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NEWS REPORTER: Robbers have carried out an armed raid on the Brink's-Mat

security storage depot.

Did you know the gold was Brink's-Mat?

Of course not.

If we issue a warrant for Cooper,

Cooper will know about it before the ink's dry.

Boyce has issued arrest warrants for yourself and Gordon Parry.

There's always been two systems and ours is the stronger.

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

The police are outside.

Kenneth Noye, I'm arresting you for conspiracy to handle stolen goods.

You've found no gold, you've found no money.

Conspiracy is the hardest charge in the book.

I'll give it a go.

It's time to do something about Boyce.

Better late than never.

COMMENTATOR: And it looks like the shock of the round here at The Den,

where second division Millwall lead Arsenal 1-0 in the third round

of the FA Cup, with seconds remaining.

Arsenal launch it forward in desperation

but it all looks too late.

Blow the bloody whistle. ..famous night in South London.

The ball carries over the Millwall defence.

Smith slips in behind,

he's coming through on goal for Arsenal.

Oh! Oh, that's a lovely tackle by McKinnon.

And the referee's given a penalty to Arsenal.

Well, that looked very soft to me... Oh, here we fucking go!

The Millwall players protest furiously.

But the referee waves them away. Oh, I bet he does.

Smith puts the ball on the spot.

A short run up.

And he scores!

If you want to know about England,

that's England right there.

Arsenal, the establishment club,

Millwall, my lot, coming up from South London

to put 'em out the cup.

But they can't have that,

because what would that say about the establishment?

What does that say about England?

So a little wink, a funny handshake

and the referee puts us back in our box.

That's England.

HE SIGHS

And that's why I'm here...

..and that's why I am never going back.

Que?

More your arse, Palmer.

Are you ready, Mr Cooper?

DOOR SLAMS

There he is. Goldfinger.

Where's the gold, Palmer?

SIRENS

TENSE MUSIC PLAYS

Oh, I'm so sorry about that, Mr Cooper,

I couldn't find the keys.

Bit much.

You're a flight risk.

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

Oh, it'll help you in here.

Makes you look important.

Which will offer some protection.

You can stick me in chains, Mr Boyce,

but I still won't have nothing to say.

We know you smelted the gold.

You found some, then? At my house?

You sold it back into the system

and ran the proceeds through your business.

We have the paperwork.

When I was at school - and, um...

..I weren't there long -

I could never make the letters make sense,

and they hit me for it.

But the more they hit me,

the less sense the letters made.

So I'm wondering if there's a piece of paper,

just one piece of paper,

with my name on it where the letters make sense.

The jury will decide if it's feasible you disposed

of £13 million worth of gold without asking where it came from.

I'd like to thank you, Mr Boyce,

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

Because the more I hear about what they're saying in the newspapers,

the more I realise how big this thing was,

and all the places that it reached.

And the more luck I think you'll need.

I appreciate the accommodation.

I require you to remain alive.

Police custody north of the river gives you a shot.

And therein lies the problem.

If I cooperate, I risk my life.

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

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

and if this had been tax or fraud or embezzlement,

an establishment crime,

then I'm sure the establishment could help you.

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

A world where handshakes offer little protection against bullets.

They know you're here,

they know where you sleep.

It's a matter of time.

What do you require?

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

Then, maybe, I can offer more than a toilet.

Sir, you are to report to the yard, immediately.

Higher powers.

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

Perverting the course of justice.

Oh.

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

It's serious, Boyce. The allegations must be investigated.

Of course. And if they can spin it out until I'm on the stand,

then they can ask me in front of the jury if I'm under investigation.

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

Make it thorough, please, ma'am.

You're not surprised?

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

I'm going up against systems.

That of South London and that of... elsewhere.

Those systems are powerful and they are dangerous.

And in both cases there are those who want to show

that those systems remain intact.

This is only the start.

Always thought you were bent, sir.

It's an attempt to distract.

Don't let it work.

Give the investigation anything they ask for.

We need it out of the way before the guvnor takes

the stand in the Noye trial. Of course, there'd be no harm

in sending a bit of pressure in the other direction.

Charge Noye's missus with handling stolen goods.

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

Freeze his assets. I'll speak to the Brink's-Mat insurers,

have them apply for an order.

The found some nicked porcelain in his house.

Charge him with that, too. Embarrass him.

