All language subtitles for The Gold - S1 E2

Get down! Six robbers have
carried out an armed raid,

stealing almost three tonnes
of gold bullion.

You two picked up Brink's-Mat?
Yes, sir.

I'm taking it over.
So our friend says you can shift it.

I can shift it. I'm not a villain.

Not like that. Neither am I.

All we'd be doing is
turning it legit.

It's too pure. We'll disguise it.

A bit rough and ready.
Yeah, it's been bashed about a bit.

Now, there's no point
doing it if you can't

clean what comes out the other side.

This is Kenneth Noye, Mr Cooper.

I shall take 25% to clean it
through Swiss bank accounts.

What you're talking about, that
is... That's a different level.

You'd need a team to do it.

You'd need a lot of people
looking the other way.

Well, then, let's get started.

Gold! You've got it, we want it.

Best prices guaranteed.

No amount too big or small.

Send us your gold or visit us
at these markets.

Scadlynn, we want your gold.

I knew you'd end up in Hollywood,
John, with those eyes of yours.

West Country TV at midnight's
hardly Hollywood, Marnie.

Another drink for the film stars?

Ah, yes, please, Marnie.

Hope it's not too expensive,
all that advertising?

No, no, no.

No, pays for itself, this stuff.

I shall be away tomorrow.

Oh? For the night.

Golf with clients.

Wales, of all places.

You haven't played golf in 20 years.

And this is why.
You play golf, you end up in Wales.

Hello, Brian.

Jesus! Hello, Kenny.

It's good to see you back.

Yeah, well, I missed the rain.

Here, let me get you a drink.

No, no. I'll get these, Brian.

Scadlynn Gold Merchants,
we'll buy your gold.

That's right,
you might have seen us on the telly.

Come and have a look!

Scadlynn gold!
Rita, my love, come here.

Keeping well?
What have you got for me today?

Absolutely gorgeous.
Thank you very much.

Yeah, yeah, thank you.

Mr Chapel, that's from Rita.
Give me a tenner for that, will you?

The account operates
under a code word,

but we do need
a name for internal use.

Oh, Mr Parry.

Hello, Jeannie.

I'm sorry for your loss.
Hello, Kenny.

How are you, then?

It's like a dagger through
my heart, actually, this, Kenny.

Yeah.

Losing a husband,
then losing an house.

Ain't been a great few months,
to be fair.

Yeah, I heard the well
ran a little dry.

I need debts chasing.

I'll give you half.

Come on, Jeannie, you know plenty
of blokes who could do that for you.

But they can't give you what I can.

What's that, then? A job.

A what?

Ready?

Yeah.

Yes.

Yes.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, then, we'd best get started.

We're looking for six robbers
and three tonnes of gold.

We have McAvoy and Robinson.

So, now it's four robbers
and three tonnes of gold.

And here they are.

Intelligence, surveillance,
and a bit of common sense.

Four names, four robbers.

Take them at the same time.

Tell their wives they're
going to Hackney nick.

Bring them here for questioning.

Then we'll have until their lawyer
gets from Hackney nick to here

to get one of them
to give up the gold.

Questions?

Do it quietly.

Remember, they'll be watching us

just as much as we'll be
watching them.

You lot keeping busy, then?

Oh, you know us, Kenny -
all the high-end stuff.

Car chases, cat burglars.

Actually, there was a
cat burglar, to be fair.

Someone nicked a kitten
down in Sidcup. No!

The owner gave us
a list of suspects.

Two of 'em was dogs.

And to think the Met don't
take us seriously!

That lot must be knocking
about a bit, then, the Met?

Why, what would they want out here?

I just thought the, er,

Flying Squad might be poking about
that Brink's-Mat job. Oh, no.

Not in bloody Kent, they're not.

Well, unless they reckon
it was a couple of dogs.

Hackney? Worth a go.

How can we help?

Go on, then. Give me the alibis.

My client was at home with his wife
after spending the evening

socialising with friends.

My client was staying
with his elderly mother,

who recently suffered a stroke,

though fortunately is lucid enough
to testify to his presence.

My client was with his family.

I have signed statements from all
of them, bar the two-year-old.

But I could ask her to draw you
a picture, if you'd like.

Unfortunately, my client's
recently emigrated to sunnier

climes on account of his asthma.

But he has asked me

to pass on his very best wishes
to your investigation.

I'm twiddling my thumbs here, Kenny.
You've got to speed it up.

Yeah, I will.

I've ordered that thing from Hatton
Garden to knock off the numbers.

Yeah, well, I hope you were careful.

Don't have to tell me that, John.

All quiet round your way?

Yeah, they've not heard a peep.

Good, good, good. Good.

And make sure your lot
keep their heads down, all right?

