The Gold (2023) s01e04 Episode Script

1
John Palmer. This is
our compromised gold merchant.
(Marnie) Tenerife.
We leave on Friday.
- I can't.
- You can.
I'd like to clear
the account, please.
- That's £700,000.
- £50s, please.
£10 million in cash in four months
feels more than concerning.
I saw some Flying Squad
down your way the other day.
(Carter) That's not Flying Squad.
Special Task Force,
under Brian Boyce.
(McLean)
Do they have it, Boyce, the gold?
- Whatever's left.
- (McLean) Then go and get it.
There's some nerves flying
around the team, John.
Rather nerves
than overconfidence, sir.
(officer) Police!
Step back! Step back!
- Get back.
- (dog barking)
(officer #2) Fordham's down!
- (John) Ah, come on then! Argh!
- (children scream)
(John chuckles)
(John sighs)
You were halfway back
to Bristol out there.
(John) Mm.
I didn't realise how far I drifted.
(Rod Stewart's "I Don't Want To Talk
About It" playing)
(both chuckle)
(woman singing flatly)
# I can tell by your eyes.
# That you've probably
been crying forever. #
(John and Marnie snicker)
# And the stars in the sky.
# Don't mean nothing to you,
they're a mirror #
Oh, dear. Oh, dear,
oh, dear, oh, dear.
# I don't wanna talk about it #
- Hey, love.
- (Marnie) Mm?
- Why don't you get up there? Hey?
- (Marnie) Mm-hmm.
You've got a hell of a voice on you.
- I will if you will.
- (John scoffs)
I ain't bloody singing.
(Marnie laughs)
(woman) # If I stay #
# Sally called
when she got the word.
# And she said,
"I don't suppose you've heard" #
(Marnie giggles)
"# About Alice"
# When I rushed to the window
and I looked outside #
So good.
# And I could hardly
believe my eyes.
# As a big limousine rode up into
(both) # Alice's drive. #
(both laugh)
# Oh, I don't know why she's leaving
or where she's gonna go.
# I guess she's got her reasons,
but I just don't want to know.
# 'Cause for 24 years, I've been
living next door to Alice. #
(crowd cheering)
# 24 years just waiting
for a chance.
# To tell her how I feel
and maybe get a second glance.
# Now I gotta get used to
not living next door to Alice. #
(crowd cheering)
(Smokie's "Living Next Door to Alice"
playing)
# We grew up together,
two kids in the park.
# Carved our initials
deep in the bark.
- # Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh.
- # Me and Alice.
# Now she walks through the door
with her head held high #
- (children giggling)
- (John) Pbht
(girl) Did you not think to, like,
note it down?
(girl #2) But it was that key.
This one and then this one?
- (John chuckles)
- (girl #2) Swimming and your tea.
- What are we missing, then?
- (Marie) No idea.
These are two days old
by the time they get here.
(John) Ohh.
This is how to live your life.
Lying in the sun, two days behind.
(chuckles)
Ohh, ahh
(suspenseful music playing)
(Boyce) John Fordham is dead,
and you want vengeance.
Vengeance is easy.
Justice is hard.
If we allow ourselves to be ruled
by vengeance
by emotion, by anger
we shall make mistakes,
and justice will not be served.
And we have a lot
of justice to serve.
For Noye and the others,
we shall secure convictions.
We shall find the remaining gold.
We shall find John Palmer.
And we shall find everyone
who made a single penny
from the Brink's-Mat robbery
because every one of them
and every penny
helped put Fordham in that garden.
John Fordham's death is
my responsibility,
and no one else's.
It's my load to carry, and I ask
that you allow me to do so.
(man on radio)
Today's main headlines
A police officer has been stabbed
to death in a garden in Kent.
John Fordham was 45 years old
and a member of the Met Police's
Elite Surveillance Unit.
The owner of the house,
Kenneth Noye, has been arrested.
In other news, a ferry company
owned by Sir
(Stewart) How are the family?
