The Gold (2023) s01e05 Episode Script

1
The world decides who you are
from what you show them.
(glasses clink)
Well, what do we do now?
Well, we ain't going home.
I haven't seen you down at our place.
I'm taking a bit of time off.
Don't turn your back
on the brotherhood
and we won't turn our back on you.
How do I know if I wait for you
you'll look after me?
How about a nice house
in the country?
This is a mistake.
I reckon I can make this place
whatever I want.
You'll need a name for internal use.
That will be Mr Parry.
I always thought it was interesting
how you put the Swiss account
in my name, Mr Cooper,
making yourself invisible
by making me very visible.
Every serial number
on every note
that came from the Brink's-Mat gold
starts the same.
A24.
We need something taking over
to Liechtenstein.
Kenneth Noye, I'm arresting you for
conspiracy to handle stolen goods.
(newsreader) The prime minister
is in Washington, DC, today,
continuing talks
with President Reagan.
Topics under discussion include
the Trident nuclear-missile system
and relations with Libya.
Mrs Thatcher told reporters that
the visit had been highly productive.
(thud, indistinct shouting
in distance)
(sighs)
(shouting continues)
(dog barking, shouting continues)
(mid-tempo music playing)
(Sadie)
It's my son's fault.
He knows I'm not the holiday sort,
but he kept badgering me to get away
on account of my lungs.
I said, "Fine.
I'll go to Margate."
But he's booked me for bloody Spain.
I said, "Spain?
You're joking, isn't you?"
I had a nice time, but I'd rather
have stayed in London,
took walks down by the river.
You seen what they're doing up there?
Knocking down the wharfs
to build flats for the yuppies.
The Docklands.
That's what they call it.
Whatever that is.
I'll tell you, love.
London isn't what it used to be.
Used to be about people,
about families.
Now it's just about money.
(music continues)
(indistinct shouting)
(man shouting indistinctly)
(woman)
You're evil! You're an evil bastard!
- Get yourself some chips, son.
- Thanks.
- Some women shouldn't have kids.
- What do you know about it?
I'm just saying.
Just because a woman brings a kid
into this world,
it don't mean you can blame her
for everything that comes next.
(door closes)
(music continues)
(indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing in distance)
We need to build a conspiracy case
against Noye.
What's his neighbour saying
about the box?
That we ruined her flower bed
digging it out.
- And?
- She doesn't know who put it there.
But she does know without any doubt
that it wasn't Kenneth Noye.
So someone else put 50 grand
of A24 notes under the geraniums.
It's not enough.
This could be.
It was with the money.
Paying instructions from Noye
through Savage's deposits
to Switzerland.
To prove conspiracy
against any of them,
we need to know
who controls the Swiss account
and prove the connections
all the way back.
But if you don't have who controls
the Swiss account,
then you don't have conspiracy.
Then I'll go to Switzerland
and ask who controls the account.
Right. Yeah. I mean, whilst I
obviously admire your panache
- John Palmer.
- Extradition requests are in,
for all the good it'll do.
Sir, we're missing someone up here.
That's why I'm going to Switzerland,
Jennings.
Not them.
Him.
(Boyce)
(sighs) We caught McAvoy, Jennings.
- I believe you were there.
- And he's not talking.
- He's a good soldier.
- Even good soldiers get paid.
And if he is getting paid,
it's by the ones with the money.
That's your weak link, sir.
And if you want to know
who's handling the money,
we should have another look
at McAvoy.
He doesn't have much call for money
where he is.
He's got a wife in Herne Hill
and a girlfriend on the Old Kent
Road who'd disagree with that.
Okay, Jennings. I'll go to Zurich.
You go to the Old Kent Road.
Let's see who comes back
with a name.
(John) The City of Gold.
That's what this place is called.
And that's what it's gonna be for us.
The City of Gold.
And you lot are gonna get out there
and flog some time-shares,
and we all start making proper money.
Five hundred quid a sale.
No wages.
Survival of the fittest.
All right?
Got it?