They're out of control, these three. Like a pack of wolves, sir.

Every word Cooper says comes only to me.

There are lots of people out there who want to know

what he's saying, and some of them wear uniforms.

Where are they, Ken? Those men with the funny handshakes?

The ones you bought all the drinks for. Where are they now?

Things are happening.

And in the meantime, I get charged.

I mean, I'd have done the same thing if I was them.

Geez.

They'll drop your charges.

They're just trying to send me a message.

That's not the only one they're sending.

Our bank accounts are being frozen by court order.

Yeah, well, there's other money. And apparently our China's nicked.

Cheap birthday that was, then.

HE SNIGGERS

Look, love, this thing I'm in...

..it's a war.

And in a war,

everyone has their part to play.

£13 million was sent through British banks to our Swiss account

and into front companies...

..of which there are about 30.

I'd bounce the money between them a bit before buying up properties.

We'd spruce them up and sell them on,

send the proceeds to other fronts,

to our account in Liechtenstein...

..in which there is about £28 million...

..or thereabouts, awaiting its next move.

That's a million quid more than the gold was worth.

And it'll be worth more tomorrow.

The Brink's-Mat gold is the seed money for what could be

the greatest criminal fortune in history, if you're not quick.

What's the name of the account in Liechtenstein?

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

I thought you said we had to be quick.

It's proper out there, innit? Professional?

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

You don't see the blood.

I just handled the money.

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

My associate named the account.

He called it Moyet.

Like the champagne?

Yes.

That's what he was aiming for.

John Edward Palmer,

you are charged with entering into a conspiracy to handle stolen bullion

and to evade the payment of VAT to Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs.

How do you plead?

Uh, not guilty, Your Honour.

PHONE RINGS

Task Force.

Yeah. Sir, Jim Clark on the phone for you.

Stay on the phone, take notes, sign and file them today.

Who is he? Cooper's solicitor.

Boyce.

Mr Boyce, may I buy your drink at the Carlton Club this evening?

No, thanks.

Listen, Boyce, I know that Mr Cooper's refusing to cooperate,

but he suggested I meet you in a less formal setting to...

..well, to thrash things out.

No, thanks.

Oh, come, now, Boyce,

I read the newspapers. You need a result.

I can give you one.

I see.

Now I would ask that you come alone.

It's a little public.

By design, Mr Boyce.

I wouldn't want you to consider formalising our discussion.

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

A convivial social event.

You're out for dinner. We bump into each other at the bar.

You kindly ask me to join you for an aperitif.

OK.

But she's not my wife and I'd appreciate it

if my wife was not a topic for discussion, if you follow.

Well, now.

Maybe your reputation's all wrong, Mr Boyce.

Maybe.

Any plans this evening, Jennings?

Nope.

Piss off. I might have plans.

Do you? Well, no, but that's not the point.

Meet me at the Carlton Club at seven.

You're taking me for dinner, sir?

Yes.

That felt unnecessary.

Well, I just wanted to reassure you, John -

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

That's kind of you.

She said your missus looked pretty.

Pretty fucking angry, from where I was sitting.

What, ain't she visiting?

No. No, I won't let her.

Because I'm not staying.

Oh, no?

Nope. They got nothing on me.

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

Glad to hear it.

You get off early doors and by the time

they get round to me, the wheels might have come off the whole thing.

How you looking?

Nah, they got nothing.

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

What does that mean?

I don't know nothing, John.

All I heard is it's going to be a busy night.

Evening, sir.

Good evening, Jennings. You will pick up what is happening

while it's happening, which will make you a believable presence.

It will appear that I'm drinking alcohol.

I won't be. You won't be either.

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

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

Sounds like a fun night, sir.

Brian.

You should call me Brian.

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

And rightly so.

How was your fish, dear?

Lovely, thanks. I do like it when he takes me uptown.

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

So...

Yes.

Our mutual friend - I'm sorry he's not been able to assist you.

His loyalties lie elsewhere.

Perhaps, uh, you could, uh, outline what you have on him.

That would help me persuade him to be more helpful.

That's not information I could share with you.

I could share it quietly with a colleague at the yard.

If you had someone in mind who would be suitably discreet.

Of course, he'd want to be bailed.

Well, he's not concerned about his safety?

Safety?

He's a lawyer, for Christ's sake. A civilian.