They are brave.
And they shall need to be.
(McLean) We told the press
that your actions were infallible.
I saw that,
and I saw their reaction.
(Stewart) I think the priority now
I shall find every gram of gold,
every penny of laundered money
and nick everyone I can lay
my hands on, no matter who they are
or who they know.
I remember when you didn't
want this job, Boyce.
It's no longer a job, ma'am.
Noye?
Kent Police took him, and they're
in no rush to give him back.
I've spoken to the Home Office.
You'll have him tomorrow,
along with the murder case.
Manslaughter would've been easier
under the circumstances.
When a policeman dies,
word is sent from high places.
Normal service must be resumed.
And Kenneth Noye
must be convicted of murder.
Five in the front, five in the back.
- Sounds like murder to me.
- (Boyce) And me.
But I shouldn't think
we'll make the jury.
There won't be a jury
if you get a confession.
(suspenseful music playing)
(Goodman) We found 11 gold bars
without serial numbers
under the patio
and an instruction manual
for a smelter in the workshop.
No, he can talk his way out of that.
We need the proper gold.
They had 3 tonnes.
They got a decent load of it away
through Palmer,
but there'll be plenty left,
and we need to find it.
We've turned the place over, sir.
It's a very considerable
amount of gold, Goodman.
It's big and it's bright, and it'll
make a funny sound when you hit it.
Keep digging.
(Mrs Dennis) Oi!
You want to leave him alone!
Sorry?
Mr Noye!
That man's a diamond.
He comes over here and cuts
my grass and never takes a penny.
You want to leave him alone.
That's Mrs Dennis.
If she comes back,
chuck her in a hole.
(indistinct conversations)
(suspenseful music playing)
You got a problem?
Good luck, mate.
(footsteps departing)
You asked to see me alone.
They say that you put
the cuffs on Reggie Kray.
You asked to see me alone.
You retire early, you lot, don't you?
(Boyce) Not as early as you.
Have you got enough put away?
Confess to the murder
and tell me where the gold is.
Well, it wasn't murder, and
I ain't got no gold.
We found 11 bars.
(Kenneth) Right.
They got serial numbers on them?
'Cause that's your first problem,
and it ain't your last.
We found instructions to a smelter.
I trade jewellery.
That'd be like nicking
a jockey for having a horse.
We're looking for the bunkers.
(Kenneth) Well, if you find them,
you you let me know.
- We have extensive surveillance
- Spain.
That'd be nice, wouldn't it?
Yeah, retiring to Spain.
With a few quid there
waiting for you.
Confess to the murder
and tell me where the gold is.
That's all the power
you've got left.
Well, I guess we'll find out
soon enough, Mr Boyce,
what power I've got left.
In the war, there were
some nights in London
when all you could hear
was whistling.
My old man was a gunner
in Hyde Park, trying to protect
the king with rockets, while
my mum was under the kitchen table
in Maple Street trying
to protect me with "Ave Marias."
And on those nights, when all you
could hear was whistling
she'd turned to me and say,
"You only need to worry about
the one that's coming for you."
Tonight, when you're
in that cell in the dark
I want you to listen
for the whistling.
And I want you to know
that they're all coming for you.
(door opens, closes)
(Jennings)
Rough around here, innit?
I can say that 'cause I grew up
rougher, but not much.
I'm afraid we can't give you
any more
We walked here, you see?
From Scadlynn,
with these bank statements.
As we walked, we thought,
"How does a bloke in an area
like this go into a bank and pull out
10 million quid in cash,
and no one bats an eyelid"?
I'm afraid we can't give you
any more information
- without a court order
- You ain't given us any information.
If we hadn't have found those
statements, we wouldn't be here.
The only time we can disclose
to the police the details
of a customer account is under
the order of the court
or by the signed authority
of the customer.
(Brightwell clears throat)
We did what we could, which is
to raise concerns internally.
I spoke to the head office again
this morning.