Well, off you go, then.
(Mateo)
Mr Palmer?
My brother is here.
(mid-tempo music playing)
What's this?
Santiago, my brother.
Hola, Senor Palmer.
(John clears throat)
I need building permits, work visas,
and bank accounts.
I can arrange that, Senor Palmer.
And more importantly, I can make sure
that everything here goes
tranquilo.
Senor Palmer, you're a famous man
here now,
and that can cause you problems.
Santiago and I can take care
of the problems.
This is how Tenerife works,
Senor Palmer.
(laughs)
That's how everywhere works, lads.
(all chuckling)
(music continues)
(engine starts)
You sent us on quite the journey,
Kathleen.
- Oh, yeah?
- (Brightwell) We went to your flat,
which didn't strike us as occupied,
but with all the mail
including one from an estate agent,
a receipt for their services.
So we went to the estate agent,
and they told us
that they sold two houses
to your representatives.
- Which impressed us.
- You having representatives.
(Brightwell) So we had to pick
one of the houses to visit first,
and we picked the wrong one.
Which means we've just had
a cup of tea with Jackie McAvoy.
What's hers like, then?
Oh, nice.
- Not as nice as this, though.
- No.
Here's the thing.
Jackie McAvoy didn't know
who owned her house,
even while she sat in it
having a cup of tea.
So what about you, Kathleen?
Do you know who owns this house?
No.
But then again,
I'm just a girl from Rotherhithe.
I don't know how these things work.
(Jennings)
It's funny, though, isn't it?
You both getting new gaffs
right after Micky took 25 years
without a peep.
There's nothing funny
about that, mate.
I ain't your mate, Kathleen.
How's your dad?
I'll nick you, Kathleen,
just as soon as I can.
Oh, yeah?
What for?
Sitting in a house
that don't belong to me?
Don't strike me as much of a charge.
(Brightwell)
Brinks and Mat? (chuckles)
That's what you call them?
Yeah. Well, when you're
on your own in a big house
and your bloke's doing 25 years,
you take your fun
where you can get it.
(dog whimpering)
- (indistinct conversations)
- Osborne.
Oh. Right. Yes.
Crikey. Okay.
Uh, good.
Good.
Um this is Osborne.
Roger.
- Who the fuck is Roger?
- That's what you say, isn't it?
Can you find out who bought a house
if the person who bought it
don't want to be found?
I can, yeah.
Good.
It's just I thought that "Roger"
was a-a sort of sign-off.
(static hissing)
Hello?
- Hello. Task force.
- She's gone.
(down-tempo music playing)
- You should report her.
- No.
If they know your dad,
they've got leverage.
They've got nothing.
And I'll not be taken off the case
'cause I'm from where they're from.
There's a whole fucking problem
right there.
All I'm saying is it's not over.
(engine starts)
Don Quixote.
- Sorry?
- You.
Coming here alone to ask me
for this information.
The madness of it.
Makes me think of Don Quixote.
I came alone because I wanted to
speak to a policeman,
not to a politician.
I understand.
But the sovereign laws
of the nation of Switzerland
state that our banking system
is to be protected by secrecy,
to which any law, national
or foreign, are deemed inferior.
Have you ever lost a man?
Because I lost a man working on this.
And that is why I will travel
anywhere in the world to seek help,
to seek justice, to be called mad.
I will do anything
because I lost a man.
But maybe it's hard for you
to understand how that feels
when your job is to put on a uniform
and sit behind a desk
and talk of banking laws.
I have lost men in this uniform
and in another.
I thought your lot were neutral.
Sometimes you must find your own war.
- Spain?
- The International Brigade.
May I buy you lunch?
(waves breaking, birds chirping)
The houses were a mistake.
I believe I mentioned that
at the time.
You were right, Mr Cooper.
- (Cooper) Have they charged them?
- No.
Can they follow those houses
back to us?
I wouldn't have thought so.
Not unless they have someone
who knows what they're doing. No.
Well, then
let's hope that's the end of it.
Has there been any fallout
from your hapless associate's
problems at the border?