There would, of course, be a lot of, uh, gratitude towards you,

Mr Boyce, if you could assist myself and my associates.

It's DCI Boyce.

You're not here on behalf of Edwyn Cooper.

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

I wonder what you and your associates would be willing

to sacrifice to keep that system in place.

Or who.

Everything I have said is within legal remit.

Do you think I can't be careful? Hmm?

Do you think I'm fooled by this?

Some little tart from secretarial.

Good luck writing this up, love.

I'm a detective and I'm glad I met you.

Always known the type of people I wanted to nick.

Just never had a name until now.

I'll see you again one day, Mr Clark.

At least my lot are honest.

You know where you are with a brown envelope.

The higher you go, the better they hide.

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

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

Have they approached your father?

No. They will.

The day my old man affects the way I do the job,

you'll be the first to know, sir.

Thanks for your help, Jennings.

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

Yes.

Yeah. And it didn't work.

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

Sir.

What the hell are you doing?

We're watching the game, sir.

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

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

Reports from who?

Locals. Loads of them.

They all called up at once.

Lock that door and get a jacket on.

Yes, sir.

One of them. Yeah.

Who's coming, sir?

In the army, sentry duty was my biggest fear.

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

Then I realised the power of it.

It's not about the sentry,

it's what he represents -

protection, defence,

order amidst anarchy.

Don't look.

Let them come and go in the darkness

and we will hunt them in the light.

WHISTLES TUNE

How much did Carter offer you?

50,000 to go easy on Cooper and Parry.

What would you do with 50,000?

Panic.

Did you drink it?

The beer he bought you.

Well, it would've been a terrible waste, sir.

How much was it?

Ah, 80p?

Oh, f...

Only you could be offered 50 grand and end up down.

Yep.

There are many ways that these things end,

but they always start with taking a drink.

Now, you didn't take a drink.

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

All right, yeah. Happy to help.

They're getting desperate, sir.

We're attempting to send down Palmer, Noye

and half of South London.

They'll do everything they can.

Hello?

Uh, uh, I'm a friend of Mr Cooper's.

He's not here.

I, I know he's not.

I know where he is.

Do you want money?

No, Sienna, no.

No, thanks, no.

No.

No, money's not the problem.

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

Well, talking in general, to be fair.

Could you tell Mr Cooper that my friends and I,

we really appreciate his loyalty.

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

Oh, it's hot.

I'm not scared of you.

No, why would you be?

It's empty.

The Liechtenstein account. It was cleared out two days ago.

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

Wasn't my money. I'd finished my work.

It was no longer in my control.

How long do you think it'll take, Tone?

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

How long till he's in the Scrubs?

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

I'm giving you more than that.

I've marked the properties they haven't sold yet.

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

This is Docklands. This was you lot.

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

Jennings, you got a call. It's your old man.

Can you give me the deeds for these?

I can tell you where to find them.

You bought the wing of a school.

It's a long story.

Yeah, all right. See you then.

I said not to come.

I could've stayed at home and been worried sick

or I could come here and be terrified.

Not much of a choice, is it, John?

You've seen the papers.

They come to the house.

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

They call me Goldfinger.

They come to the house.

It would help.

The photo.

It's my whole defence. Family man. Honest man.

Tricked into this.

You like it, don't you?

Being famous, being Goldfinger.

Of course I don't.

I had it sent in.

Didn't feel right without one.

Fancier than the old one.

Yeah, well, it's got to go with the reputation, I suppose.

What do you think?

I preferred how things were before, John.

I'm innocent.

I believe you.

And believing you is all I've got left.

I'm sorry.

I won't be bullied by men like that.

Please tell me you won't be either.

You asked me once where I'm from.

I'm from London...

..old London. Not what it's become. Not what...

Not what people like me have made it.

I know those people.

I remember those people.

If I don't do what they want...

..I know how this ends.

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

You'll get longer.

But you'll be safe.

And I'll have a chance of coming out.

I won't be here when you do.

I want you to know that.

Let's at least end this with honesty.

I got closest to you than I ever have...

..to something approaching happiness.

SHE SNIFFLES

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

No.

I don't think it is.

SHE SNIFFLES

HE EXHALES DEEPLY

♪ These are the things I can do without

♪ Come on

♪ I'm talking to you

♪ Come on

♪ In violent times... ♪

Vegetables. What you trying to do? Kill me?

