The Gold (2023) s01e02 Episode Script

1
Get down!
(reporter) Six robbers have
carried out an armed raid,
stealing almost three tonnes
of gold bullion.
(laughs)
- You two picked up Brink's-Mat?
- Yes, sir.
- I'm taking it over.
- So our friend says you can shift it.
- I can shift it.
- (John) I'm not a villain.
Not like that.
Neither am I.
All we'd be doing
is turning it legit.
- (John) It's too pure.
- We'll disguise it.
- A bit rough and ready.
- Yeah, it's been bashed about a bit.
And there's no point doing it
if you can't clean
what comes out the other side.
This is Kenneth Noye, Mr Cooper.
I shall take 25% to clean it
through Swiss bank accounts.
What you're talking about,
that is that's a different level.
You need a team to do it.
You'd need a lot of people
looking the other way.
(Kenneth)
Well, then, let's get started.
("Temptation" by New Order playing)
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(John) Gold!
You've got it, we want it.
Best prices guaranteed.
No amount too big or small.
Send us your gold or visit us
at these markets.
- Scadlynn, we want your gold.
- (squeals)
I knew you'd end up in Hollywood,
John, with those eyes of yours.
West Country TV at midnight's
hardly Hollywood, Marnie.
(both laugh)
Another drink for the film stars?
Ah, yes, please, Marnie.
Hope it's not too expensive,
all that advertising?
No, no, no.
No, pays for itself, this stuff.
(Edwyn) I shall be away tomorrow.
- Oh?
- For the night.
Golf with clients.
Wales, of all places.
You haven't played golf in 20 years.
And this is why.
You play golf, you end up in Wales.
# Heaven.
# A gateway.
# A hope.
# Just like a feeling inside. #
(Kenneth) Hello, Brian.
Jesus!
Hello, Kenny.
It's good to see you back.
Yeah, well, I missed the rain.
Here, let me get you a drink.
No, no.
I'll get these, Brian.
# Too hard to say.
# Up, down, turn around.
# Please don't let me
hit the ground. #
Scadlynn Gold Merchants,
we'll buy your gold.
That's right,
you might have seen us on the telly.
Come have a look!
# Please don't let me
hit the ground. #
Scadlynn gold!
Rita, my love, come here.
Keeping well?
What have you got for me today?
Absolutely gorgeous.
Thank you very much.
(Garth) Yeah, yeah, thank you.
(John) Mr Chappell, that's from Rita.
Give me a tenner for that, will you?
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The account operates
under a codeword,
but we do need
a name for internal use.
That'll be Mr Parry.
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Hello, Jeannie.
- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Hello, Kenny.
How are you, then?
(Jeannie sighs)
It's like a dagger through
my heart, actually, this, Kenny.
Yeah.
(sighs) Losing a husband,
then losing an house.
Ain't been a great few months,
to be fair.
Yeah, I heard the well
ran a little dry.
I need debts chasing.
I'll give you half.
Come on, Jeannie, you know plenty
of blokes who could do that for you.
But they can't give you what I can.
What's that, then?
A job.
A what?
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(phone line ringing)
Ready?
Yeah.
Yes.
Yes.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, then, we'd best get started.
(whistles)
We're looking for six robbers
and three tonnes of gold.
We have McAvoy and Robinson.
So now it's four robbers
and three tonnes of gold.
And here they are.
Intelligence, surveillance,
and a bit of common sense.
Four names, four robbers.
Take them at the same time.
Tell their wives they're
going to Hackney nick.
Bring them here for questioning.
Then we'll have until their lawyer
gets from Hackney nick to here
to get one of them
to give up the gold.
Questions?
Do it quietly.
Remember, they'll be watching us
just as much as we'll be
watching them.
(Kenneth)
You lot keeping busy, then?
Oh, you know us, Kenny,
all the high-end stuff.
Car chases, cat burglars.
Actually, there was
a cat burglar, to be fair.
Someone nicked a kitten
down in Sidcup.
No!
The owner gave us a list of suspects.
- Two of 'em was dogs.
- (both laugh)
And to think the Met
don't take us seriously!
That lot must be knocking
about a bit, then, the Met?
Oh, what would they want out here?
