"Hang on a minute, lads. I've got a great idea," Charlie said.
Here they were in a bus hanging over a who-knew-how-deep? ravine about to be pulled over by the weight of gold they'd nicked.
William, the driver, decided not to heed Charlie's earlier "don't no one get out the door neither" warning.
He stood, lit a cigarette and chuckled as the coach tipped up even further before spilling gold, men and eventually itself into the valley far below, thus ending the cliffhanger.
It was a long walk back to England and it was that way. *points*