No.
There won't be.
He didn't talk in Liechtenstein.
And if the Old Bill come calling
here, he won't talk to them neither.
Are you taking precautions?
I am, Mr Cooper.
(receiver clicks, coin rattles)
(indistinct conversations)
(down-tempo music playing)
So, Captain Siegrist, if we can
return to the matter in hand.
Mr Boyce, let us just enjoy the wine
and talk, soldier to soldier.
Tell me.
What is the memory that war gave you
that you cannot lose?
The one that comes for you
in the night.
I sleep perfectly well,
Capitaine Siegrist.
I fought in the Thaelmann Battalion.
Up in the mountains, over the worst
winter Spain had ever known.
The Italians bombed us,
Franco shelled us,
and the snow froze us.
But we held our ground.
Then there was a blizzard.
Five feet of snow, -18 degrees.
We burned everything we could,
but it wasn't enough to stop
the frostbite.
I was lucky.
Others weren't.
Arms and legs sawn off
with only whiskey for the pain.
And the screaming.
This is what comes for me
in the night.
The EOKA moved at night,
so we went looking for them.
I was leading a patrol at dawn
when all hell broke loose.
We hit back, rapid fire,
up into the trees.
We cleared them out
and went to see the damage.
I saw his feet first.
He was wearing
these red leather shoes.
Uh, he'd taken a bullet
through the heart.
In his hands, he had
a 12-volt battery for the mines.
He He was gonna blow us up.
We shot him first.
But it was
He was in uniform.
But these shoes
they were handmade.
(down-tempo music playing)
They weren't made for fighting.
They were childlike.
Because that's what he was.
That's what I was.
Teenagers.
Boys.
That's what I think about
when I think about war.
I think about a boy in Cyprus
and his red leather shoes.
(music continues)
(exhales deeply)
Walk me back, Mr Boyce.
(birds chirping)
Perhaps I can request a hearing
to ask a judge if we can give you
the bank-account information.
The judge will say no.
But first, the bank will have to
attend to discuss the account.
Maybe I can get a name out of them.
Maybe not.
(bell tolling)
If I do, it will be bound
with the secrecy of the court.
I can be in the court?
It is not a public hearing.
But if you are nice and quiet
- Well, thank you.
- Don't thank me.
It'll be very boring.
It is in German.
Everything takes twice as long
in German.
- Do you speak German, Mr Boyce?
- No.
Then Don Quixote will need
his Sancho Panza.
(chuckles)
(computer beeping)
(Jennings) Oh, great.
I didn't realise it made noises.
I set an alert for any new entries
containing A24.
Noye's neighbour?
Not quite.
- Liechtenstein?
- (Bowman) Task force.
- (Boyce) It's Boyce.
- (Bowman) Ah. Hello, sir.
I've just had Palmer's
extradition request denied.
- Right.
- Yeah. But here's the thing.
They sent through the file,
and his passport's expired.
If we go through the Foreign Office,
we can recommend his expulsion
as an illegal alien.
Would they do it?
Well, it depends how many friends
he's made over there.
Give it a try.
And put Goodman on.
Yes, sir.
Goodman.
The governor wants a word.
Hello, sir.
(Boyce)
I pulled your records, Goodman,
- when you joined the task force.
- Right.
When did Guttmann become Goodman?
After school, sir.
Having a German surname
in Cricklewood in the '50s
weren't much fun.
Well, it might be more fun now.
Milne, cleaning.
Sturrock, kitchens.
McAvoy groundskeeping.
(indistinct conversations)
Arnold, laundry.
Wilkins, general labour.
Now, the flats cost ten grand each
to finish off.
If we sell 12 time-shares
for five grand each,
that's a 50 grand profit.
I take out ten and I use the 40
to finish off four more flats,
sell off their time-shares,
and then I crack on again.
Now, there's 200 flats there.
My maths ain't the best, but that's
getting close to 10 million.
You know, John, most blokes
who live in a different country
to their family and have every copper
in England chasing after them
probably wouldn't sound
quite so chipper.