I just thought the, er,
Flying Squad might be poking about
that Brink's-Mat job.
Oh, no.
Not in bloody Kent, they're not.
Well, unless they reckon
it was a couple of dogs.
(both laugh)
- Hackney?
- Worth a go.
How can we help?
Go on, then.
Give me the alibis.
My client was at home with his wife
after spending the evening
socialising with friends.
My client was staying
with his elderly mother,
who recently suffered a stroke,
though fortunately is lucid enough
to testify to his presence.
My client was with his family.
I have signed statements from all
of them, bar the two-year-old.
But I could ask her to draw you
a picture, if you'd like.
Unfortunately, my client's
recently emigrated to sunnier climes
on account of his asthma.
But he has asked me to pass on
his very best wishes
to your investigation.
I'm twiddling my thumbs here, Kenny.
You got to speed it up.
Yeah, I will.
I've ordered that thing from Hatton
Garden to knock off the numbers.
Yeah, well, I hope you were careful.
Don't have to tell me that, John.
(John) All quiet round your way?
Yeah, they've not heard a peep.
Good, good, good. Good.
And make sure your lot
keep their heads down, alright?
Nothing flash, no spending, alright?
Yeah, you don't have to
tell me that, Kenny.
("So What" by Miles Davis playing)
(knock on door)
Sir, every day, more of that gold
will be getting turned into money,
and we're not doing anything
about it.
The only way the gold
turns into money
is if they manage to sell it
back into the market.
If they do, then the only people
who will notice it
is the gold and precious metals
division at Customs.
I mean, can can we go
and speak to them, sir?
Customs believe with some
justification that we're corrupt.
As a result, they'll most likely
tell you nothing while inflicting
a level of humiliation that would be
inappropriate for me to experience
but that I think you two
could comfortably handle.
(knock on door)
It's Brink's-Mat, isn't it?
Er, can we help you?
Sorry, I'm I'm Osborne.
I think you're waiting for my boss.
Been waiting a while, mate.
So, you do gold, do you?
(Archie) Er, yeah, uncustomed gold.
Yeah, where VAT's being avoided,
which tends to mean stolen or,
er, nicked, to use your parlance.
It's Brink's-Mat, isn't it?
Will he be long?
Oh, he won't help you.
No, this is a little déclassé
for Her Majesty's Customs.
- Yeah.
- What's our jurisdiction again?
- London.
- All of it?
All of it.
He'll help us.
Okay.
Good luck.
Oh, but it's beautiful, John.
Did you see the seats?
Give me the keys. Give me the keys.
We're taking it back.
What are you on about?
We've been waiting months for it.
(John) We don't have the money.
You've been out at that
smelter every night.
How can we not have the money?
It's not as simple as that.
Alright?
Look, give it some time.
We can have any car that we want
but not yet.
We're taking it back.
(door closes)
- Cheeky bastard.
- Nice biscuits.
They were nice biscuits.
So, not all of London, then?
Ha-ha.
It's Brink's-Mat.
Now tell us one thing we don't know.
Erm, alright.
Well, if they have half a brain,
they won't try and move the gold
without removing the serial numbers.
- How would they do that?
- Portable smelter.
And if if they didn't
expect the gold,
then they wouldn't have
got one in advance.
- Where would they get it?
- Hatton Garden.
Ask for anyone paying cash.
And then what comes after the,
er, smelter?
Well, let's just start with that.
Look at this.
The new flats at Chelsea Harbour.
Whatever the hell that is.
There's nothing wrong
with reinvention.
"Furnishing available
by the Conran Shop."
Dear God, can you imagine?
Well, you can't buy class.
I have another trip away this week.
We're going down to the school
on Wednesday.
Ah, that place, yeah,
that's one option.
Sorry?
- Not one that I particularly favour.
- She will be going there.
What, because you did?
Because I did, because my mother did.
Because my father is on
the Board of Governors
and pays for their education.
None of this is news to you, Edwyn.
I just think we should consider
some more, er, modern options.
And what might modern mean to you?
It means that her life won't be
marked out in advance.
It means it won't be predictable,
narrow, and boring.
(scoffs)
Is that what I am to you?
Am I boring compared to
more modern options?