What's going on next door?

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

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

It's barely a packet a day.

Is that why you shifted me from this morning?

Cos you knew if I come now, it'd be busy out there? Safe.

I've had visitors.

They asked... asked me to give you a message.

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

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

I told them they could do what they wanted to me,

and it'd be a blessing. But if they used your name again,

I'd come for each and every one of them in turn in the fucking night.

I could nick the lot of them.

No, you can't!

HE WHEEZES

Shit.

Ugh. HE COUGHS

You can't come here no more.

I can't take it.

The worry.

You know, you're the one thing I've got.

And anyway, I'll be somewhere else soon enough.

Dad...

I meant the hospital!

Saint Stephens.

All those pretty nurses, eh?

HE CHUCKLES

You know, Dad, when I was young...

..lying in bed, I couldn't sleep till I heard the sirens.

I'd hear one every night,

sometimes right outside,

sometimes near enough.

Made me feel like there were other people in this world,

other grown-ups that would keep me safe.

Now I could sleep.

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

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

I'm proud of you.

Your mom would be proud of you.

And you don't need to show me what you've got inside of you

because I've seen it,

since the day you were born.

I'm just asking a favour, as an old man...

..not to have that fear to go with all the others.

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

I'll see you in the other place.

MUSIC: Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat

♪ Mother will never understand

♪ Why you had to leave

♪ But the answers you seek will never be found at home

♪ The love that you need will never be found at home

♪ Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away... ♪

SHE SNIFFLES

SIREN WAILS

THEY SHOUT Get out of here, you filth!

Married?

I just thought... the divorce is done,

and it helps you get my dough if anything happens to me in here.

And, well, I've got plenty of time on my hands.

Well, this isn't much of a proposal.

OK. Yeah, and the other stuff too. You know...

..love and whatnot.

Never thought I'd get married in a nick.

I could swing us some time together.

I could show you my cactus.

SHE CHUCKLES

I'm sorry. The thing about not cooperating

is you really want to do it before you've cooperated.

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

Really going out with dignity here, mate.

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

They'll know.

The only difference is you won't be protected.

I'm sorry.

You've not had any visitors.

You wouldn't allow them.

I would have allowed your mother...

..if she'd asked.

Tough mothering down South London.

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

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

Goodman, take Mr Cooper to the station.

Give him one box for possessions and drive him to Wormwood Scrubs,

where he'll be placed on an open wing.

Open wing?

No. No, I'll speak to the governor.

A murder would be unhelpful.

Don't put him in the Scrubs yet.

Stick Cooper in the system as a cooperating witness,

give him one last night in the station.

With his phone.

The thing about gold is that, um...

..that it's not yours, you know?

Not really. You're just looking after it.

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

Gold is the one thing I've ever understood.

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

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

I, uh...

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

So, yeah, I know gold, and, yeah,

maybe, uh, not knowing it,

I, uh, I smelted that Mat's-Brink gold.

But I'm not some criminal mastermind.

I'm a kid from Solihull, I grew up in a council flat next to the dump.

Seven kids to a single mom.

Kicked out of school at 12.

I'm unable to read and write.

I'm no armed robber.

I'm no, uh... money launderer.

I'm just a bloke who knows gold...

HE EXHALES SHARPLY

..who's been taken advantage of something terrible.

The jury found Palmer not guilty.

Not guilty?

He was careful.

Others weren't.

You need results.

And I'll get them.

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

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

He won't.

I've cleared you of the allegations, Boyce.

I didn't realise quite how dull you are. Hmm!

Well, if you care to redirect your investigatory zeal, ma'am...

..start with Carter.

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

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

This place doesn't like change, Boyce.

But it can't go on forever. Their time will come.

But not yet.

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

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

That's their job.

Do you have enough on Noye?

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

What's that?

Hubris.

PHONE RINGS

Cooper.

Don't use my name, please.

I heard about your visit and reacted accordingly.

And I'm calling as a friend to tip you off that some people

have heard that you're being helpful,

and they're a little concerned about that.

I've withdrawn cooperation.

I'm pleading not guilty.

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

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

How you bearing up?

As well as I can.

Glad to hear it.

You keep your head down, Edwyn.

You'll be fine.

Edwyn?

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

It's going to be hot.

Wherever Parry is, I bet it's bloody hot.