Nothing flash, no spending,
all right?

Yeah, you don't have to
tell me that, Kenny.

Sir, every day, more of
that gold will be getting

turned into money, and we're
not doing anything about it.

The only way the gold
turns into money is

if they manage to sell it
back into the market.

If they do, then the only people
who will notice it

is the gold and precious metals
division at Customs.

I mean, can we go
and speak to them, sir?

Customs believe with some
justification that we're corrupt.

As a result, they'll most likely
tell you nothing while inflicting

a level of humiliation that would be
inappropriate for me to experience

but that I think you two
could comfortably handle.

It's Brink's-Mat, isn't it?

Er, can we help you?

Sorry, I'm Osborne. I think
you're waiting for my boss.

Been waiting a while, mate.

So, you do gold, do you?

Er, yeah, unaccustomed gold.

Yeah, where VAT's being avoided,
which tends to mean stolen or,

er, nicked, to use your parlance.

It's Brink's-Mat, isn't it?

Will he be long?

Oh, he won't help you.

No, this is a little declasse
for Her Majesty's Customs.

Yeah. What's our jurisdiction again?

London. All of it? All of it.

He'll help us.

OK.

Good luck.

Oh, but it's beautiful, John.
Did you see the seats?

Give me the keys.
Give me keys, we're taking it back.

What are you on about?
We've been waiting months for it.

We don't have the money.

You've been out at that
smelter every night.

How can we not have the money?

It's not as simple as that.

All right?

Look, give it some time.

We can have any car that we want...

..but not yet.

We're taking it back.

Cheeky bastard. Nice biscuits.

They were nice biscuits.

So, not all of London, then? Ha-ha.

It's Brink's-Mat.

Now tell us one thing we don't know.

Erm, all right.

Well, if they have half a brain,
they won't try and move the gold

without removing the serial numbers.

And how would they do that?
Portable smelter.

And if...if they didn't expect
the gold, then they wouldn't

have got one in advance.
Where would they get it?

Hatton Garden.
Ask for anyone paying cash.

And then what comes after the,
er, smelter?

Well, let's just start with that.

Look at this.

The new flats at Chelsea Harbour.

Whatever the hell that is.

There's nothing wrong
with reinvention.

"Furnishing available
by the Conran Shop."

Dear God, can you imagine?

Well, you can't buy class.

I have another trip away this week.

We're going down to the school
on Wednesday.

Ah, that place, yeah, that's one
option. Sorry?

Not one that I particularly favour.
She will be going there.

What, because you did?

Because I did,
because my mother did.

Because my father is on the
Board of Governors

and pays for their education.

None of this is news to you, Edwyn.

I just think we should consider
some more, er, modern options.

And what might modern mean to you?

It means that her life won't be
marked out in advance.

It means it won't be predictable,
narrow and...boring.

Is that what I am to you?

Am I boring compared to more
modern options?

That's not what I'm saying.

We're going down to the school
on Wednesday.

Nothing springs to mind.

Listen, mate, I've been in half
the merchants in Hatton Garden

this morning, and, er,
no-one's been pleased to see me!

I know this game's
blurry around the edges.

I don't care.

I just want to know if anyone's
ordered a smelter for cash?

Sorry, it's not ringing a bell.

No.

That's what you say to get
rid of police.

I mean, that's what the
good villains say.

But people who aren't villains,
people who've got themselves

into a bit of a situation
and don't know how to get out of it,

they talk about things not springing
to mind and about bells not ringing.

So...

..let's try again.

They gave a Moody name
and paid cash.

When they were told it would take
a week to come down from the factory

in Worcestershire, they said they'd
pick it up there themselves. When?

Tomorrow. Which means I need a bug
and a pursuit vehicle flown

over from Belfast today, so we can
bug the smelter tonight and

follow whoever picks it up tomorrow.

We're fighting a bombing
campaign in two countries.

If we request moving resources from
Northern Ireland, it will go up

the chain of command and come
back down as a fairly ugly no.

You don't have to send it up.

I can speak to who
I need to speak to...

You've got surveillance
on the task force.

John Fordham and his team.
Doesn't get better than that.

No, they're round the clock on the
robbers.

Then why are you chasing
a bloody smelter?

Your job is to catch your robbers
and find the gold.

The case is opening up a little,
sir.

Not without discussion, it's not.

The smelter leads
back to the gold, sir.

I'll monitor the operation
personally.

Fine, but you'll use what you have.

They're Flying Squad
detectives, Boyce,

not traffic wardens.
They can follow a bloody car.

Let's hope they can, sir.

Huh.

More, a bit more on you, then, Olly.

OK, throw again.

Do you want some earrings as well?

I like the earrings,
I think they're good.

