The Gold

BOYCE: We need to build a conspiracy case against Noye.

OSBORNE: To prove conspiracy against any of them, we need to know who controls the Swiss account and prove the connections all the way back.

Boyce has issued arrest warrants for yourself and Gordon Parry.

There's always been two systems.

And ours is the stronger.

You need to go back to where you're from.

(softly): The police are outside.

CARTER: It's time to do something about Boyce.

Better late than never.

COMMENTATOR (on radio): And it looks like the shock of the round here at The Den, where Second Division Millwall lead Arsenal 1-0 in the third round of the F.A.

Cup with seconds remaining.

MILLER (whispers): Oh, come on.

COMMENTATOR: Arsenal launch it forward in desperation, but it all looks too late on... Blow the bloody whistle.

COMMENTATOR: ...famous night in South London.

The ball carries over the Millwall defense.

Smith slips in behind, he's coming through on goal for Arsenal.

(crowd exclaims on radio) Oh!

COMMENTATOR: Oh, that's a lovely tackle by McKinnon!

And the referee's given a penalty to Arsenal.

MILLER: Oh, here we (muted) go!

COMMENTATOR: The Millwall players protest furiously, but the referee waves them away.

Oh, I bet he does.

COMMENTATOR: Smith puts the ball on the spot, a short run up... And scores!

(crowd cheering on radio) You want to know about England, that's England right there.

Arsenal, the establishment club.

Millwall, my lot, coming up from South London to put 'em out of the Cup.

Well, they can't have that.

Because what would that say about the establishment?

What does that say about England?

So a little wink, a funny handshake, and the referee puts us back in our box.

(breathes deeply) And that's England.

(sighs deeply) (sighs softly) And that's why I'm here.

And that's why I'm never going back.

Qu?

(keys rattling, lock turning) Move your arse, Palmer.

(exhales) (lock turns) Are you ready, Mr.

Cooper?

(door clangs) MAN (calling): There he is, Goldfinger.

MAN 2: Where's your gold, Palmer?

(siren wailing in distance) Oh, I'm so sorry about that, Mr.

Cooper.

Couldn't find the keys.

A bit much?

You're a flight risk.

A lot of blokes fly out of the Scrubs, do they?

Well, it'll help you in here.

Makes you look important.

(lighter clicks) Which will offer some protection.

(sucks in breath) You can stick me in chains, Mr.

Boyce, but I still won't have nothing to say.

We know you smelted the gold.

You found some, then, at my house?

You sold it back into the system and ran the proceeds through your business.

We have the paperwork.

When I was at school, and, um... (inhales) ...I weren't there long... (exhales) ...I could never make the letters make sense.

And they hit me for it.

But the more they hit me, the less sense the letters made.

So I'm wondering if there's a piece of paper, just one piece of paper, with my name on it where the letters make sense.

The jury will decide if it's feasible you disposed of �13 million worth of gold without asking where it came from.

I'd like to thank you, Mr.

Boyce.

For the kindness that you showed my wife at the airport.

'Cause the more I hear about what they're saying in the newspapers, the more I realize how big this thing was and all the places that it reached.

And the more luck I think you'll need.

(door clangs open) (door closes) COOPER: No, I appreciate the accommodation.

I require you to remain alive.

Police custody north of the river gives you a shot.

And therein lies the problem.

If I cooperate, I risk my life.

In return, you're offering me my own toilet.

I know you think that there are higher powers waiting to assist you.

And if this had been tax or fraud, mm, embezzlement-- an establishment crime-- then I'm sure the establishment could help you.

But you've entered a world that doesn't respect the establishment.

A world where handshakes offer little protection against bullets.

They know you're here.

They know where you sleep.

It's a matter of time.

(inhales) What do you require?

You'll be brought here every day and tell us everything you know.

Then maybe I can offer more than a toilet.

(knocks softly) Sir, you are to report to the Yard immediately.

