Open, Sesame? Not exactly
Think about the premise for a movie that involves “the heist”. One of the principle plot devices involves breaking into a vault of some sort. Come on, we’ve all seen at least one, along the way. Well, what about the real safe crackers. They exist, and some even do the job legally.
A recent issue of Atlantic magazine ran this story, and I want, so much for there to be a movie version. Just for the challenges implied. I don’t own a lockbox, unless you count the blue moneybox that I brought home from a surplus store, with the proper key. For the record, it contains no money. Not then, not now. Something like a friend that bought an old office strongbox, again surplus to needs (in his case, at an auction). I must ask him if he ever saw the insides.
Back to the real life exploits of someone with mad mechanical skills, a few good drills and a maul. The kind that leaves your foot bruised, when gravity wins. The article points out that incidents involving oversafe safes are common; you forget the combination, or the location of the safe, or any other mishap involving heavy containers. Who do you call? Maybe your local locksmith, especially if he’s had a long and colourful career. Knowledge is the key, if you’ll excuse my reach.
Forget those room sized ones, in local bank branches. Keeping stacks of cash is so last century. More likely to be the repository of old ledgers, of interest only to a forensic accountant. Nowadays, money is stored online. But there are many home containers for overvalued jewelry and baby booties. And any one could use a safecracker, some day. That’s why I want a movie version.
