The Great Train Robbery of 1963 

The Glasgow to London Royal Mail[?] train was stopped by tampering with signals. The 15-member gang, led by Bruce Reynolds[?] and including Ronnie Biggs[?], Charlie Wilson[?], Jimmy Hussey[?], John Wheater[?], Brian Field[?], Jimmy White[?], Tommy Wisbey[?], ]Gordon Goody[?] and Buster Edwards[?], got away with £2.6 million. Some members of the gang coshed the train driver, Jack Mills[?], with iron bars; he never fully recovered.

Gang members were caught when police discovered their farmhouse hide-out, where fingerprints were found and used as evidence. The robbers were tried, sentenced and imprisoned. Biggs and Reynolds escaped from prison 15 months into their sentences, and ended up in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Charlie Wilson escaped and was living outside Montreal, Canada on Rigaud Mountain[?]. In the upper-middle-class neighbourhood where the large, secluded properties are surrounded by trees, Wilson was just another resident who enjoyed his privacy. Only when his wife made the mistake of telephoning her parents in England, was Scotland Yard able to track him down.

Despite the injury to the train driver, the robbery and escape are regarded by many as highly romantic, and Ronnie Biggs is treated affectionately by some of the British tabloid press.

In May 2001 Biggs, aged 71, flew back to Britain. He had suffered several strokes and had indicated his desire to return to England even if it meant being imprisoned. He was imprisoned.

The story of Buster Edwards, who fled to Mexico but gave himself up, was dramatized in the 1988 film, Buster, which starred Phil Collins in the title role.

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