Higher powers?

Complaints have been lodged against you by Noye's lawyer.

Perverting the course of justice.

(sighs): Oh.

That's what I would've done if I was them.

It's serious, Boyce.

The allegations must be investigated.

Yeah, of course.

And if they can spin it out until I'm on the stand, then they can ask me in the front of the jury if I'm under investigation.

I'm leading the investigation, and I'll be as quick as I can.

Make it thorough, please, ma'am.

You're not surprised?

I'm going up against more than the robbers, sir.

I'm going up against systems.

That of South London and that of elsewhere.

Those systems are powerful and they are dangerous.

And in both cases, there are those who want to show that those systems remain intact.

This is only the start.

Always thought you were bent, sir.

(chuckles): It's an attempt to distract.

Don't let it work.

HARRY: Give the investigation anything they ask for.

We need it out of the way before the guvnor takes the stand in the Noye trial.

BOYCE: Course, there'd be no harm in sending a bit of pressure in the other direction.

TONY: Charge Noye's missus with handling stolen goods.

It won't stick, but puts pressure on him.

Freeze his assets.

I'll speak to the Brink's-Mat insurers, have them apply for an order.

NICKI: They found some nicked porcelain in his house.

Charge him with that, too-- embarrass him.

They're out of control, these three.

Like a pack of wolves, sir.

Every word Cooper says comes only to me.

There are lots of people out there who want to know what he's saying, and some of them wear uniforms.

(door clangs, alarm buzzes) Where are they, Ken?

Those men with the funny handshakes.

(clears throat) The ones you bought all the drinks for.

Where are they now?

(inhales): Things are happening.

Look, love, this thing I'm in is a war.

And in a war, everyone has their part to play.

�13 million were sent through British banks to our Swiss account and into front companies.

Of which there are about 30.

I bounced the money between them a bit before, buying up properties.

We'd spruce them up and sell them on, send the proceeds to other fronts, to our account in Liechtenstein.

In which there is about �28 million, or thereabouts, awaiting its next move.

(exhales): Well, that's a million quid more than the gold is worth.

And it'll be worth more tomorrow.

The Brink's-Mat gold is the seed money for what could be the greatest criminal fortune in history if you're not quick.

What's the name of the account in Liechtenstein?

I don't, uh, I don't want to be the one to tell you that.

I thought you said we had to be quick.

NICKI: Looks proper up there, don't it?

Professional.

Because, up there, you don't see what that money did.

(sighs) You don't see the blood.

I just handled the money.

TONY: You only had money to handle because our mate's dead.

My associate named the account.

He called it "Mot."

Like the champagne?

Yes.

That's what he was aiming for.

(engine humming) John Edward Palmer, you are charged with entering into a conspiracy to handle stolen bullion and to evade the payment of V.A.T.

to Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs.

How do you plead?

Uh... Not guilty, Your Honor.

(phone ringing) Task force.

Yeah.

Sir, Jim Clark on the phone for you.

Stay on the phone, take notes.

Sign and file them today.

Who is he?

Cooper's solicitor.

(receiver picks up) Boyce.

Mr.

Boyce.

May I buy you a drink at the Carlton Club this evening?

No, thanks.

Listen, Boyce.

I know that Mr.

Cooper's refusing to cooperate.

But he's suggested I meet you in a less formal setting to... Well, to thrash things out.

BOYCE: No, thanks.

CLARK: Oh, come now, Boyce, I read the newspapers.

You need a result.

I can give you one.

I see.

CLARK: Now, I would ask that you come alone.

It's a little public.

CLARK: Mm, by design, Mr.

Boyce.

Well, I wouldn't want you to consider formalizing our discussion.

Well, bring your wife if you're worried about perception.

A convivial social event, you're out for dinner, we bump into each other at the bar.

You kindly ask me to join you for an aperitif.

Okay.