Look. I'm just concentrating
on the silver lining, love.
I mean, why look at that cloud
when you can look at all that silver?
Have you spoken to a lawyer?
- What about?
- About working out how to come home.
Oh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
I've put out a few feelers.
But, you know
No, these things take time.
Right now I'm concentrating
on getting this place ready
for you lot to visit.
Yeah. We're coming out for
the school holidays, John.
And then we're going home
as a family.
You can't be a fugitive forever.
Well, let's see how you feel
once you've seen this place.
Is there room for us out there
in your little kingdom?
Look.
All I know is I grew up wearing shoes
I got from the council.
And now I'm waiting for some bloke
to come and fill up my pool.
You didn't tell me about the pool.
See?
There's that silver lining again.
(indistinct conversations)
(mid-tempo music playing)
(birds crying in distance)
How was Liechtenstein, Keith?
Not great.
Yeah. Losing 700 grand
must've taken the shine off.
My client was asked to transport
money to Liechtenstein on behalf
of an associate who explained he was
exploiting a legal tax advantage.
Are legal tax advantages
usually hidden in car seats?
(Taylor)
That was a security measure.
Oh, right. Yeah.
Good thinking there, Keith.
The car you were driving was last
registered to a Gordon Parry.
What's your connection to him?
My client will be making
no further statements,
and we look forward to
putting forward our case in court.
You've ruined your life, mate.
How well do you reckon
it was going before this?
(Brightwell)
Have you done any bird before, Keith?
- (Taylor) That's enough.
- (Brightwell) It isn't fun in there.
I'm not a crook.
No one's a crook until they are.
Brinks and Mat?
I thought you'd find it funny.
There ain't much I find funny
these days, love.
And you calling your dogs
after the job that got me 25 years
- ain't changing that.
- (chuckles)
I wouldn't need no dogs
if I wasn't on my own, would I?
I've been thinking about that.
You being there and me being here.
Oh, yeah?
I don't know who's got my share
of the gold or who's done what.
And no one's come to put me right.
So maybe I should go and see them.
What do you need?
I need you to go and see the cabbie.
- How's he doing?
- Not great.
The money's moved to Liechtenstein.
- No names?
- Not yet.
- Edwyn Cooper, the lawyer?
- (Boyce) That's the one.
- He does police work.
- He did.
He left his practice six months ago.
It appears he's found a new vocation.
How can you be that rich
and that greedy?
I've been looking into Cooper.
He's more interesting
than you might think.
He's been running the account
with a Gordon Parry.
Parry's South London.
Officially, a bookie.
Unofficially, all sorts.
(Jennings) Sir, a car owned
by Gordon Parry was pulled
at the Swiss Liechtenstein border
last week.
Seven hundred grand of A24 notes.
That's them.
They've moved the money
to a bank in Liechtenstein.
Edwyn Cooper and Gordon Parry.
They bought the houses for
Jackie McAvoy and Kathleen Meacock.
And considering the number
of front companies they used,
I don't think they wanted you
to know about it.
That's the money, sir.
Cooper and Parry.
And if Parry's South London,
I don't think it's gonna be hard
to prove the connection
all the way back to McAvoy.
There's your conspiracy.
- Well, we should issue warrants.
- If we issue a warrant for Cooper,
Cooper will know about it
before the ink's dry.
How's that, sir?
Because there is a hidden hand
in this country,
and nowhere is it better hidden
than in the police.
That hand will reach out to Cooper
and offer salvation.
So what do we do?
We let the hand reach out.
(up-tempo music playing)
(birds crying)
Hm. The same speech
every bloody time for ten years.
Half the sergeants in London
are out there right now
thinking about Caesar's bloody wife.
A little education never hurt anyone.
Hope you don't mind me looking up
an old friend like this.
I'm happy to know he has one.
I was starting to wonder.
- Hm.
- I'll top us up.
Well, Edwyn.
You've landed on your feet.
She can cook, too.
Why are you here, Neville?