- That's interesting.
- (Brightwell) Very.
- 'Cause it's the afternoon.
- And you didn't know we were coming.
(Jennings) So, why were you
on the phone to 'em this morning?
- (Brightwell) Because you heard.
- (Jennings) You read the papers
about Palmer, about Scadlynn,
about the people you gave
the 10 million quid to.
(Brightwell) But you didn't phone us.
(Jennings) You phoned head office.
A dead policeman.
And you phoned head office?
We haven't broken any rules,
and we're not starting now.
(Brightwell clears throat)
(Sam) Get a court order, and we'll
give you everything that you want.
In the meantime, I can tell you
that the money went into bags,
it went through those doors,
and by now,
I guess it's far away from here.
(Brightwell clears throat)
- (door opens)
- Thanks for your time.
(door closes)
What happened in Kent?
No idea.
I'm going away for a while.
Where are you going?
France.
You can hide anywhere you want,
Mr Cooper.
Don't hide from me
or the people we answer to, okay?
It would appear that those
whose investments we manage
are now under the care
of Her Majesty.
There were six men on that robbery.
Six.
And a lot more involved since.
Now, that little empire
that you're building
and you're taking commission from
belongs to a lot of people.
Some of those people are in prison,
some aren't.
Doesn't matter either way.
But there's a big difference
between hiding and running away.
Do not run away, Mr Cooper.
(door opens)
We need to move the money
from Switzerland to Liechtenstein.
Some of those arrested have
the Swiss account number.
The police shouldn't get beyond
that, but a dead policeman
might bring with it the political
pressure that allows them to do so.
If we take it out as cash
in Switzerland and deposit it
as cash in Liechtenstein,
we will be protected.
That's 10 million quid.
You better drive a big car.
(Parry chuckles wryly)
We should, Mr Cooper.
Why not?
(footsteps approaching)
We were hoping you're a smoker.
A24.
What's that?
That's how you catch them.
(Carter) You always got in early.
When we were in Cyprus,
the EOKA used to hit us at dawn.
When you've woken up to bullets
at dawn enough times,
you never sleep past it.
You need a confession.
And I believe
I could help provide one.
He's a protected witness
in a protected investigation.
Kenneth Noye and I
have a certain rapport.
This is straight up.
An official approach.
It's an official approach
for something you know
I couldn't make official.
He's being charged this afternoon.
Your life will be immeasurably
easier if he pleads guilty.
I could have him do so.
They'll take him up to the holding
cell an hour before the hearing.
Okay.
Just me and the rats.
At this time, usually
it's just me and the rats.
Look, love
(Marnie) It's been nice,
these last couple of days, John.
You know, we felt like
a family again,
and you were back with us, and
you know, it felt like the start
of something.
But now I realise it was the end
of something 'cause, you know,
nothing's ever gonna be
the same again, is it, after this?
I ain't done nothing wrong.
Oh, our whole world's falling apart,
and you've done nothing wrong?
I-I just need some time
to work out what to do
- The police have been in our house!
- And I'll sue them for it.
Did you know him? This man in Kent?
No.
I've never even been to Kent.
Did you know the gold
was Brink's-Mat?
'Course not.
It came to me unmarked.
Then why do the police
want to talk to you?
Because a cop is dead, love.
They're gonna want to talk
to anyone they can.
(telephone rings)
Well, it won't be for me,
will it, John?
Nope.
(ringing continues)
Hello?
(Kate) Mr Palmer, it's Kate Adie
from the BBC.
I was hoping I could interview you
with regards to recent developments?
Ah, sorry, love.
I ain't planning on coming home.
(Kate) Who said anything
about coming home?
Scadlynn took out so much cash
from the bank that the branch had
to order in its own run of £50 notes
from the Bank of England.
That run only went to that branch,
and pretty much all of it
was withdrawn by Scadlynn,
because they always wanted £50s
in an area where no one else
- had much call for them.
