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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.

ALL: Police! Police, step back! Step back!

Get back.

DOG BARKS

Fordham's down!

Ah, come on then! Argh!

KIDS SCREAM

HE CHUCKLES

You were halfway back to Bristol out there. Mm.

I didn't realise how far I drifted.

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

THEY CHUCKLE

SINGING FLATLY: # I can tell by your eyes

# That you've probably been crying forever

THEY 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. 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.

SHE LAUGHS

# Sally called when she got the word

# And she said, "I don't suppose you've heard"...

THEY GIGGLE

# "About Alice"

# When I rushed to the window and I looked outside

# And I could hardly believe my eyes

# As a big limousine rode up into.. BOTH: # Alice's drive

THEY LAUGH

# Oh, I don't know why she's leaving or where she's going to go

# I guess she's got her reasons, but I just don't want to know

# Cos for 24 years, I've been living next door to Alice

# 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 CHEERS

MUSIC: Living Next Door to Alice by Smokie

# We grew up together, two kids in the park

# Carved out initials deep in the bark

# Me and Alice

# Now she walks through the door with her head held high... #

CHILDREN GIGGLING

HE CHUCKLES

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.

HE CHUCKLES

Ohh, ahh...

DCI 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.

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...

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.

DOOR SHUTS

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.

DOOR OPENS

Thanks for your time.

DOOR SHUTS

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.

HE CHUCKLES WRYLY

We should, Mr Cooper.

Why not?

We were hoping you're a smoker.

A24.

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.

PHONE RINGS

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

Nope.

RINGING CONTINUES

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.

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.

None at Noye's? Not yet.

None past Noye?

Not yet. You've not got it?

Not yet.

KNOCK AT DOOR

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...

DOORS LOCK

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.

WRY CHUCKLE

Not guilty, Your Honour.

The trial will be set for six months' time.

GAVEL BANGS

Thank you, Your Honour.

LOUD DIGGING

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.

JACKHAMMER WHIRS

HAMMERING CONTINUES

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...

HE 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 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.

JACKHAMMER STARTS BACK UP

Come on.

MUSIC DROWNS OUT SPEECH

TV PLAYS

PHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

Yes?

Time to come home, Mr Cooper.

LINE CUTS

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.

LIGHT CHUCKLES

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.

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.

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.

HE 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 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.

JACKHAMMER WHIRS

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.

JACKHAMMER CONTINUES

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.

JACKHAMMER CONTINUES

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.

HE SIGHS

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!

CROWD SCREAMS

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...

TONY: 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.

CROWD EXCLAIMS

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

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

Come with me.

DOOR SHUTS

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.

MUSIC: Paralysed by Gang of Four

# 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... #