Nice pull.
Not bad, if I do say so myself.
You look well.
Yes. How was the touch?
You saw it, didn't you?
Or was I so fast you couldn't see it?
I saw.
- Did you wire her?
- No, just my hands.
Hummingbirds.
- Thinking of a job, then?
- I may have one or two little things.
Those one or two little things...
Could they be crib jobs?
They could.
- Bit dicey, are they?
- Very dicey.
- Is it dipping or keys?
- Eys.
- Wax or a straightaway haul?
- Wax.
You didn't do the Berkeley Hills job,
did you?
Berkeley Hills? Shit job.
A shit job? Well, they're clean
with 2,000 guineas gone.
No. I was thinking of something bigger.
This wax. On the fly?
Then I'm your man.
- The fastest screwsman you'll ever see.
- So I heard.
- What's it to be, then?
- First we must case a square-rigged gent.
Good night.
Mr Edgar Trent,
president of the Huddleston
and Bradford Bank,
follows an inflexible routine,
departing the bank
at the end of each day promptly at 7 pm.
Mr Trent resides at
number seven Belgrave Square.
It's a mansion of 23 rooms,
not including servants' quarters.
His second wife, Emily,
is 30 years his junior,
and with her unmarried stepdaughter
she runs the household very strictly.
There are ten servants employed.
A coachman, a gardener, a doorman,
a butler, a cook and two upstairs maids.
All the servants are content
and can't be bribed.
- Dogs?
- Two. Terriers. Walks 'em twice a day.
Seven in the morning and 8.15 at night.
- Children?
- Five.
Three at home.
The youngest is a boy who sleepwalks.
Which creates a commotion.
No point in cracking a 23-room house
until we find out where the key is.
The person who knows
where that key is is Mr Trent.
Really?
He must have a weakness.
Gambling, drink. Women?
Well, hello.
No, no, no.
No respectable gentleman
is that respectable.
- He's a ratting gent.
- Indeed he is.
Thank you, gentlemen, please.
Mind your back there, sir.
Thank you. Excuse me, sir.
Nothing but the finest, gentlemen.
Every one country-born and bred,
not a water ditch among 'em.
Who wants to try a rat?
Come on, gents. Who wants to try a rat?
15 of your best for my fancy.
Weigh the fancy of Mr T.
A very sporting gentleman.
Let Mr T's fancy dog through.
There you are.
- 14 pounds.
- 14 pounds is Mr T's fancy dog.
And he's called for a try at 15 rats.
- Shall it be three minutes, Mr T?
- Yes.
Three minutes it is.
You may wager as you feel fit.
Get him his 15, Tom.
You win some, you lose some.
- Are you ready?
- Ready.
And... go!
Time, gentlemen. Three minutes.
Get the dog out. Thank you, gentlemen.
Pay your debts. Who's next?
Come on! Any man fancy his fancy?
A sporting chap.
You win one or two, you lose one or two.
Who's going to be next to try the finest
country-bred rats that money can buy?
May I join you?
If you like.
Lover wasn't at his best. He lacked bustle.
But he came up well enough.
- My Lover will fight again.
- Indeed.
And I shall wager upon him again
when he does.
- Did you lose much?
- Ten guineas. A trifle.
Ten