- (Jennings) Which means
that every serial number
on every note that came
from the Brink's-Mat gold
starts the same.
A24.
We follow those notes, sir,
we catch 'em all.
Where have you found them?
Er, Brian Reader's house.
Er, Garth Chappell's house,
Scadlynn's office,
and every pub in Hatton Garden,
thanks to Matteo Constantino.
- (Boyce) None at Noye's?
- Not yet.
None past Noye?
- Not yet.
- (Boyce) You've not got it?
- Not yet.
- (knock on door)
- Palmer's in Tenerife.
- How do you know?
'Cause he's on the telly.
All I've heard is that the, er,
police smashed into my house and
arrested the people that were
kindly looking after the place.
And I'm astonished, frankly.
(Kate) And did you know or can you
think of a reason for this happening?
Er, well, they say it's to do
with some bullion robbery.
I'd be amazed if that was right.
But then again, er, I'm just
a bloke on holiday with his family.
- Don't ask me.
- (Kate) The police have
Speak to the Home Office.
Oh, the Spanish won't extradite him.
I know.
Then we can blame the Spanish.
It's time to go, sir.
(John) And I understand they carried
out an SAS-type raid in my property.
And I think that was unnecessary.
Well, what do we do now?
Well, we ain't going home.
- Why are you smiling?
- I'm not.
- Right, good luck.
- (Parry) Where are you off to?
I'll cross by foot.
Then we'll meet at the bank,
and then a spot of lunch, possibly
(vehicle locks engage)
I always thought it was interesting,
how you put the Swiss account
- in my name, Mr Cooper.
- (Cooper) Mm.
Making yourself invisible
by making me very visible.
But that's you all over, isn't it?
Hmm?
I mean, I can see you.
I can hear you.
But I ain't got no idea
who you fucking are.
And sometimes,
I don't think you do either.
But that's all right.
That's just how it was between us.
You were in charge.
You needed me to do things
that you didn't want to do.
This being one of 'em.
But I think, er I think
we've moved past that now.
I think you're not in charge
anymore, Mr Cooper.
'Cause I know
that where you're from
where you pretend you're from
power is permanent.
But where I'm from
it comes from fear.
(judge) Kenneth James Noye, you face
one count on indictment
that on January, the 26th, 1985
you did murder
Detective Constable John Fordham
in West Kingsdown, in Kent.
How do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty?
If you have fear,
you can't have any power.
But if you do not have any fear
then you can have
all the power you want.
(chuckles wryly)
Not guilty, Your Honour.
The trial will be set
for six months' time.
- (gavel bangs)
- Thank you, Your Honour.
(loud digging)
10 days.
That's it. That's the end.
That seems a bit dramatic.
It couldn't be less dramatic, Keith.
It's reality.
It's boring.
It's rent extensions
and overdrafts and loans.
You have run down every alley,
and now there's nowhere left to go.
Nowhere but reality.
Nowhere but the end.
- One painting
- (Maggie) No.
One painting can change everything
in this game.
Can't change this.
If it is the end
will you still be here?
I hope not.
I hope I have it in me to leave.
I hope you haven't taken that, too.
(jackhammer whirring in distance)
(whirring continues)
(whirring continues)
(door opens)
Good afternoon.
I'm looking for a painting.
Ah, I can certainly
help you with that.
- Erm, it's for my wife's birthday.
- (Keith claps)
Well, let's give her something
worthy of the occasion, eh?
(Norman) Oh, okay.
You simply cannot go wrong
with a Turner.
Hold its value, and the detail
only deepens with age.
Yeah.
Have you got something
a bit less posh?
(laughing) Posh?
Turner was born in Maiden Lane
with his mother in the loony bin.
- Keith.
- My customer.
We do have some prints,
if you prefer
(laughs) Print?
It's her birthday,
for Christ's sake.
How about, er,
something a bit more modern?
Modern. That's easy.
Edward Wadsworth, 1932.
