Heist Club

On Monday, January 30, 2017, just after 9 PM, a blue hatchback rolls up to a London warehouse. Two men slip out. They carry almost nothing — just rope, some sharp tools, and nerves of steel. They slice through the fence. There's a 40-foot wall and no ladder. They climb a drainpipe. On the roof, they expertly slice the skylight, and rappel down into the dark. All that await them are crates and silence. And $3.5 million worth of centuries old, extremely rare, and very expensive, – not jewels, not art, but books.

It's October 29,1964 and the American Museum of Natural History in New York City is closed for the night. In the darkness of night, the city lights stream through the window, gently illuminating exhibits, including… The JP Morgan Hall of Gems and Minerals. Then, a foot pokes through an open window. Two men slide down a rope and tiptoe through the room. They cut into the glass casings protecting the jewels with the ease of seasoned veterans, scooping up 24 priceless gems. The two thieves sneak back out the window and abscond into the night.

On a fall evening in 1866, three men hop on a steam train just as it leaves the depot. But they're not your average passengers – and they're not here for a ride. Their destination? The express delivery car. They open the door, Colt 45s in hand. The stunned guard follows their orders. The thieves grab the loot and leap off the locomotive with $10,000 in gold. Welcome to America's first train robbery – by its first outlaw gang.

In the dead of night in a little Minnesota town, a car parks in front of a small house, a relic of the early 20th century. A shadowy figure, armed with a sledgehammer, charges the house, smashing the glass door. Less than a minute later, he emerges, carrying a secret package which occasionally glitters under the moonlight. The car speeds off with a job well done. The following morning, a horrified woman scrambles into the house to investigate the broken glass. She is immediately faced with an empty pillar and a lone red sequin. The Ruby Slippers have been stolen.

It's Easter Weekend in London's dazzling jewelry quarter. Merchants close their shops for the Holiday and the streets are empty. Except for one…After midnight, a lone security guard approaches the Hatton Garden Safe Deposit Company. He's responding to a text from the damage alarm. He checks the front door. Locked. Nothing out of the ordinary, so he goes about his merry way. But just beneath the surface, a massive hydraulic drill slices through concrete walls, manned by London's most seasoned criminals. They've come for the vault, and they're not leaving empty handed.