But she's not my wife, and I'd appreciate it if my wife was not a topic for discussion, if you follow.

(chuckles) Well, now!

Maybe your reputation's all wrong, Mr.

Boyce.

(chuckling): Maybe.

(receiver set down) That felt unnecessary.

KENNETH (on phone): Well, I just wanted to reassure you, John.

You might be out of sight, but you ain't out of mind.

That's kind of you.

She said your missus looked pretty.

Pretty (muted) angry from where I was sitting.

(snorts) What, ain't she visiting?

JOHN: No.

No, I won't let her.

Because I'm not staying.

Oh, no?

(match lights) JOHN: No, they got nothing on me.

And I'm not scared enough to help them change that.

Glad to hear it.

You get off early doors, and by the time they get around to me, the wheels might've come off the whole thing.

JOHN: How you looking?

(sucks in breath) No, they got nothing.

And I reckon they'll end up with even less.

What does that mean?

I don't know nothing, John.

(sniffs) All I heard is, it's gonna be a busy night.

(call ends, dial tone buzzing) Evening, sir.

Good evening, Jennings.

You will pick up what is happening while it's happening, which will make you a believable presence.

It will appear that I'm drinking alcohol.

I won't be-- you won't be, either.

This is the only way I could get another officer in with me.

And you should assume that you will be testifying about this evening.

Sounds like a fun night, sir.

Brian.

(clears throat): You should call me Brian.

That's the one bit I'll struggle with, sir.

And rightly so.

How was your fish, dear?

Lovely, thanks.

I do like it when he takes me up town.

Oh, I'd imagine, in a dress like that, he'd take you anywhere you want.

(chuckles) (chuckles) So.

Ah, yes.

Our mutual friend.

I'm sorry he's not been able to assist you.

(exhales) His loyalties lie elsewhere.

Perhaps you could outline what you have on him.

That would help me persuade him to be more helpful.

That's not information I could share with you.

(softly): I could share it quietly with a colleague at the Yard, if you had someone in mind who would be suitably discreet.

(inhales) (pulls out pen) Of course, uh... (pen clicks) ...he'd want to be bailed.

What, he's not concerned about his safety?

Safety?

(laughs) He's a lawyer, for Christ's sake, a civilian.

(writing) Uh, there would, of course, be a lot of gratitude towards you, Mr.

Boyce, if you could assist myself and my associates.

It's DCI Boyce.

You're not here on behalf of Edwyn Cooper.

You're here on behalf of the system, on behalf of this.

And I wonder what you and your associates would be willing to sacrifice to keep that system in place.

Or who.

Everything I have said is within legal remit.

Do you think I can't be careful?

Hm?

Do you think I'm fooled by this?

Some little tart from Secretarial?

Good luck writing this up, love.

I'm a detective.

And I'm glad I met you.

I've always known the type of people I wanted to nick.

Just never had a name until now.

I'll see you again one day, Mr.

Clark.

(scoffs) (footsteps retreating) (exhales) At least my lot are honest.

You know where you are with a brown envelope.

The higher you go, the better they hide.

But they're villains all the same, and they're scared.

There ain't many things more dangerous than a scared villain.

Have they approached your father?

No.

They will.

The day my old man affects the way I do the job, you'll be the first to know, sir.

(chuckles) Thanks for your help, Jennings.

The thing is, sir, that was them trying to stop Cooper talking to us.

Yes.

Yeah, and it didn't work.

I can't think of many more ways they can stop him from talking.

(people talking in background) (door slams) (taxi drives off) (door closes) COMMENTATOR (on TV): ...and Dundee United continue to lead... Oh, hello, sir.

(quietly, harshly): What the hell are you doing?

We're watching the game, sir.

He's a prisoner, Constable, and more to the point, where is everyone?

Oh, we had reports of a mass disturbance on the Alexandra Estate.

Reports from who?

Locals-- loads of them.

They all called up at once.

(TV continues) Lock that door.