Ah, so pretty,
like a princess aren't you?

Whoa.

Oh. I remember when you smelt of
Chanel, not bloody smoke.

Well, it's the smoke that pays
the bills love.

Isn't it? Hey? Yeah.

Yeah? Yeah.

Aren't I worth staying in for, John?

Well.

You'll still
look like that in the morning.

And we'll be richer.

Now, where's my wellies?
Where are they?

I don't know where they are!
Seriously, I can't find them.

Never in my lifetime did I think
I'd own my own wharf, Mr Cooper.

Neither did I.

One down, seven to go.
It's too slow.

You think this is slow, you wait
until we get to the planning.

For this to work,
the money has to keep moving.

We have to find other
places for it to go.

I've got to skip.

I'll call you later.

Slowly, slowly
catchy monkey, Mr Cooper.

Yes.

Christ, this is boring.

How'd do you get here?
Clapham, wasn't it?

Yeah, er, Burglary,

and then, Serious Crimes
and then, Flying Squad,

and then, God help me...you.

Here's how I got here.

Two years at Hendon,
top of the year,

and then, they asked
if I'd switch to Secretarial.

Then three years at Hackney.

But just the sex offences,
cos only a woman can handle that.

So that was three years of
battered wives and ruined kids

until I told my Super I'd go
above him rank by rank

until someone let me do
the same job as the blokes.

Then they put me on Murder Squad
and told me to take statements.

So I read the statements
and I taught myself how to see

all the little holes liars leave
when you read 'em right.

And I caught people.

And I caught some more, and I caught
enough to make it to Flying Squad

and to sit here and listen to you
telling me this is boring.

That's how I got here.

All right.

So stop your moaning and give me
one of your sandwiches.

No way. I told you you need some.
Oh, come on.

You're punishing me for
being prepared.

I'll have the lot,
if you don't shut up.

I don't think so. I made 'em.

Here we go.

We've got movement.

Stand by, all cars.

I'll take it. Just like that?

Just like that.

No wife to consult?

No, she doesn't get
involved in this.

That keeps it simple.

We offer a furniture package
through the Conran Shop,

if you're interested?
I'll take that, too.

We're selling the berths,
if you sail.

I can't swim.

There's a pool downstairs, you could
learn. It's a bit late for that.

Oh? I think a man who buys a place
like this ten seconds after

walking in the door
can do anything he wants.

He's got the smelter
and he's moving.

Count to ten, stay two cars behind.

Count to ten, stay two cars behind.

Right. I'm driving. Why?

Cos it's like going out
with my nan.

Get out. M...well, fine then.

Car one, location?

Still heading east through
Surrey on the A25.

He's sticking to back roads.

We're on him but we're struggling.
He's not hanging about,

and he's got a lot more under
his bonnet than we do.

It's difficult to engage in a
pursuit without a pursuit vehicle.

Hello?

Yeah, thanks.
It's a false plate, sir.

Nicked from a lorry two weeks ago.

Shit!

He's turned off.

South on the B522.

I'll tell you one thing, sir.

He isn't going to South London.

Stand down the London cars.

Stand down cars two and three.

Save you a bit of overtime.

Got him, sir.

Woman driver.

He's one car ahead.

We may have a problem.

That ain't good.

Fuck it!

Beautiful, ain't it?

Stop, stop! Jesus Christ Nic,
stop, Jesus Christ!

Lost him, sir...

No...

Last seen in Kent heading east over

a level crossing outside
West Kingsdown.

Where does this end?
I don't know.

But it doesn't end with the robbers.

Next time you need something,
come to me.

I'm still trying to get
the mix right.

The old bits,
that adds character...

..and the new stuff,
that ups the quality.

See?

I always think how each
one of these must have a story.

And who bought it, who they bought
it for, why they bought it.

And you just,
just take all those stories

and just melt 'em all together.

I'm making a new story.

I'm making a new life for us.

Look at the life we have now, John.

Neither of us could've
dreamt this.

I know. I know, love.

The thing about gold is,
if you have enough of it,

it can give you a life you don't
have any business dreaming about.

Come here.

Straight back to class.

I'm afraid that here at St Jude's,
the sands are shifting beneath us.

To the nouveau riche,
we're seen as old hat.

Admissions are down
and government support is

sensitive in our new
classless society.

Our bursar, Mr McDonald,
has been approached by

property developers to buy the
old wing and convert it into flats.

Which is why we need
to stick together.

And you need to entrust
your daughter to us.

Stand up for tradition

and say, perhaps society
is just fine as it is.

Er, 100,000 in 50s please, love.

From the Scadlynn account.

We're sorry, sir.

We did what we could with
the resources we were given.

Can we go down to Kent?
What for? A bit of train spotting?