That's not what I'm saying.
We're going down to the school
on Wednesday.
(door slams)
(Mo) Nothing springs to mind.
Listen, mate, I've been in half
the merchants in Hatton Garden
this morning, and, er,
no-one's been pleased to see me!
(chuckles)
I know this game's
blurry around the edges.
I don't care.
I just want to know if anyone's
ordered a smelter for cash.
Sorry, it's not ringing a bell.
(sighs)
No.
That's what you say
to get rid of police.
I mean, that's what
the good villains say.
But people who aren't villains,
people who've got themselves
into a bit of a situation
and don't know how to get out of it,
they talk about things not springing
to mind and about bells not ringing.
So
(clears throat)
let's try again.
They gave a moody name and paid cash.
When they were told it would take
a week to come down from the factory
in Worcestershire, they said they'd
pick it up there themselves.
When?
Tomorrow. Which means I need a bug
and a pursuit vehicle
flown over from Belfast today
so we can bug the smelter tonight
and follow whoever picks it up
tomorrow.
We're fighting a bombing
campaign in two countries.
If we request moving resources
from Northern Ireland,
it will go up the chain of command
and come back down
as a fairly ugly no.
You don't have to send it up.
I can speak to who
I need to speak to.
(Cath) You've got surveillance
on the task force.
John Fordham and his team.
Doesn't get better than that.
No, they're round the clock
on the robbers.
(Stewart) Then why are you chasing
a bloody smelter?
Your job is to catch your robbers
and find the gold.
The case is opening up a little, sir.
Not without discussion, it's not.
(Cath) The smelter leads
back to the gold, sir.
I'll monitor the operation
personally.
(Stewart)
Fine, but you'll use what you have.
They're Flying Squad detectives,
Boyce, not traffic wardens.
They can follow a bloody car.
Let's hope they can, sir.
(Marnie) Huh.
(children giggling)
More? We're putting more on you,
then, are we?
Okay, do it again.
(girl) Rub it in.
(Marnie laughs)
Do you want some earrings as well?
I like the earrings.
I think they're good like
(gasps) So pretty,
like a princess, aren't you?
Whoa!
Oh. I remember when you smelt
of Chanel, not bloody smoke.
Well, it's the smoke that pays
the bills, love.
Innit?
- Hey?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Aren't I worth staying in for, John?
Well
You'll still look like that
in the morning.
Mm-hmm.
And we'll be richer.
Now, where's my wellies?
Where are they?
- I don't know where they are!
- Seriously, I can't find them.
(Parry) Never in my lifetime
did I think
I'd own my own wharf, Mr Cooper.
(Edwyn) Neither did I.
- One down, seven to go.
- It's too slow.
You think this is slow, you wait
until we get to the planning.
For this to work,
the money has to keep moving.
We have to find other
places for it to go.
I've got to skip.
I'll call you later.
Slowly, slowly,
catchy monkey, Mr Cooper.
Yes.
(engine starts)
(Tony sighs)
Christ, this is boring.
How'd you get here?
Clapham, weren't it?
Yeah, er, Burglary
and then Serious Crimes
and then Flying Squad
and then, God help me you.
Here's how I got here.
Two years at Hendon, top of the year,
and then they asked
if I'd switch to Secretarial.
Then three years at Hackney.
But just the sex offences,
'cause only a woman can handle that.
So that was three years of
battered wives and ruined kids
until I told my Super I'd go
above him rank by rank
until someone let me do
the same job as the blokes.
Then they put me on Murder Squad
and told me to take statements.
So I read the statements
and I taught myself how to see
all the little holes liars leave
when you read 'em right.
And I caught people.
And I caught some more, and I caught
enough to make it to Flying Squad
and to sit here and listen to you
telling me this is boring.
(sighs)
That's how I got here.
(Tony) Alright.
So stop your moaning and give me
one of your sandwiches.
- No way. I told you you'd need some.
- Oh, come on.
You're punishing me
for being prepared.
I'll have the lot
if you don't shut up.
I don't think so.
I made 'em.
Here we go.
(Nicki) We've got movement.
(Harry) Stand by, all cars.
- I'll take it.
- Just like that?
Just like that.