And get a jacket on.

Yes, sir.

(people talking in background) One of them.

Yeah.

(beer pouring) (dog barking in distance) Who's coming, sir?

In the Army, sentry duty was my biggest fear.

Standing alone, exposed, while the enemy came and went in the dark.

(continues in voiceover): Then I realized the power of it.

It's not about the sentry, it's what he represents.

Protection, defense.

Order amidst anarchy.

(car approaching) Don't look.

(engine idling) (engine revving) Let them come and go in the darkness, and we will hunt them in the light.

How much did Carter offer you?

50,000.

To go easy on Cooper and Parry.

NICKI: What would you do with 50,000?

Panic.

Did you drink it?

The beer he bought you.

Well, it would have been a terrible waste, sir.

How much was it?

Uh... 80p?

(sniffs) Oh, (muted)... Only you could be offered 50 grand and end up down.

Yup.

(coins rattle) There are many ways that these things end, but they always start with taking a drink.

Now you didn't take a drink.

I'll put this in the Widows and Orphans Fund.

All right, yeah, happy to help.

They're getting desperate, sir.

We're attempting to send down Palmer, Noye, and half of South London.

They'll do everything they can.

(birds chirping) PARRY: Hello?

I, I'm a friend of Mr.

Cooper's.

He's not here.

I, I know he's not.

I know where he is.

Do you want money?

No, Sienna, no.

No thanks, no.

(chuckles) No.

No, money's not the problem.

No, talking about money, that's a problem.

Well, talking in general, to be fair.

Could you tell Mr.

Cooper that my friends and I, we really appreciate his loyalty?

Oh, please tell him that I really enjoyed meeting you, also.

Ooh.

(chuckles) It's hot.

I'm not scared of you.

No, why would you be?

(door slams) (sighs): It's empty.

The Liechtenstein account.

(papers shuffling) It was cleared out two days ago.

Well, there isn't much I can do about that.

(exhales) It wasn't my money-- I'd finished my work.

It was no longer in my control.

How long do you think it would take, Tone?

(smacks lips) If we go and tell the guvnor that he's given us an empty bank account?

How long till he's in the Scrubs?

Oh, his, his feet wouldn't touch the ground, Nic.

I'm giving you more than that.

(briefcase opening) I've marked the properties that haven't sold yet.

If you're quick, you can recover the money.

This is Docklands-- this was you lot?

You'd be surprised where that money's left its mark.

Jennings, you got a call.

It's your old man.

Can you give me the deeds for these?

I can tell you where to find them.

TONY: You bought the wing of a school?

(exhales): It's a long story.

I said not to come.

(chuckles) I could've stayed at home and been worried sick or I could come here and be terrified.

Not much of a choice, is it, John?

You seen the papers?

They come to the house.

They asked to take a photo of me looking sad in a skirt.

They call me Goldfinger.

They come to the house.

It would help.

The photo.

It's my whole defense.

A family man, honest man, tricked into this.

You like it, don't you?

Being famous, being Goldfinger.

Course I don't.

I had it sent in.

Didn't feel right without one.

Fancier than the old one.

(chuckles) Yeah, well, it's got a little bit of a reputation, I suppose.

What do you think?

I preferred how things were before, John.

I'm innocent.

I believe you.

Believing you's all I got left.

I'm sorry.

I won't be bullied by men like that.

Please tell me you won't be, either.

You asked me once where I'm from.

I'm from London.

Old London, not what it's become, not... Not what people like me have made it.

I know those people.

I remember those people.

If I don't do what they want... I know how this ends.

So, I'll seek a different ending for both of us.

You'll get longer.

But you'll be safe.

And I'll have a chance of coming out.

I won't be here when you do.

I want you to know that.

Let's at least end this with honesty.

I got closest to you than I ever have to something approaching happiness.

(sniffles) I don't think happiness is where you belong, Edwyn.

No.