Oh, come on, Tone, he might have gone to ground

in Rotherhithe for all we know.

RADIO: Control to Unit Two.

Unit Two.

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

Go on, then.

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

HE SIGHS, SHE CHUCKLES

For fuck's sake.

THEY CHATTER Give us a smile, Marnie!

Johnny! Johnny! Big smile, Marnie.

Where is it, John? Over here, John.

Where's the rest of the gold?

This started with gold and this ends with gold.

Three tonnes of it, Mr Boyce,

stolen from the Brink's-Mat depot on the Heathrow Trading Estate

on the 26th of November, 1983.

You were tasked with finding that gold.

I was.

And over these past few years,

with your well-manned Task Force

and your extravagant budget,

have you found any gold that can definitively be described

as part of the stolen Brink's-Mat gold?

No.

We don't have the gold because Mr Noye and his associates

have smelted half of it,

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

However, I believe there is conclusive evidence

as to the smelting operation and conclusive evidence

that it concerned the Brink's-Mat gold.

Mr Noye does not deny the handling of a significant

amount of uncustomed gold and related money over that period.

He will explain that to the jury.

We are here to talk about you.

I wasn't aware that I was on trial.

Are you currently under disciplinary investigation?

No.

Um, have you ever been investigated for your conduct in Mr Noye's case?

Investigated and cleared.

But investigated. And cleared.

Move along, Mr McHugh.

The reality is that you are obsessed with Mr Noye

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

DC Fordham did not die.

He was killed.

And I bear no obsession with Mr Noye.

Mr Noye is a petty criminal who got lucky.

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

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

I, um, I save him the paperwork. You know what I mean?

And these vast sums of money, they were generated from

the smelting and reselling of the Brink's-Mat gold?

You're going to have to do better than that.

Enlighten me, Mr Noye.

Well, if you knew your history,

then you'd know that London was built on smuggling.

You see your lot try to tax my lot to death.

So what did we do?

We went down the smugglers' lanes to the coast

and we bought what we needed off the boats.

I like to think that I did my bit to keep that tradition alive.

And what was your specific contribution

to that great British tradition?

Well, I met these blokes in Florida who were like me,

had an eye for an opportunity,

and we put together a gold smuggling route.

We started in Brazil, because there's plenty of gold there.

Plenty of people to look the other way.

And then we sent it to Kuwait, cos the Arabs, well, they zero-rate it.

And then we brought it in via the Netherlands,

and we sold it in Belgium to the Orthodox Jews.

We've put about 50 million worth of gold through it.

So...

..it has been worth a go.

If I can return you to less exotic shores,

at your house in Kent, police found 11 unmarked gold bars,

instructions for a smelter.

Most of that was planted.

It was planted.

The rest of it means nothing.

But why you, Mr Noye?

If you believe that you've been unfairly targeted,

that the police have fabricated the evidence against you,

why would they land on you?

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

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

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

I don't know what the average copper earns in a year,

but I imagine I earn that in a day.

So...

I moved a lot of gold, and a lot of money came out of that,

and, yes, the taxman, I suspect,

will want to have a quick word with me after this, and that's fine.

But I'm not Brink's-Mat.

I ain't.

I don't know nothing about that robbery,

other than what was already in the papers.

That some blokes from South London nicked it

and he ain't found it.

It's working, Senor Palmer.

We have sold a quarter of the properties

and have 50 builders working on the rest.

Where's the money?

They say in El Dorado,

there was a king who left piles of gold all around the city

to show the people he was not afraid of them stealing it.

The money is saved, Senor Palmer,

but there's a lot of it.

And this is a small island.

El Dorado needs its king.

I ain't got it.

We know.

We know you went to Panama.

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

You'll get ten years.

I'll do five.

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

When the messenger came, I thought it might be flowers.

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

I needed a new one. Why?

They tried to nick you over there.

Yeah. I can sort that.

So you're a gangster now, are you?

We're going to fix things, love.

I promise.

But it's going to take time, and it's going to take money.

We had to send Scadlynn bankrupt,

and since then, there ain't a bank in England would lend me a penny.

So I'm going to have to earn some crust over there.

Take the pressure off a bit.

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

There's no getting back to that.

No.

Well, be back in a week, two at the most.

You know, John. Yeah?

All those things your dad did. Yeah?

All those things that you carry with you,

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

I'm not leaving.

What's this?

