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John Palmer, this is
our compromised gold merchant.

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.

That's not Flying Squad.

Special Task Force,
under Brian Boyce.

Do they have it, Boyce, the gold?

Whatever's left.
Then go and get it.

There's some nerves flying
around the team, John.

Rather nerves than
overconfidence, sir.

Police!
Police, step back! Step back!

Get back.

Fordham's down!

Ah, come on then! Argh!

You were halfway back
to Bristol out there. Mm.

I didn't realise how far I drifted.

I Don't Want To Talk About It
by Rod Stewart

Oh, dear. Oh, dear,
oh, dear, Oh, dear.

Hey love. Mm?

Why don't you get up there? Hey?

You've got a hell of a voice on you.

I will if you will.

I ain't bloody singing.

Living Next Door to Alice
by Smokie

What are we missing, then? No idea.

These are two days old,
by the time they get here.

Ohh.

This is how to live your life.

Lying in the sun, two days behind.

Ohh, ahh...

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.

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...

How are the family?

They are brave.

And they shall need to be.

We told the press that your
actions were infallible.

I saw that, and I saw
their reaction.

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. And me.

But I shouldn't think
we'll make the jury.

There won't be a jury
if you get a confession.

We've 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 three 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.

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.

You got a problem?

Good luck, mate.

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?

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.

Right.

They got serial numbers on them?

Cos 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.

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.

Rough around here, innit?

I can say that cos 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

ten 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.

We did what we could, which is
to raise concerns internally.

I spoke to the head office
again this morning.

That's interesting. Very.

Cos it's the afternoon.
And you didn't know we were coming.

So, why were you on the phone
to 'em this morning?

Because you heard.

You read the papers -
about Palmer, about Scadlynn,

about the people you gave
the ten million quid to.

But you didn't phone us.
You phoned head office.

A dead policeman.

And you phone head office?

We haven't broken any rules,
and we're not starting now.

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.

Thanks for your time.

What happened in Kent?

No idea.

I'm going away for a while.

Where you going?

France.

You can hide anywhere you want,
Mr Cooper, don't hide from me

or the people we answer to, OK?

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.

We need to move the money
from Switzerland to Lichtenstein.

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 Lichtenstein,
we will be protected.

That's ten million quid.

You better drive a big car.

We should, Mr Cooper.

Why not?

We were hoping you're a smoker.

What's that?

That's how you catch them.

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.

OK.

Just me and the rats.

At this time, usually it's
just me and the rats.

Look, love...

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...

No, it felt like the start
of something.

Now I realise it was the end of
something because, you know,

nothing's ever going to 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 going to want to talk
to anyone they can.

Well, it won't be for me,
will it, John?

Nope.

Hello.

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.

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.

Which means that every serial
number on every note that came

from the Brink's-Mat gold
starts the same.

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.

None at Noye's? Not yet.

None past Noye?

Not yet. You've not got it?

Not yet.

Palmer's in Tenerife.
How do you know?

Cos 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.

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.

Speak to the Home Office.

The Spanish won't extradite him.

I know, then we can
blame the Spanish.

It's time to go, sir.

Well, what do we do now?

Well, we ain't going home.

Why are you smiling? I'm not.

Right, good luck.
Where are you off to?

I'll cross by foot.

Then we'll meet at the bank.

And a spot of lunch, possibly...

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.

That's you all over, isn't it? Hm?

I mean, I can see you.

I can hear you.

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
any more, Mr Cooper.

Cos 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.

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.

Not guilty, Your Honour.

The trial will be set for
six months' time.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Ten 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... 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.

Good afternoon.

I'm looking for a painting.

Ah, I can certainly
help you with that.

Erm, it's for my wife's birthday.

Well, let's give her something
worthy of the occasion, hey?

Oh, OK.

You simply cannot go wrong
with a Turner.

Hold its value, and the detail
only deepens with age.

Have you got something...
a bit less posh?

Posh?

Turner was born in Maiden Lane
with his mother in the loony bin.

Keith. My customer.

We do have some prints...

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 representation of art!

All right, mate.

It's just not what I'm looking for.

Oh, no? Then what are you
looking for, then, hey?

Keith! What exalted artistic
heights are you hoping to scale?

All right, forget it. Keith!
A load of dots, eh?

Yeah, yeah... Melting clocks? Huh?
Dogs playing fucking cards?!

Nine days.

Come on.

Yes?

Time to come home, Mr Cooper.

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-hm.

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. 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.
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.

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.

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.

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.

Thanks for coming home, Mr Cooper.

Those gents, they like to do
their business in person.

Don't worry.

I've got to see my children,
sign divorce papers.

So, a productive trip all round.

Oh, yeah. There is something else.

Where did it come from?

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 Lichtenstein.

Well, we have enough money.

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
ten grand in brand-new notes

from a bank in Bristol?

That's the magic of the dogs.
You never know what's gonna 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. 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 going to 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 6.15pm, we received
the order to move forward.

We went over the wall
into the grounds.

How were you dressed?

Camouflaged 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.

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.

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.

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 to get away.

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

four feet in front of me.

And I just froze with horror.

I thought that was my lot, and I...

Hm.

I thought it 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 run 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.

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...
I have an objection, your Honour.

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.

Your Honour, this is...

Then we shall go there this evening,
when darkness has fallen.

It's time.

We ain't doing this again.

The girls need to go to school.

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" -

but 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.

Oye, Senor Palmer!

I know how much you miss 'em.

Margaret not about, Keith?

At her sister's.

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.

Me and Mr Cooper here, we, er,

we need something taken over
to Lichtenstein.

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.

Excuse me, gents.

Oi, son, yeah, look at that,
lunch time, yeah? Lunch time.

It's 10.30.

It's fucking lunch time!

It's getting me bleedin' wit, Keith.

Do you believe in God, Keith?

In the Great Thereafter?

No.

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.

Thanks, Keith.

I 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 Winston Green Prison.

And I pissed myself.

Yeah! Right there in the
visitor's room.

And he clobbered me for it.

He said I'd embarrassed him.

He was sat there
in Winston Green Prison,

and he said that I'd
embarrassed him.

Oh, I'm not going inside.

There's no kid of mine that'll
be visiting me there, neither.

So, you'd make this place
your prison instead.

I reckon I can make this place
whatever I want.

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.

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.

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!

What on earth is this?

Your Honour, this is simply
an attempt to recreate events.

This is a shoddy vaudeville.

Your Honour, this is what
happened that night...

They're scared.
It's completely unacceptable!

It's not unacceptable...
Justice travesty.

It's important we face reality,
Your Honour.

These are the events...

We went to every bank close to
where Savage dropped the money.

And there she is.

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,
it'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?

Oye. Excuse me.

Have you reached
a verdict upon which

the majority of you are agreed?

We have, Your Honour.

On the count of murder,
how do you find the defendant?

Not guilty.

KENNETH NOYE: Thank you,
thank you very much, thank you.

God bless you, thank you.
The defendant is discharged.

Come with me.

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. Hm?

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...

Oh, do me a favour...
..on the 26th of November, 1983.

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 that 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 going

to 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.

That is inappropriate.

My client has been found innocent
by a jury of his peers.

I'll remember the five in the back.

We need a miracle.
We need a mistake.

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