I don't think it is.

(hangs up) (sniffles) (breathes deeply) (dial tone buzzing) ("Shout" playing in background): These are the things I can do without (people talking in background, glass breaking) Come on I'm talking to you (car door opens) Come on ("Shout" continues) (people talking, shouting) In violent times Vegetables!

What are you trying to do, kill me?

(door closes) What's going on next door?

Oh, one of their boys just got out of the Scrubs.

Don't think I haven't seen you cutting down on me fags.

It's barely a packet a day.

Is that why you shifted me from this morning?

'Cause you knew if I'd come now, it would be busy out there?

Safe?

I've had visitors.

They asked, asked me to give you a message.

Don't say another... I said no.

I said, "I'm Billy Jennings, and I used to be someone round here."

I told them they could do what they wanted to me, and it'd be a blessing, but if they used your name again, I'd come for each and every one of them in turn in the (muted) night.

I could nick the lot of them.

(shouts): No, you can't!

(wheezes painfully) (muted) (coughing) (pants) You can't come here no more.

I can't take it.

The worry.

Now, you're the one thing I've got.

(breathes deeply) And anyway, I'll be somewhere else soon enough.

Dad!

I meant the hospital!

(laughing): St.

Stephen's.

All those pretty nurses, eh?

(laughs) You know, Dad, when I was young, lying in bed, I couldn't sleep till I heard the sirens.

And I'd hear one every night.

Sometimes right outside, sometimes near enough.

It made me feel like there were other people in this world, other grownups that would keep me safe.

And then I could sleep.

I do this job so that kids like me feel safe.

And I do this job so I can come and see my dad whenever I want.

I'm proud of you.

Your mum would be proud of you.

And you don't need to show me what you got inside of you, because I've seen it since the day you were born.

I'm just asking a favor, as an old man, not to have that fear to go with all the others.

Not to have that regret to go with all the others.

I'll see you in the other place.

(music playing faintly) (Bronski Beat's "Smalltown Boy" playing) (people talking in background) Mother will never understand why you had to leave (car door opens) But the answers you seek will never be found at home (light slams down) (people exclaim, door slams) The love that you need Will never be found at home Run away, turn away, run away, turn away Run away (panting) (sniffles, seat belt clicks) (keys rattle, engine starts) (engine revving) (siren wailing) (people shouting) (siren blaring) (tires screech) (people shouting) (chuckles) I'm sorry.

The thing about not cooperating is, you really want to do it before you've cooperated.

I'll plead not guilty and claim the statements were made under duress.

Really going out with dignity here, mate.

If I plead not guilty, they won't know what I told you.

They'll know.

The only difference is, you won't be protected.

I'm sorry.

You've not had any visitors.

You wouldn't allow them.

I would have allowed your mother.

If she'd asked.

Tough mothering down in South London.

You won't get to me like that, Mr.

Boyce.

I've spent my whole life not letting people get to me like that.

(sniffs) Goodman?

Take Mr.

Cooper to the station, give him one box for possessions, and drive him to Wormwood Scrubs where he'll be placed on an open wing.

Open wing?

(chuckles): No.

No, I'll speak to the governor-- a murder would be unhelpful.

Don't put him in the Scrubs yet.

Stick Cooper in the system as a cooperating witness, give him one last night in the station.

With his phone.

Now, the thing about gold is that, um, that it's not yours, you know, not really.

You're just looking after it.

And then you die, and it, um, it passes on.

(exhales) Gold is the one thing I've ever understood.

It's the one thing I've, I, I, I've ever had a, a talent for.

But it's, it's, it's never really mine, you know?

I, uh, I just do what I need to do with it, and, and, and, and I pass it on.

So, yeah, I know gold.

And yeah, maybe, uh, not knowing it, I, uh, I smelted that Mat's Brink gold.

But I'm not some... (chuckles) ...criminal mastermind.