(lighter clicks)
Boyce has issued arrest warrants
for yourself and Gordon Parry.
The houses
and the money at the border.
(clicks tongue)
Uh is there a deal to be done?
Of course.
This is what the brotherhood's for,
Edwyn, moments like this.
When one of us falls,
the others lift him up.
This deal, then
Is Boyce a friend of ours?
(chuckles softly) No.
But we don't lack friends.
The first Freemasonry lodge in London
was formed
100 years before the
Metropolitan Police was even founded.
There's always been two systems
and ours is the stronger.
How's that business of yours going,
then, Donnie?
Well, keeps me out of trouble.
Do Brink's-Mat know they bought
half the cabs in South London?
(chuckles)
How can I help?
Micky ain't happy.
Well, that's sort of the point
of prison, isn't it?
He's given me a message.
What is it?
I don't know.
But I'm to give this to your mate
with the chopper.
(laughing)
Fucking hell.
Well, Micky never lacked ambition.
I'll give him that.
(laughing)
(exhales sharply)
That's why I'm with him.
Now, tell me where to take this.
And be careful with all those lovely
nice, new cars of yours, yeah?
You're not with him, though,
are you, love?
You're on your own.
You're still walking about
South London
like you got Micky McAvoy
on your arm.
(chuckles)
Thing is
when you're with Micky McAvoy
you ain't never alone
in South London.
So take me to your mate.
(exhales deeply)
(exhales sharply, chuckles)
(down-tempo music playing)
Santiago?
Uh
(music continues)
(birds, insects chirping)
- (whistles)
- Hey, mate!
Hi, mate.
You here to fill up the pool?
- Sure.
- (telephone ringing)
One minute.
- Hola?
- (Santiago) Senor Palmer?
It is Santiago.
A detective is coming to your house
to arrest you.
- Go.
- (dial tone)
(music continues)
(sniffs)
All right, mate.
Just coming down now.
Okay.
Un momento.
(music builds, continues)
(door opens, closes)
(engine starts, revving)
Mierda!
(engine stops, birds chirping)
Where?
There, round the back.
(door closes)
Ain't you coming, Donnie?
Nah.
Micky wouldn't want me to know
the details.
(keys jingling, engine starts)
(engine revving)
(down-tempo music playing)
(music builds, continues)
(man whistles)
Hello, sweetheart.
Are you here to see me?
- Are you Terry?
- Who's asking?
Micky McAvoy.
(exhales deeply)
Sorry about that, love.
Can I Can I make you a cup of tea?
No.
He can.
Where is Palmer now?
He'll be just about passing
the Azores.
The police in Tenerife tracked him
from a private plane in Tenerife
to Lisbon,
and I've been advised he's currently
on a flight from Lisbon
to Rio de Janeiro.
The plane lands for refuelling
in Recife in five hours' time.
You've been advised?
Why did you leave the Army, Boyce?
You're a soldier in police uniform.
Her Majesty's Armed Forces decided
that I wasn't officer class.
I had the ability
but not the breeding.
This country gets itself tied up
in that stuff, doesn't it?
If it wasn't for people
getting tied up in that stuff,
trying to break out of the lives
they've been given,
we wouldn't have a job.
It's why Noye did what he did.
It's why Cooper did what he did.
It's why Palmer's on that plane.
What do you want on Palmer?
I want him sent back.
But I don't have the time
or the trust for official channels.
I'll ask the Home Office
to have a quiet word
with the Brazilian ambassador.
It'd be much appreciated.
What are you up to, Boyce?
- I'm sorry, ma'am?
- You come here without warning
and sit waiting in Scotland Yard
reception for an hour.
It feels unnecessarily public.
Or perhaps deliberately so.
It's nice to stretch the legs, ma'am.
(telephone ringing)
(indistinct conversations)
Kitchen.
They're talking about moving you
to another nick, Micky.
When?
Couple of days.
(Carter)
Boyce!
- (footsteps approaching)
- I heard you were in.
Nice to see you here down
in the gutter with the rest of us.