Pristine. Absolutely pristine.
Er I don't know.
It's a bit weird, innit?
Bit weird?
It's Edward bloody Wadsworth.
It's the Vorticist movement.
It's the wilful abandonment
of representational art!
All right, mate.
It's just not what I'm looking for.
Oh, no? Then what are
you looking for, then, eh?
- Keith!
- What exalted artistic heights
- are you hoping to scale? Huh?
- All right, forget it.
- A load of dots? Eh?
- (Norman) Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Melting clocks? Huh?
Dogs playing fucking cards?!
Nine days.
(jackhammer whirring)
(footsteps approaching)
Come on.
(soft music playing)
Unbelievable.
(indistinct conversation)
(man on TV speaking French)
(woman on TV speaking French)
(telephone rings)
(ringing continues)
(Cooper) Yes?
(Parry)
Time to come home, Mr Cooper.
(dial tone)
(Vincent) Who is Kenneth Noye?
Members of the jury, if you have
followed the press coverage
of this case, you'd be forgiven
for thinking that Mr Noye
was a top-class, violent villain.
In fact, you're going to hear
something quite different.
He's not the things
they're making him out to be.
He's not some mastermind,
or some big gangster.
He's just a normal family man
who's a workaholic
and enjoys making money,
like the majority of the public do.
He works harder than anyone.
He built our house from scratch when
it was just a hole in the ground.
He's had money for years.
So it is ridiculous
to say he's only just got it
since the Brink's-Mat.
I left school at 16, worked nights
on a printing press on Fleet Street,
worked the days driving a truck,
slept over me dinner.
Bought my first piece of land
for £1,360.
Not one of them pounds came easy.
But I built a bungalow,
sold it, bought a lorry,
started a haulage yard.
And bought more land,
built more houses.
All with proper planning permission,
of course.
Mm-hmm.
But property and haulage
are not
your only lines of business.
No.
When did you start dealing in gold?
About 1978?
Have you ever dealt in stolen gold?
Never.
Never, Mr Noye?
That's right.
Yet you have admitted handling gold
unlawfully in the past.
Not stolen. Smuggled. Uncustomed.
Which means not paying VAT, which
means dodging your tax liability
which means stealing, Mr Noye,
from the people of this country.
Well you had to go around
the houses a bit there, didn't you?
You have made a great deal of money.
- Yes.
- (Purnell) Many millions of pounds.
- Yes.
- So, at any given time
on your premises, you must have
a high value of gold.
- Not on my premises, no.
- (Purnell) No? Why not?
Well, I'm a very private person.
I don't want people around there
knowing I deal in gold.
You wouldn't want people knowing
you're dealing in smuggled gold.
Well, I wouldn't put it
in the Yellow Pages.
(light laughter)
I can't take much more of this.
Well, get used to it, Nic.
This is the future of policing.
Just need to work out how to use it.
I mean, I can't take much more
of you typing with one finger.
Didn't you do typing at Hendon?
No.
Those cheeky bastards.
They told us the blokes
were doing it, too.
(chuckles)
At least I went to training for this.
- Don't look like it.
- And at the training,
they told us
that somewhere in here,
they've combined all the records for
all counties and made it searchable.
So, instead of another six months
trawling through records,
I can just
And there it is.
A24?
A24.
We have property holdings in the UK,
Spain, Florida, the Channel Islands.
All geared toward
a swift realisation of profit.
We make money, we sell, we move on.
Jury are warming to him.
That's because we haven't
got to it yet.
What?
The night.
(Parry) Thanks for coming home,
Mr Cooper.
Those gents, they like to do
their business in person.
Don't worry.
I got to see my children,
sign divorce papers.
So a productive trip all 'round.
Oh, yeah. There is something else.
(Cooper) Where did it come from?
(Parry) Our friends in Bristol.
How much?
700 grand.
We don't deposit the money.
The people that did
are no longer available.
So, what are you suggesting?