I'm a kid from Solihull, I grew up in a council flat next to the dump, seven kids to a single mum, kicked out of school at 12.

I'm unable to read and write.

I'm no armed robber.

I'm no, uh, money launderer.

I'm just a bloke who knows gold... (exhales) ...who's been taken advantage of something terrible.

BOYCE (voiceover): The jury found Palmer not guilty.

Not guilty?

He was careful.

Others weren't.

(sighs) You need results.

And I'll get them.

Palmer's an embarrassment-- Noye would be a disaster.

He's beaten us once-- he can't do it again.

He won't.

I've cleared you of the allegations, Boyce.

I didn't realize quite how dull you are.

(chuckles): Well, if you care to redirect your investigatory zeal, ma'am... ...start with Carter.

Pull the thread and you'll be surprised who emerges.

There are too many men in this building who serve two masters.

This place doesn't like change, Boyce, but it can't go on forever-- their time will come.

But, but not yet.

Let's keep them out in the open where I can see them.

They'll throw the kitchen sink at you in court.

That's their job.

Do you have enough on Noye?

I believe so, and then there's what he has.

What's that?

Hubris.

(footsteps retreating) (ringing) (button beeps) Cooper.

PARRY (over phone): Don't use my name, please.

EDWYN: I heard about your visit and reacted accordingly.

I'm calling as a friend to tip you off that some people have heard that you're being helpful, and they're a little concerned about that.

I've withdrawn cooperation.

I'm pleading not guilty.

Tomorrow, I'll be relocated to less salubrious surroundings.

I'm sure your friends have the means to confirm all of that.

How you bearing up?

As well as I can.

PARRY: Glad to hear it.

You keep your head down, Edwyn.

You'll be fine.

Edwyn?

Well, you feel like a bit of an Edwyn to me now.

(dial tone buzzing) It's gonna be hot.

(sighs) Wherever Parry is.

I bet it's bloody hot.

Oh, come on, Tone, he might have gone to ground in Rotherhithe, for all we know.

HARRY (over radio): Control to unit two.

Unit two.

I've got the phone trace from Cooper's phone.

Go on, then.

You don't like the heat, do you, Brightwell?

(sighs) (laughs) For (muted) sake.

(reporters calling, shutters clicking) REPORTER: Give me a smile, Marnie!

(reporters calling) (shutters clicking) REPORTER: Where's the rest of the gold?

(reporters calling) MCHUGH: This started with gold and this ends with gold.

Three tons of it, Mr.

Boyce.

Stolen from the Brink's-Mat depot on the Heathrow Trading Estate on the 26th of November 1983.

You were tasked with finding that gold.

I was.

And over these past few years, with your well-manned task force and your extravagant budget, have you found any gold that can definitively be described as part of the stolen Brink's-Mat gold?

No.

We don't have the gold because Mr.

Noye and his associates have smelted half of it, and Mr.

Noye won't tell us where the rest of it is.

However, I believe there is conclusive evidence as to the smelting operation and conclusive evidence that it concerned the Brink's-Mat gold.

Mr.

Noye does not deny the handling of a significant amount of uncustomed gold and related money over that period.

He will explain that to the jury.

We are here to talk about you.

I wasn't aware that I was on trial.

Have you ever been investigated for your conduct in Mr.

Noye's case?

Investigated and cleared.

But investigated.

And cleared.

INSTRELL: Move along, Mr.

McHugh.

The reality is that you are obsessed with Mr.

Noye due to the tragic death of your colleague DC Fordham.

DC Fordham did not die, he was killed.

And I bear no obsession with Mr.

Noye.

Mr.

Noye is a petty criminal who got lucky.

Well, the fact is, I'm a very wealthy man.

And, yes, truth be told, some of my earnings don't trouble the taxman.

I, um, I save him the paperwork, you know what I mean.

CORKERY: And these vast sums of money, they were generated from the smelting and reselling of the Brink's-Mat gold?