Oh. There are fine people
in this building, Carter.
It's a shame how badly others
let them down.
(chuckles)
Edwyn Cooper would like to meet you.
I'd like to meet him
and his friend Mr Parry.
You won't pull them in?
I'll listen to what they have
to say.
Good.
We'll be in touch.
Tell the cabbie to tell his mate
that it's got to be tomorrow.
What does?
Don't you worry, love.
They'll know what it means.
Just you pray that tomorrow
there ain't no wind
and there ain't no rain.
And then maybe I'll see you sooner
than we thought.
- You need a bit of luck, Micky.
- Yes, I do.
(birds chirping)
You're going back to London.
- It's nothing serious.
- I don't want to know.
Whatever you did
wherever the money is from,
whatever that man wanted
that's in London.
So you go
and do whatever you need to do
and don't come back
unless it's finished.
Uh, these are the deeds
to this place.
And this is a clean account.
I hope to be back soon, but
if I'm not
I urge you to seek the happiness
that you deserve.
Where are you from, Edwyn?
It's not about where.
It's about what.
(down-tempo music playing)
I'm from fear.
And everything I've done
has been to free myself from that.
You could have given me more.
I wish that were true.
But I don't h
I don't have what others have.
I don't have the tools.
I don't have the love.
(music continues)
You need to go back
to where you're from.
Because someone's got a hook
inside you.
And you need to get it out.
- Ow!
- (indistinct shouting)
You'll speak to the British Embassy,
right?
We can get all this sorted out.
Hey, what happened
to the old Magna Carta, eh, lads?
- Fucking hell!
- (laughter echoing)
(insects chirping, keys jingling)
(footsteps approaching)
(latch clanking)
(indistinct conversations,
voices echoing in distance)
Senor Palmer.
You're a famous man.
I don't know about that.
The governor received a call
from British intelligence.
That is James Bond, no?
I just want to spend a bit of time
in Brazil, mate, all right?
Not here, though.
(clicks tongue)
You cannot stay in Brazil.
Too much pressure.
Oh, so you got room
for Ronnie Biggs but not for me?
It is because we have Ronnie Biggs
we cannot have you.
One Ronnie Biggs, it's a mistake.
Two Ronnie Biggs, it's a policy.
- You're going home tonight.
- I'm going home to who?
We are to tell the British police
what flight you're on.
(clears throat)
Well, how about
you tell them that
you've packed me off home but
you find a way of
telling them the wrong flight?
Just a honest mistake, like.
Mm.
And what might such a mistake
be worth?
This
is a Rolex President.
I don't know what, uh,
what dough you have here.
But that
is 10,000 English pounds.
And the ring.
That's my wedding ring, mate.
- It is gold.
- Oh, it's plated gold.
It's a It's a piece of crap.
I was a kid, like.
Better some gold than none at all.
May I use your phone, please?
(John) Hello, love. There's been
a bit of a change of plan.
What's going on, John?
What time is it?
Look.
It's all sorted.
I'm I'm coming home.
I'm flying into Heathrow
from Brazil.
- From where?
- (chuckles)
I thought I'd take the scenic route.
What's happening, John?
Don't worry, love.
I've got a plan.
(birds chirping)
(down-tempo music playing)
(door opens, closes)
(clock ticking)
So, Edwyn
how goes the revolution?
I'm sorry.
That badly?
You were right about me.
About this country.
You looked tanned, which is helpful.
I told the neighbours
you were working for the Arabs.
I'd like to see the children.
I
I don't know when the opportunity
will next arise.
I saw you one night with her.
On the King's Road.
You were falling out of a taxi.
She was falling out of a dress.
She looked very
- comforting.
- You slept with Cameron.
In Scotland.
I found a letter.
Cameron is an earl.
I'm going to see the children.
I see him now.
You used to tell me about the boy
you were, about the life you had.
And I didn't believe you.
I couldn't see him within you.
But I see him now.
(chimes playing,
indistinct talking on speaker)
(down-tempo music playing)
(music builds, continues)
Good afternoon, Mrs Palmer.