My cactus.

Well...

..it's nice to see you've been busy.

A couple of lads came in last week.

Friends of friends.

And they told me what happened to my share.

I believed in a code.

I believed in South London.

Others didn't.

What you going to do?

Nothing.

With good behaviour, I could be out in ten.

We can handle ten, can't we?

Yeah.

I'll wait for you, Micky.

How you doing?

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

You will be.

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

You're a clever boy, John.

Yeah.

Kept yourself very clean.

Hidden.

Can I do anything for you?

Nah, you're all right.

Am I all right?

Of course you are.

You're just a poor kid from Solihull

who got taken advantage of something terrible.

No, no-one's coming looking for you, John.

You enjoy the sunshine.

Might even come visit you.

Well, let's get you off, hey?

And then it's done.

I don't know, John.

It's Brink's-Matt.

The size of it,

all the people involved.

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

BELL RINGS

Do you, Michael McAvoy, take Kathleen Meacock

to be your lawful wedded wife?

To have and to hold in sickness and in health,

for richer, for poorer, to love and to cherish until parted by death?

I do.

And do you, Kathleen Meacock,

take Michael McAvoy to be your lawful wedded husband?

To love and to hold, in sickness and in health,

for richer and for poorer to love and to cherish

until parted by death?

I do.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

GUNFIRE

If we took on every crime that comes out of Brink's-Mat,

we'd be here for 20 years. And they want their building back.

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

Oh, we'll know who's won when the jury's come back.

But that doesn't change what you lot achieved.

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

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

That was the genius of it.

This was a story about individuals united only by greed.

None of them knew that all the others existed.

None of them could see the whole picture.

They just knew their own jobs,

their own greed.

But we tracked them down

and built cases that have never been built before.

We made alliances that haven't been made before.

We all know what we lost along the way.

But we took on more here than anyone will ever know.

And what came out of it was this lot in the dock.

What happens next is out of our hands.

So pack up, seal the files,

and I thank you for your service.

Can we have a word, sir?

I'm putting you two up for a promotion,

which is a fairly terrifying prospect.

Thank you, sir. We only have the money because of you.

You were right to chase it.

I mean, we got a few buildings, sir.

Parry slipped the rest away. We need to get ourselves to Panama.

It's over, Jennings. That's what we want to talk to you about, sir.

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

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

This felt important, like we were changing things.

We want to do something else that feels like that.

You two will have fine careers.

I have no doubt that you will change things wherever you go.

But there is no next job.

When Brink's-Mat is done, I'm done.

KNOCKING Jury's back at the Old Bailey, sir.

What are you going to do, sir?

Travel.

I'd like to go to Cyprus...

..to lay a wreath.

MUSIC: Atmosphere by Joy Division

♪ Walk in silence

♪ Don't walk away

♪ In silence

♪ See the danger

♪ Always danger

♪ Endless talking

♪ Life rebuilding

♪ Don't walk away... ♪

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honour.

Kenneth James Noye is charged with conspiracy

to dishonestly handle gold stolen from the Brink's-Mat warehouse

on the 26th of November, 1983.

He is, in addition, charged with fraudulently conspiring

to evade VAT payments on the stolen gold.

How do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

CHEERING

On all charges.

Defendant will be sentenced this afternoon.

I hope you all die of cancer. GASPS

Take him down!

He said he'd finished.

Who?

Cooper.

He said he'd finished cleaning the money.

We thought we'd stopped him.

We thought we'd stopped all of them.

There was more to come, more gold, more money.

But he said he'd finished.

What does that number mean to you?

We've dropped the charges against your wife.

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

A lot of life in 14 years.

You have one card, Noye.

Where's the other half of the gold?

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

In my world, at least.

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

One and a half tonne of gold just...

..vanished into thin air.

And having you lot run about like clowns.

All that chasing, all that digging...

..for something that was never there.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be remembered for that.

They only ever had half of it, sir.

The gold must have been split right at the beginning.

I know.

MUSIC: A Forest by The Cure

Where do we start?

At the beginning.

Six blokes in a van.

♪ Come closer and see

♪ See into the trees

♪ Find the girl

♪ While you can

♪ Come closer and see

♪ See into the dark

♪ Just follow your eyes

♪ Just follow your eyes

♪ I hear her voice

♪ Calling my name

♪ The sound is deep... ♪