(sniffs): You're gonna have to do better than that.

CORKERY: At your house in Kent, police found 11 unmarked gold bars, instructions for a smelter... Most of that was planted.

It was planted.

The rest of it means nothing.

But why you, Mr.

Noye?

If you believe that you've been unfairly targeted, that the police have fabricated the evidence against you, why would they land on you?

Because they don't like men like me getting rich.

There's a certain type of copper who really gets put out by it, you know?

Jealous of me having that kind of money, that kind of life.

I don't know what the average copper earns in a year, but I imagine I earn that in a day.

(chuckles) So... I moved a lot of gold, and a lot of money came out of that.

And yes, the taxman, I suspect, will want to have a quick word with me after this, and that's fine.

But I'm not Brink's-Mat.

I ain't.

(chuckles) I don't know nothing about that robbery other than what was already in the papers.

That some blokes from South London nicked it, and he ain't found it.

(jackhammers pounding) MATEO: It's working, Seor Palmer.

We have sold a quarter of the properties and have 50 builders working on the rest.

Where's the money?

MATEO: They say in El Dorado there was a king who left piles of gold all around the city to show the people he was not afraid of them stealing it.

The money is safe, Seor Palmer, but there's a lot of it.

And this is a small island.

El Dorado needs its king.

(door opens) (traffic passing outside, horns honking) (door closes) (chair scrapes) (sniffs) I ain't got it.

We know.

(sniffs) We know you went to Panama.

I don't think you knowing I went to Panama gets you very far, does it?

You'll get ten years.

I'll do five.

And to be fair, I reckon life won't look too bad when I get out.

(chuckles, pulls out wallet) (notes shuffling) (suitcases shifting) When the messenger came, I thought it might be flowers.

(chuckles) You used to send me flowers when we had something to celebrate.

I needed a new one.

Why?

They tried to nick you over there.

Yeah, I can sort that.

So you're a gangster now, are you?

(chuckles) We're gonna fix things, love.

I promise.

But it's gonna take time, and it's gonna take money.

Now, we had to send Scadlynn bankrupt, and since then, there ain't a bank in England that'll lend me a penny.

So I have to earn some crust over there, take the pressure off a bit.

Then we can start getting back to the way we were.

There's no getting back to that.

No.

Well, be back in a week.

Two at most.

You know, John.

Yeah?

All those things your dad did, yeah?

All those things that you carry with you?

You'd have forgiven every single one of them if he hadn't have left.

I'm not leaving.

(door opens and closes) (inhales) How you doing?

Well, I'd rather be sitting that side of the table.

You will be.

And from what I've read, they've got less on you than they had on me.

You're a clever boy, John.

Yeah, kept yourself very clean.

Hidden.

Can I do anything for you?

No, you're all right.

Am I all right?

(inhales) Of course you are.

You're just a poor kid from Solihull who got taken advantage of something terrible.

(chuckles) No, no one's coming looking for you, John.

You enjoy the sunshine.

Might even come visit you.

Let's get you off.

Hey?

And then it's done.

I don't know, John.

Brink's-Mat.

The size of it, all the people involved.

I don't think it'll ever be done.

(bell rings) If we took on every crime that comes out of Brink's-Mat, we'd be here for 20 years.

And they want their building back.

You know, sir, I look at it all, and I don't know who won.

Well, we'll know who's won when the juries come back.

But that doesn't change what you lot achieved.

This is some of the finest pieces of policing I've known.

Because outside this room, this, the whole picture, never existed.

That was the genius of it.

This was a story about individuals united only by greed.

None of them knew that all the others existed.

None of them could see the whole picture.

They just knew their own jobs.

Their own greed.

But we tracked them down and built cases that have never been built before.

We made alliances that haven't been made before.

We all know what we lost along the way.

But we took on more here than anyone will ever know, and what came out of it was this lot in the dock.

What happens next is out of our hands.