May I have a minute with my husband?
(Marnie)
I thought you had a plan.
(exhales sharply)
So did I.
But you're innocent, John.
What do they want with you?
Don't worry.
We'll be okay.
Go home.
Give the girls a kiss from me.
I'll be home sooner than you think.
(Goodman) Sir, control have
patched through a call for you.
Boyce.
The Royal Arch pub, Rotherhithe.
Mr Cooper would like to propose
a deal.
I can be there in an hour.
Come alone.
I'll be alone.
(Cooper)
Is there a deal to be done, Mr Boyce?
(Boyce) I need all the gold
that didn't go through John Palmer.
And I need the money that you've
made from the gold that did.
That is the only deal to be done.
I know nothing of the gold.
I offered financial legal services
that are in and of themselves
Gold and money.
Give me that, Mr Cooper.
Then we can discuss
what you've offered.
Think how it would look, Boyce.
Arresting Edwyn.
(sniffs)
This is a solicitor who's represented
dozens of police officers,
a respected establishment figure.
What kind of message
would that send to the public?
(down-tempo music playing)
That justice prevails.
Hm.
Mr Boyce, I accept
that you need ammunition
to take back to your superiors
many of whom I know personally.
May I suggest we work our way
towards a compromise as
(Parry) Let's give it to them,
Mr Cooper, shall we?
Please?
We've got some gold, Mr Boyce.
It's behind the bar.
Call it a goodwill gesture.
That would be a start.
Give us a hand, Mr Cooper, please.
About time you got your hands dirty.
(music continues)
The police are outside.
(music builds, continues)
(music continues)
That was a mistake.
(engine starts)
(engine revving, sirens wailing)
(tyres screech)
Stop the car!
Stop the car!
Get out the bloody car!
Get out of it!
Come on!
- (engine revving)
- Stop!
(tyres screeching, Goodman screams)
You've just made a powerful enemy,
Boyce.
I lifted the rock.
Let's see how you lot handle
the light.
(siren wailing)
(music continues)
(indistinct conversations)
(music continues)
Oh, for fuck's sake.
(breathing heavily)
(indistinct talking on radio)
Brightwell to ops control.
Brightwell, this is Boyce.
He's gone to ground
in the Silverlock Estate.
Where is he going, then?
Home.
(indistinct conversations)
(down-tempo music plays)
(hinges creaking)
(music builds, continues)
Hello, Eddie.
Hello, Mum.
(door opens)
(man)
No outdoor rec today, Micky.
(door closes)
(music continues)
(indistinct conversations,
voices echoing)
I should have seen more of you.
(chuckles softly)
(dog barking in distance)
I was glad when you stopped coming.
I'd rather miss you
than see you embarrassed.
I preferred sitting here
thinking about all the things
you'd be doing.
All the places you'd be going.
Thinking of my little prince.
I never belonged there.
Of course you didn't.
And that's why I'm so proud
you got there.
W-Whatever you've done, Eddie,
there ain't no one
that can take that away from you.
And there ain't no one that can take
that pride away from me.
(knock on door)
If they're knocking
they're the Old Bill.
(chuckles)
It ain't the first time
they've been knocking on that door.
But if they want you
it's got to be big.
It's got to be as big as it gets.
(music continues)
- I'm scared.
- No.
No.
We are not having any of that.
What we've been through
this is nothing.
This is easy.
So when you walk out there, Eddie,
and you walk out with pride.
Because we always had pride,
didn't we?
- We always had that.
- Yeah, we we did.
So
keep your chin up, son.
And walk out there
like a fucking prince.
(music continues)
(music continues)
It's time to do something
about Boyce.
Better late than never.
(music continues)
(music fading)
(The Smiths' "I Know It's Over"
playing)
# I know it's over, still I cling.
# I don't know where else I can go.
# Over.
# Oh, Mother, I can feel.
# The soil falling over my head.
# See, the sea wants to take me.
# The knife wants to slit me.
# Do you think you can help me? #