Dermot Walsh has just been sent down from Oxford. His father, Charles Victor, is disappointed, but puts a good face on it. Walsh can join him in his business! His son doesn't like it. The shop looks like a junk shop to him, with the very occasional valuable antique -- there's a pair of Ming vases he just got, which his assistant, Michael Ward, tells him is on the police list as stolen. There must be some mistake, says Victor.
The shop doesn't even cover all expenses. Victor has a couple of paying guests at his house. Walsh likes one very much: Barbara Murray. In fact, they disappear and he marries her, but he can't get a job, so Victor comes through with a check for fifty pounds and a secretarial job in Hatton Gardens. Actually, Walsh has been working for a local hood, and he comes up with a plan to steal a shipment of diamonds from Hatton Gardens.
It's a very twisty story from writer-director John Gilling, and the actors are up to their jobs. It's the sort of nasty crime story that pleases people: there have been lots of stories about robbing the jewelry district in London over the years, from smash-and-grab up to the one in 2015, when pensioners carted out most of one safety deposit vault over a holiday weekend -- that actually happened. I'm waiting to see a movie about that, but until I do, this dark little tale will do.
The shop doesn't even cover all expenses. Victor has a couple of paying guests at his house. Walsh likes one very much: Barbara Murray. In fact, they disappear and he marries her, but he can't get a job, so Victor comes through with a check for fifty pounds and a secretarial job in Hatton Gardens. Actually, Walsh has been working for a local hood, and he comes up with a plan to steal a shipment of diamonds from Hatton Gardens.
It's a very twisty story from writer-director John Gilling, and the actors are up to their jobs. It's the sort of nasty crime story that pleases people: there have been lots of stories about robbing the jewelry district in London over the years, from smash-and-grab up to the one in 2015, when pensioners carted out most of one safety deposit vault over a holiday weekend -- that actually happened. I'm waiting to see a movie about that, but until I do, this dark little tale will do.