No wife to consult?
No, she doesn't get involved in this.
That keeps it simple.
We offer a furniture package
through the Conran Shop,
if you're interested.
I'll take that, too.
We're selling the berths,
if you sail.
I can't swim.
There's a pool downstairs.
You could learn.
It's a bit late for that.
Oh? I think a man
who buys a place like this
10 seconds after walking in the door
can do anything he wants.
(Nicki) He's got the smelter
and he's moving.
Count to 10, stay two cars behind.
(Harry) Count to 10,
stay two cars behind.
- Right. I'm driving.
- Why?
'Cause it's like going out
with my nan.
Get out!
(sighs) Well, fine then.
Car one, location?
Still heading east through
Surrey on the A25.
He's sticking to back roads.
We're on him but we're struggling.
He's not hanging about,
and he's got a lot more under
his bonnet than we do.
It's difficult to engage in
a pursuit without a pursuit vehicle.
- (phone rings)
- (Harry) Hello?
(man) Yes, calling about
the stolen lorry two weeks ago.
Yeah, thanks.
It's a false plate, sir.
Nicked from a lorry two weeks ago.
Shit!
(Tony) He's turned off.
South on the B522.
I'll tell you one thing, sir.
He isn't going to South London.
Stand down the London cars.
(Harry) Stand down
cars two and three.
Save you a bit of overtime.
Got him, sir.
Woman driver.
(Tony) He's one car ahead.
We may have a problem.
- That ain't good.
- (bell ringing)
Fuck it!
- Beautiful, ain't it?
- (gasps)
Stop, stop! Jesus Christ, Nic!
Stop! Jesus Christ!
(tyres screeching)
(panting)
(train passing)
Lost him, sir.
(Boyce) No.
(Tony) Last seen in Kent heading east
over a level crossing
outside West Kingsdown.
Where does this end?
I don't know.
But it doesn't end with the robbers.
Next time you need something,
come to me.
I'm still trying to get
the mix right.
The old bits, that adds character.
And the new stuff
that ups the quality.
See?
I always think how each
one of these must have a story.
Who bought it.
Who they bought it for.
Why they bought it.
You just just take
all those stories
and just melt 'em all together.
I'm making a new story.
I'm making a new life for us.
Look at the life we have now, John.
Neither of us could've dreamt this.
I know.
I know, love.
The thing about gold is,
if you have enough of it,
it can give you a life you don't
have any business dreaming about.
Come here.
Straight back to class.
(door closes)
I'm afraid that here at St Jude's,
the sands are shifting beneath us.
To the nouveau riche,
we're seen as old hat.
Admissions are down.
And government support is sensitive
in our new classless society.
Our bursar, Mr McDonald, has been
approached by property developers
to buy the old wing
and convert it into flats.
Which is why we need
to stick together.
And you need to entrust
your daughter to us.
Stand up for tradition
and say, perhaps society
is just fine as it is.
(clears throat)
100,000 in 50s, please, love.
From the Scadlynn account.
We're sorry, sir.
We did what we could with
the resources we were given.
- Can we go down to Kent?
- What for? A bit of train-spotting?
To try and pick up the trail, sir.
We could We could talk
to Kent Police,
see if the car
means anything to them.
What's the first rule
of working in Kent?
Don't tell Kent Police you're there.
Or the birds start singing.
Good luck.
You ready, Jeannie?
(Jeannie) Two minutes, love.
I'm just doing me barnet.
(knock on door)
(door opens)
Piece of piss.
(door closes)
What's going on up top, Brian?
It's a disguise.
Our one aim is not
to attract attention.
And one way to attract attention
is to walk about
with what appears to be
a fucking squirrel on your head.
Hello, Jeannie.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
You look great, Jeannie.
Thank you, Brian.
- I love the wig.
- See?
Jeannie, the idea is that
people don't remember you.
We're going uptown, Kenny.
I'll not go uptown in rags.
Yeah, I love it.
You still married, Brian?
Depends who's asking.
- Shall we have a little drink?
- Yes.
No! Right, you, lose the syrup
and piss off home.
And, you, get up them stairs
and don't come down
looking like Liberace.
Cheeky sod.
It's pure silk, this is.