You've got to imagine that
they've already picked up
on these banknotes, which means
we either burn this lot here now,
or we find someone to take it
over at Liechtenstein.
- Well, we have enough money.
- (Parry scoffs)
You had enough money, Mr Cooper,
before this even started.
Do you know someone?
Maybe.
That money was a good night
down the dogs.
What dogs?
Crayford.
You went to the dogs, won
exactly 10 grand in brand-new notes
from a bank in Bristol?
That's the magic of the dogs. You
never know what's going to happen.
Thought you had a motor?
No.
Your report said you dropped
the money getting out a car.
- Taxi.
- You know Kenneth Noye?
Not personally, no.
Your husband was
a known associate of his.
Well, you won't be cuffing me
for that, will you, son?
No. But we are charging you
with handling stolen money.
- Good for you.
- (Jennings) If you deny it,
you'll be up the Old Bailey.
Old Fleet Lane.
That's the best place
to park for the Old Bailey.
I ain't scared of much in this life,
and the Old Bailey ain't one of 'em.
My mum looked like you.
- Oh, yeah?
- Knackered.
Charming.
Knackered from covering up
for my old man
hiding whatever he'd done from us,
or the neighbours, or the police.
She spent half her life
looking after us,
and the other half
covering up for him.
There was nothing left for her.
And I looked at her,
and all the others like her,
and I thought "Sod that.
I ain't gonna be punished
so a man can walk free."
I don't think you should be either.
Well, I'm sorry to hear
about your mummy, darling,
but I ain't her.
I'm Jeannie Savage.
And you'll get fuck-all from me.
At 6:15 pm, we received
the order to move forward.
We went over the wall
and into the grounds.
How were you dressed?
Camouflage suits and boots.
Any headgear?
John wore a balaclava.
Then what?
We used the cover of bushes
to move towards the house.
We reached a tree, and then
Then we saw the dogs.
I was with Mr Reader and Brenda
when the dogs started barking.
I called them, but they were
away down the drive.
I wouldn't go down there.
It was too dark.
So, Ken put on his jacket,
and he left.
(Murphy) I retreated to the fence and
I thought that John was following.
And when I got there,
I realised he hadn't.
I looked back.
I saw a torch.
(Vincent)
Where did you get the torch?
From one of our cars.
But that's not all you got
from the car.
Well, that morning,
it wouldn't start, so I'd taken
a knife from the kitchen and
scraped the battery, and then,
I'd left it in the car by mistake.
Why did you take the knife?
To go back indoors with me,
once I'd found the dogs.
You didn't intend to use
the knife as a weapon?
- No.
- (Purnell) Are you right-handed
- or left-handed?
- Right.
Which hand
did you hold the torch in?
Left.
You held the knife, which you did
not intend to use as a weapon,
in your right hand?
Or maybe I held them both together
in my left.
I don't know.
I dropped behind the fence,
banged on it, and I shouted,
"Keep those dogs quiet."
I hoped that the person with the
torch would think I was a neighbour,
and it could provide cover
for John's getaway.
But it meant that
I lost sight of the situation.
You didn't see what happened next?
No.
And then, the torch's beam
caught this masked man
about 4 feet in front of me.
And I just froze with horror.
I thought that was my lot, you know?
Hm.
I thought I was a dead man.
And what happened next?
Well, without a word,
he struck me across the face
with what I thought was a weapon.
So I put my hand up,
shouted for help.
And then I just started striking
with all my strength.
And do you know how many times
you did that?
I really couldn't say.
Ten wounds.
Five in the front of the victim
and five in the back.
As far as I was concerned,
I was fighting for my life.
I heard him shout,
"Help, Brenda," and
What did you do?
I went to get a shotgun.
Mr Reader and I ran down there,
and I loaded the gun
while I was running.
Ken came out of the trees
with his face covered with blood.
Mr Reader took the gun off me,
and he gave it to Ken.
I had made it 'round to the entrance,
from where I saw
three people near John.