So, pack up, seal the files, and I thank you for your service.

Can we have a word, sir?

I'm putting you two up for promotion, which is a fairly terrifying prospect.

TONY (chuckles): Thank you, sir.

We only have the money because of you.

You were right to chase it.

And we got a few buildings, sir.

Parry slipped the rest away.

We need to get ourselves to Panama.

(chuckles): It's over, Jennings.

Well, that's what we want to talk to you about, sir.

We'd like to go with you-- your next job.

NICKI: We can't go back to Flying Squad after this.

This felt important, like we were changing things.

We want to do something else that feels like that.

You two will have fine careers.

I have no doubt that you will change things wherever you go, but there is no next job.

(sighs) When Brink's-Mat is done, (knock at door) I'm done.

Jury's back at the Old Bailey, sir.

What are you gonna do, sir?

Travel.

I'd like to go to Cyprus.

To lay a wreath.

(lock turning) ("Atmosphere" by Joy Division playing) Walk In silence Don't walk away In silence See the danger Always danger Endless talking Life rebuilding Don't walk away INSTRELL: Has the jury reached a verdict?

(sniffs) Yes, Your Honor.

Kenneth James Noye is charged with conspiracy to dishonestly handle gold stolen from the Brink's-Mat warehouse on the 26th of November 1983.

He is, in addition, charged with fraudulently conspiring to evade V.A.T.

payments on the stolen gold.

How do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

(spectators exclaim, applaud) On all charges.

(exclaiming and applauding) INSTRELL: Defendant will be sentenced this afternoon.

I hope you all die of cancer.

(spectators gasping, exclaiming) INSTRELL: Take him down!

(spectators murmuring) He said he'd finished.

Who?

Cooper.

He said he'd finished cleaning the money.

We thought we stopped him.

We thought we stopped all of them.

There was more to come.

More gold, more money.

But he said he'd finished.

What does that number mean to you?

(keys rattling) (lock turning) We've dropped the charges against your wife.

You're looking at 14 years, by my reckoning.

A lot of life in 14 years.

You have one card, Noye.

Where's the other half of the gold?

I'll be remembered for what I did, Mr.

Boyce.

In my world, at least.

'Cause no one's ever done anything like that before, have they?

(sniffs): One-and-a-half ton of gold just... (makes whooshing sound effect) ...vanished into thin air.

And having you lot run about like clowns, all that chasing, all that digging, for something that was never there.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be remembered for that.

(keys rattle) (door closes) (lock turns) (exhales) (door opens) They only ever had half of it, sir.

The gold must have been split right at the beginning.

I know.

("A Forest" by The Cure playing) (engine starts) (engine revving) (sighs) (both laughing) Where do we start?

At the beginning.

Six blokes in a van.

Come closer and see See into the trees Where do we start?

At the beginning.

Six blokes in a van.

BOYCE: The Brink's-Mat investigation is now about the largest criminal fortune in British history... MCLEAN: 150 million all built on Brink's-Mat.

BOYCE: ...and about us taking it from them.

Find Charlie Miller and get enough on John Palmer to bring him down.

I don't know where the other half of the Brink's-Mat gold is.

(laughs) There are better ways to launder money, and I can show you them.

LAURETTA: Whatever it is you're doing, I can stop it.

CAMPBELL: No, you can't, because you let in the wolves, and the wolves don't leave.

(fires) Our detective's got a bull's-eye on his back.

(shouting): Flying Squad!

Nick him!

(glass shatters, people exclaim) KADENE: When you walk the streets of London, don't you ever look around and wonder where all the money comes from?

LUNDY: If he gets away now, he's got the money to stay gone forever.

JOHN: I built a bloody empire.

WILLIAMS: Empires fall, Mr.

Palmer.

JOHN (shouting): I'll decide when I'm finished!

(grunts) KENNETH (on phone): Hello, John.

I need a bit of help.

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