And none of your hooky stuff,
neither.
Kenny, it's not as easy at that.
It's glued on.
(door closes)
(clears throat)
It's nice to see you, love.
Hello, Micky.
How've you been?
How the fuck do you think I've been?
The thing is, Micky,
you're looking at 20 on a good day.
- Hmm? It's a long time.
- Yeah.
You're not doing much
for the old morale here, love.
I'm just saying.
How do I know if I wait for you,
you'll look after me?
I'm sorry.
Prove it.
How about a nice house
in the country?
How about a nice house
in the country?
I could do with a drink, Kenny.
We get this done, Jeannie,
you can drink the Thames.
You know, Jeannie, people like us,
we have to fight twice as hard
to get anything in this world,
don't we?
We fight to get it,
then we fight to keep it.
So I never thought I'd see the day
where Jeannie Savage
would let them take
that nice house of hers away
without fighting to keep it.
When all you need to do
is stick it in the bank.
Don't fucking move.
(Nicki) Come on, then, get 'em out.
(Tony grunts)
Are you taking the piss?
(sighs)
All this running
Boyce is making me do,
it's made me
think about my life, Nic.
About mortality,
about the cold hand of death that
sits ever present on our shoulders.
- Bacon sandwich?
- Absolutely.
(Nicki chuckles)
(dogs barking)
Good boys.
Good boys.
- (phone ringing)
- (Brenda) Ken?
Ken, love.
Yeah?
(Brenda) Ken.
(Kenneth) Yeah?
That one's been going all morning.
Get out.
Stop.
Yeah?
You know, Kenny, I thought
the one thing that'd be easy
about being in here
would be the old domestic,
but if anything, it's bloody worse.
What do you want, Micky?
Two houses.
Here you go.
Have a nice day.
Be safe, yeah?
Tony!
Dave, hiya.
Alright?
Er, we went to Hendon together.
Oh, so he did get
some training, then?
(Dave) Well, a little, yeah!
(laughter)
Hey, you're Flying Squad these days,
aren't you?
- That's right, yeah.
- Yeah.
So, what you doing down here?
We're on our way to the coast.
A suspect legged it for France.
Didn't make it past Dover.
Right.
- Good to see you, Tony.
- Cheers, Dave.
(knock on door)
(Boyce) You're Osborne?
Y-Yes, yes, sir.
You were right about the smelter.
Right about the s
Oh, well, glad to be of assistance.
That's lucky.
I'm seconding you to my task force.
Oh, they'll, er, never allow that.
Oh, I've just met with your superior.
I informed him of my plan
to publicly announce my gratitude
for the assistance of
Her Majesty's Customs
in the Brink's-Mat investigation.
He recognised that
as the trap that it was,
and we negotiated
all the way down to you.
I see.
Go through every suspicious
gold transaction you have
since the day of the robbery.
Come and see me
when you find something.
Okay. Okay, well well, shall I wear
some form of a uniform or
Were you in the Scouts?
Mm, no, no, my mother felt
they were fascistic.
- Just wear your own gear, then.
- Okay.
Wear my own gear.
I was clear that I wouldn't deal
with those at the coalface.
Call it a one-off.
This is exposing.
It's very well you
and I buying property
You're talking about
the accused ring leader.
It's ludicrous.
Well, he's looking at 25 years,
Mr Cooper.
The feeling is, if he gets
the houses, he'll take the 25.
Everything else moves on.
That's short-sighted.
Micky McAvoy for ya.
He's in prison.
And he's got friends who ain't.
Why does he need two?
Yeah, well, that's another story.
It looks a bit flimsy, with the wood.
(Edwyn) It's stayed up for 300 years.
You should be fine.
(Kathleen) Yeah, that'll do.
Yeah, I should hope so.
Be good for parties.
- Christ.
- No parties, Kath, please.
God, you lot are boring.
Listen, Jackie.
You really need to keep your
head down with this one, please.
You don't need to tell me to keep
my head down, Gordon.
Just trying to help, Jackie.
You know me.
I'll take it.
This is a mistake.
You can't make a mistake, Mr Cooper,
if you've got no choice.
Okay. This is boring.
Come on, then.
How did Micky McAvoy know your dad?