One stood over him with a shotgun.
He shouted, "Tell me who you are,
or I'll blow your head off."
That's when we were all ordered in.
And then, this car drives in,
unmarked.
So, as far as I knew,
this was this man's friends.
So I pointed the gun at them.
But then, they showed me
their police ID and I, er,
immediately broke the gun.
I went straight to John, who was
I then remained with him
until they took him away.
(Purnell)
And finally, ladies and gentlemen,
I would like you to look again
at the night itself.
To look at the garden.
Think of all the actions that
Mr Noye could've taken that evening
when he saw Mr Fordham
in his garden.
- And yet he
- (Vincent) I have an objection,
- Your Honour.
- (judge) Proceed.
Er, this photography has been
conducted in broad daylight.
It gives a false impression
of the conditions
at the time of the alleged offence.
The jury must have the opportunity
to view the scene as it presented
to Mr Noye that night in the dark.
Where is West Kingsdown?
Kent, sir. It's less than an hour.
- (Purnell) Your Honour, this is
- (judge) Then we shall go there
this evening,
when darkness has fallen.
(Marnie) It's time.
We ain't doing this again.
The girls need to go to school.
(John) They got schools here.
They don't speak English here, John.
Haven't you noticed?
I've noticed
that it's bloody paradise
and I've noticed
that I'm not banged up.
Oh, you're a long way
from banged up.
Yeah, what with all the Brits
knowing who you are.
All the drinks they buy you.
All the slaps on the back
and "good on you, mate"
That's not reality, John.
And one of us has to face reality.
What does that mean?
It means I'm taking the girls home.
You'd leave me here?
Wouldn't be me doing the leaving.
(man) Oye, Senor Palmer!
I know how much you miss 'em.
(jackhammer whirring)
Margaret not about, Keith?
At her sister's.
(whirring continues)
How's business?
Well, Maggie's at her sister's.
You still popping over
to the Continent?
You know,
pick up your bits and pieces?
When funds allow.
(whirring continues)
Me and Mr Cooper here, we, er
We need something taken over
to Liechtenstein.
Could offer us up
a mutually beneficial situation.
You always had an eye
for an opportunity, Gordon.
And you always needed me
to show you where it was, Keith.
I can't.
If this place goes under,
I might get her back
from her sister's.
If she catches me doing anything
hooky, I've got more chance getting
her back from the fucking moon.
(whirring continues)
Excuse me, gents.
Oi, son. Yeah, look at that.
Lunchtime, yeah? Lunchtime.
It's half past 10:00.
(Parry) It's fucking lunchtime!
It was getting me bleedin' wit,
Keith.
Do you believe in God, Keith?
In the Great Thereafter?
No.
And neither do I.
- Gordon?
- No.
No, I do not, Mr Cooper.
No.
This is it, isn't it?
One shot.
It's so very easy to let
that one shot slip away.
Find yourself sitting in a shop
alone and abandoned with a phone
that doesn't ring.
Anger, fear, and regret.
And that same thought
running through your head
every moment of every day
"Is this it?"
And it is, Keith.
And if we walk back out that door,
then this is it.
And, as hard as that is
to imagine
it will only get worse.
(Keith sighs)
Thanks, Keith.
Remember how hard it was
to get you to come here?
Now you won't leave.
I visited my old man once when
he was inside Winson Green Prison.
And I pissed myself.
Yeah!
Right there in the visitors' room.
And he clobbered me for it.
He said I'd embarrassed him.
He was sat there
in Winson Green Prison,
and he said
that I'd embarrassed him.
Oh, I'm not going inside.
There's no kid of mine that's
gonna be visiting me there, neither.
So, you'd make this place
your prison instead?
I reckon I can make this place
whatever I want.
(Marnie clicks tongue)
It's nice to see you.
Yeah, I'll give you a lift
to the airport, Mr Cooper.
- No, there's a train from town
- No.
Lift is quicker.