My old man was by a country mile
the worst villain in England.
He paid off that many people every
time he did a job, he made a loss.
I don't mind that he paid off
people like McAvoy.
But I do mind that he paid off
bent police, bent lawyers.
Those ones
the ones who make
clean money from the law
and dirty money from breaking it,
those are the ones I'd like to nick.
Mm.
Those ones don't get nicked easy.
(Nicki) Yeah, and that's this
country's whole problem right there.
The game's crooked because
the ones who set the rules
(Tony) Don't turn round.
Brian Reader, you sure?
100%, sir.
We pulled him in for the
Baker Street Lloyd's Bank job.
He was on the run into Spain
last time I heard.
He must have run out of money, sir,
which means he's looking for work.
Something's going on in Kent, sir.
(loud chatter)
(Boyce clapping)
Who knows someone who worked in Kent
but doesn't work there now?
My old Super.
He's a DCI in Clapham.
- Straight?
- As a die, sir.
Don't give him the names.
Congratulations.
Spending money
doesn't require talent.
Making it does.
To a degree.
You know, I shouldn't
have got this job.
When I went for the interview,
I saw all the men waiting for theirs.
Older, more experienced.
So I went in and said
they can keep the salary.
I'd work for free for a year,
commission only.
And I got it,
'cause London's changing.
It's about
ambition.
Possibility.
How about dinner tonight?
I'm
I'll be going home for dinner.
Well, then
Here's to possibilities.
Special Task Force?
That's it, Guv.
Over the river, too.
Well, good for you, son, huh?
So, what's the job?
Er, we hope to chat to you
about Kent, sir.
(clears throat)
Off the record.
Who moves stuff on down there,
bigger jobs, more specialist?
(exhales sharply)
I could give you 100 names.
With links to South London.
Er, make that 200.
It's not about names,
it's about links.
So, give me your suspects,
I'll give you links.
It's Brink's-Mat, sir.
I knew it was Brink's-Mat when
he said you were over the river.
Huh, I've been in the game longer
than the three of you put together.
Stop pissing about
and give me your suspects.
(Nicki) We reckon that's the other
four robbers, sir.
Get on the floor!
No.
No.
No.
Well, if he's involved
he'll have his mate
doing the gold.
Who's his mate?
Kenneth Noye.
He's linked to a McAvoy associate
and has convictions
for fencing stolen goods.
I knew if I hung in there,
one day you two would tell me
something interesting.
We've never heard of him.
- You wouldn't have.
- There's nothing in the system.
He's not the sort of villain
you put in the system.
This is Boyce.
Get me everything you have on
Kenneth Noye by tomorrow morning.
We looked at him for a long time
in criminal intelligence.
We knew he was a fence.
I thought he was something more.
But he has something
that not many of them have.
What's that, sir?
Protection.
Oh, you're going to do me
again here, you bandit.
(chuckles)
Get Oh.
(laughs)
That is the one good thing about
being a copper in Kent.
You get good at darts.
(Kenneth) Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right.
I saw some Flying Squad
down your way the other day.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, said they were
on their way to Dover.
Well, it's a funny route to take.
Yeah, it is, yeah.
Unlucky.
Shut up.
Thanks.
(clears throat)
Er, 300,000, please, love.
In 50s.
Let me just check if we've got it.
- Scadlynn?
- 300,000.
I've raised our concerns.
Give him it.
I'll call it in,
and I'll go higher this time.
- (Marnie) Hello, George.
- Oh, hello, Marnie.
You wanting a cup of tea?
No, I'm, er I'm here official
today, Marnie, believe it or not.
Oh, yeah?
(George) Yeah.
(muffled conversation)
(John) Oh, fuck.
Ah.
(muffled conversation continues)
Hey, George.
- How you doing?
- Hello, John.
We had a call from a dog walker.
- Yeah?
- About the smoke.
(John) Well, I'm just smelting
some scrap jewellery, mate.
I mean, I'd open up and show you,
but you'd get a hell of a suntan.
Here, here you are.
You take something for that
poor missus of yours. Hey?
- Oh, no, John, I can't do that.
- No, come on.
When was the last time
you made her smile? Hey?
No, John. Come on.