We need to get you back to France.
Back to that nice young lady
of yours.
I've never told you about her.
Get in the car, Mr Cooper, please.
- (reporters shouting indistinctly)
- (judge) This is now an extension
of the Central Criminal Court,
and the court is now in session.
The inspection about to take place
is for the benefit of the jury,
- learned counsel, and myself.
- (camera shutters clicking)
It must be carried out in darkness.
Therefore, all lights
must be extinguished.
Your Honour, the jury are clearly
in sight of the press.
I forbid any press from taking
pictures of the jury or using
any film that features them!
Yeah, that'll stop them.
- This is a circus.
- I suspect that was the plan.
Proceed!
- Raaargh!
- (crowd screaming)
- What on earth is this?
- Your Honour,
this is simply an attempt
to re-create events.
This is a shoddy vaudeville,
Your Honour.
(Vincent)
This is what happened that night.
They're scared.
(Purnell)
It's completely unacceptable!
- (Vincent) It's not unacceptable.
- (Purnell) Just a travesty.
(Vincent) It's important we face
reality, Your Honour.
These are the events
(Brightwell) We went to every bank
close to where Savage dropped
the money.
(Jennings) And there she is.
(Boyce) They gave you this?
We told them we were charging her
with handling stolen money.
They seemed keen to show us
that the stolen money
was only passing through.
She paid it in as a transfer to
a numbered account in Switzerland.
Ah, you'll get nothing
from the Swiss.
No, but that is where
the villains end.
The ones who see themselves
as villains, anyway.
From now on, we're chasing
the interesting ones.
Jury are coming back, sir.
Just you, Senor Palmer?
Yep. Just me.
Here, what's, erm
What's that place
that's up the coast? It's
It's all abandoned-like.
Oh, Germans.
They wanted to build a new type
of holiday village.
Time-share.
But they ran out of money.
They were going to call it
El Dorado.
Well, what's that, then?
It's a myth, Senor Palmer.
"City of Gold."
For hundreds of years,
the Spanish Conquistadores
searched the Americas to find it.
Even today, some say it exists.
There will always be people,
will there not,
who go looking for a city of gold?
- (man) Oye.
- (Mateo) Excuse me.
Have you reached
a verdict upon which
the majority of you are agreed?
We have, Your Honour.
(judge) On the count of murder,
how do you find the defendant?
(foreperson) Not guilty.
(crowd exclaims)
(Kenneth) Thank you.
Thank you very much, thank you.
- God bless you, thank you.
- (gavel banging)
(judge) The defendant is discharged.
Come with me.
(Kenneth) You see?
Come here.
(door opens, closes)
Don't go back there again.
I won't.
Give it half an hour
to calm down outside.
And don't speak to the press. Hmm?
(Kenneth) No.
Ah. Mr Boyce, listen.
Please pass on my deepest
sympathies to the family.
Kenneth Noye, I'm arresting you for
conspiracy to handle stolen goods,
namely the gold bullion realised
in the Brink's-Mat robbery
- on the 26th of November, 1983.
- (Vincent) Don't be ridiculous.
This is embarrassing, Boyce.
Your client is a flight risk.
We will oppose bail.
Then we'll get an early hearing
to put the charges, let a judge
see you with your pants down.
See you there.
You've found no gold.
You've found no money.
Conspiracy's the hardest charge
in the book, and you're gonna
- pluck it out of thin air?
- I'll give it a go.
Good luck, Mr Boyce.
Five in the front
and five in the back.
(Vincent) That is inappropriate.
My client has been found innocent
by a jury of his peers.
I'll remember the five in the back.
(handcuffs clicking)
- We need a miracle.
- We need a mistake.
(Gang of Four's "Paralysed" playing)
(thud)
# Blinkered.
# Paralysed.
# Flat on my back.
# My ambitions come to nothing.
# What I wanted now seems
just a waste of time.
# I can't make out
what has gone wrong.
# I was good at what I did. #