You know I can't.
(Marnie) Leave him alone, John.
You should be apologising.
There's old ladies getting mugged
in Bristol.
Poor George has been
dragged down here
to talk about your bloody smelter.
Yeah, you're right.
You're right. Come on.
Let's get you back out there,
chasing the real crooks.
(door closes)
You bought it.
You bought the wing.
I'll do something tasteful with it.
We could've given them the money,
but, no, you swoop in like a vulture.
Do you know how embarrassing
that is for the family?
I'm not embarrassed.
- I'm not talking about you.
- I know you're not.
- My father nearly had a heart attack.
- Oh, he heard, did he?
Of course he heard.
He's the bloody governor.
You wanted him to hear.
My God, Edwyn, you're a chippy
little bastard, aren't you?
You know, men like him need
to know this country's changing.
The money, the new money has power.
And the old systems, the old rules,
they're being swept away.
- Where did you get the money?
- That's no concern of yours.
It's cheap, Edwyn,
this thirst you have for money.
Only those with money
get to call it cheap.
Perhaps if being amongst
all this entitlement
is so terribly hard for you,
then you should leave.
Perhaps I should.
(Isabelle) And you're wrong.
This country doesn't change.
There is nothing the system likes
more than those who take it on.
That's when it gets
to show its strength.
(door opens, closes)
People couldn't decide which half
of you was worse, gypsy or Irish.
But you you took me out
with your one suit.
You told me all the things
you were going to do
and all the money
you were going to make.
And I thought,
if he does half of that,
I wouldn't mind being
along for the ride.
And then when you worked
every hour of the day, when you
ducked and dived and brought
the coppers to the door,
I let it go, 'cause we were skint
and you were trying to change that.
But I don't know why you're
still working like that, John.
Living like that.
I don't understand it.
And I don't understand you.
Seeing him, er
Seeing him was the problem.
If I hadn't seen him,
I-I could have just
Yeah, I could've just
scraped him together, right,
with things I'd heard.
That he was a Peaky Blinder,
that he was handsome,
tough, bit of a rogue.
I mean, the kind of rogue
that leaves seven of us
in a two-bedroom flat next to a dump,
but, er, mm, he was a rogue
all the same.
I could have just made him up,
if I didn't see him.
But I couldn't miss him.
(sighs)
Because he was a fucking tramp.
Always sleeping here and there.
Blind drunk, begging.
You know, the other kids used
to ask me, they used to say to me,
"Hey, isn't that your da?"
And I'd say, "No."
And, erm, I'd make sure
they never asked again.
Yeah, I saw him.
I lay in bed every night,
and I thought
"Is that where I'd be?
"Is that who I'd be?"
And I decided that
the only way that I could
the only way I could stop
that from happening,
the only protection I could get
was money.
And so I grafted.
I got my first wage at 12.
I got my first shop at 18.
And from then on, graft, money,
graft, money, graft, money.
Just trying to get some distance.
Look, now, this job
that I'm doing now
is legit.
And it is big.
And it's not going to last forever.
It's another month,
two two at most.
And then, erm
And then I'll be too far gone.
And, er, he won't ever catch me.
And I won't ever be him.
No, you won't, John.
No, you won't.
(Edwyn) Thanks for coming.
(Sienna) It sounded interesting.
I'm looking for cash purchases
that I can spruce up and sell on.
That sound like something
you could find?
Sounds like half of London.
I'll pay you whatever
commission they give you here.
Is it legal?
I'm a lawyer.
That just means you know
what laws you're breaking.
Yes, it's legal.
There are a lot of blokes
out there making a lot of money.
I thought you could offer
a little more.
I'm in the midst of an emancipation.
There are no limits
to what I might offer.
There's not much here, sir.
Whatever he does, he's good at it.
He built his own house
in West Kingsdown.
You've got a visitor. sir.
- Hey.
- What's he doing here?
- I found something.
- Go on.
Two months ago, a man flew
from England to Jersey,
went to a bank, bought 11 bars
of gold, went to another bank,
left the gold in a safety deposit
box, and flew home.
They think it's VAT evasion.
I think it might be a little
more significant than that.
We're not looking for men
buying gold.
Er, yes, you are.
May I?
You'll love this.
Here is £26 million worth
of pure gold in the possession
of people who didn't
expect to have it.
They need to get it to here.
A compromised gold merchant
capable of disguising it.
Now, the problem with this journey
here is serial numbers and movement.
To move it safely, the first job
is to lose the serial numbers.
For that, they're going to use
a portable smelter.
Then they buy more gold
and get a receipt for that gold.
So now if they're stopped
moving a small amount
of the now-unmarked
Brink's-Mat gold
they can show
a corresponding receipt.
So they can now safely travel
with that small amount of gold
over and over again
to our compromised gold merchant.
Now, the first thing the gold
merchant needs is a cover story.
(John) Send us your gold or visit us
at these markets.
Scadlynn Gold Merchants,
we'll buy your gold!
(Archie) They're going to be
handling a lot of gold
and making a lot of money.
They need to explain both to
the taxman and those around them
where it's coming from.
Then the stolen gold arrives.
But the Brink's-Mat gold will
never look like scrap jewellery,
even when they disguise it.
It's just too pure.
So they need a paper trail for
a vast amount of pure gold.
Now, for that, they will go
to a registered gold importer,
no doubt someone they know
and someone they can coerce
into producing fake
importation paperwork.
Then they can take their gold
and their importation paperwork
and have the gold certified
for sale by an assay.
And if you think we're unhelpful,
just wait till you try the assays.
They're not police and they know it.
If it's gold,
they sign it off and hallmark it.
Then the merchant takes
their hallmarked gold
and their importation paperwork
and sells it in bulk
to a bullion wholesaler,
of which there are only four
in the country,
of which one is Johnson Matthey.
Sound familiar?
It was their gold, weren't it?
Brink's-Mat?
"It was their gold, weren't it,"
indeed. Yes, exactly.
Right now, they'll be buying it
all back, as we all are,
'cause those four bullion wholesalers
supply every jeweller in Britain.
Literally, as we speak,
all around the country, every ring,
every watch, every retirement clock
has a little bit
of Brink's-Mat in it.
If you're looking for the gold
it's all around you.
And once it's here
it's gone!
What about the money?
Ha! So, the merchant is paid
for the gold.
Now, if this country
had proper banking laws, a
a bank branch suddenly seeing a
company earn vast amounts of money
and withdraw it in cash might tell
someone about it, but we don't,
so they won't.
So, the gold merchant withdraws
the cash, takes their cut,
and sends the rest onwards
to be paid into a new home.
A disguised bank account
likely set up in Europe
by someone who knows
how to do such a thing.
And from there to a front company,
which disguises it further
through investment,
anywhere they feel it'll be safe.
And then
the money's gone, too.
They'll have needed a lot
of that time to set this up
and a few weeks to smooth it out.
But now this will only get faster
and faster
- and faster
- (John) Gold!
(Archie) and faster
and faster and faster
- (John) Gold!
- (Archie) till one day
it's all gone.
The money and the gold,
out (whistles) into the ether.
It's like it never happened.
How long?
Mm a month.
Two at the most.
Get me Jersey CID.
Vouchsafe Thine aid, Almighty Father
and Supreme Governor of the Universe,
to this our solemn rite
How are the, er, Flying Squad
getting on with the big one?
What big one?
You know, the Brink's-Mat.
Ah, that's not Flying Squad.
Oh, no?
Special Task Force.
Under Brian Boyce.
Boyce?
Yeah, you know him?
No.
Yes.
Yeah!
(John) Who is he?
(Kenneth)
He's as good as they've got.
And he got closer to me
than anyone ever has.
How do we get to him?
We can't.
Come on, Kenny.
I've never met a cozzer
who can't be got to.
Yeah, well, we can't get to him.
And he isn't going to stop.
Well, we're not going to stop either.
(panting)
'Cause when you're in this deep,
you can't stop until it's done.
Well, if he won't stop
and we won't stop
then it's a race.
("2 x 4" by The Fall playing)
# He was agin the rich.
# He was agin the rich.
# He was agin the poor.
# He was agin the poor.
# He was against all trepidation.
# He was agin the rich.
# On the loose again.
# He was agin the rich. #