To try and pick up the trail, sir.

We could, we could talk to
Kent Police, see if

the car means anything to them.

What's the first rule
of working in Kent?

Don't tell Kent Police you're there.

Or the birds start singing.

Good luck.

Are you ready, Jeannie?

Two minutes, love.
I'm just doing me barnet.

Piece of piss.

What's going on up top, Brian?

It's a disguise.

Our one aim is not
to attract attention.

And one way to attract attention
is to walk about with what appears

to be a fucking squirrel
on your head.

Hello, Jeannie.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You look great, Jeannie.

Thank you, Brian.
I love the wig.

See? Jeannie, the idea is that
people don't remember you.

We're going uptown, Kenny.
I'll not go uptown in rags.

Yeah, I love it.

You still married, Brian?

Depends who's asking.

Shall we have a little drink?
Yes. No!

Right, you, lose the syrup
and piss off home.

And you, get up them stairs and

don't come down looking
like Liberace.

Cheeky sod.

It's pure silk, this is.

And none of your hooky stuff,
neither.

Kenny, it's not as easy at that.

It's glued on.

It's nice to see you, love.

Hello, Micky.

How've you been?

How the fuck do you think I've been?

The thing is, Micky,
you're looking at 20 on a good day.

Hm? It's a long time. Yeah.

You're not doing much for the old
morale here, love. I'm just saying.

How do I know if I wait for you,
you'll look after me?

I'm sorry. Prove it.

How about a nice house
in the country?

How about a nice house
in the country?

I could do with a drink, Kenny.

We get this done, Jeannie,
you can drink the Thames.

You know, Jeannie, people like us -
we have to fight twice as hard

to get anything in this world,
don't we?

We fight to get it,
then we fight to keep it.

So I never thought I'd see the day
where Jeannie Savage would let

them take that nice house of hers
away without fighting to keep it.

When all you need to do
is stick it in the bank.

Don't fucking move.

Come on then, get 'em out.

Are you taking the piss?

All this running Boyce is
making me do, it's made me

think about my life, Nic.

About mortality,

about the cold hand of death that
sits ever present on my shoulders.

Bacon sandwich? Absolutely.

Good boys. Good boys.

Ken? Ken, love.

Yeah? Ken.

Yeah?

That one's been going all morning.

Yeah?
You know, Kenny...

..I thought the one thing that would
be easy about being in here

would be the old domestic,
but if anything, it's bloody worse.

What do you want, Micky?

Two houses.

Have a nice day.

Tony!

Dave, hiya.

All right? Er,
we went to Hendon together.

Oh, so he did get some
training, then?

Ah, a little, yeah!

Hey, you're Flying Squad these days,
aren't you?

That's right, yeah.

So, what are you doing down here?

We're on our way to the coast.

A suspect legged it for France.

Didn't make it past Dover. Right.

Good to see you, Tony.
Cheers, Dave.

You're Osborne?

Y-Yes, yes, sir.

You were right about the smelter.
Right about the s...

Oh, well, glad to be of assistance.

That's lucky.
I'm seconding you to my task force.

Oh, they'll, er, never allow that.

Oh, I've just met
with your superior.

I informed him of my plan to
publicly announce my gratitude

for the assistance of
Her Majesty's Customs in

the Brink's-Mat investigation.

He recognised
that as the trap that it was,

and we negotiated all
the way down to you.

I see.

Go through every suspicious
gold transaction you have

since the day of the robbery.

Come and see me
when you find something.

OK. OK, well...well, shall I wear
some form of a uniform or...?

Were you in the Scouts?

Mm, no, no, my mother felt
they were fascistic.

Just wear your own gear, then. OK.

Wear my own gear.

I was clear that I wouldn't deal
with those at the coal face.

Call it a one-off.

This is exposing.

It's very well you
and I buying property...

You're talking about
the accused ring leader.

It's...ludicrous.

Well, he's looking at 25 years,
Mr Cooper.

The feeling is, if he gets
the houses, he'll take the 25.

Everything else moves on.

That's short-sighted.

Micky McAvoy for ya.
He's in prison.

And he's got friends who ain't.

Why does he need two?

Yeah, well, that's another story.

It looks a bit flimsy,
with the wood.

It's stayed up for 300 years.

You should be fine.

Yeah, that'll do.

Yeah, I should hope so.

Be good for parties.

Christ.

No parties, Kath, please.

God, you lot are boring.

Listen, Jackie,

you really need to keep your
head down with this one, please.

You don't need to tell me to keep
my head down, Gordon.

Just trying to help, Jackie. You
know me. I'll take it.

This is a mistake.

You can't make a mistake, Mr Cooper,
if you've got no choice.

OK. This is boring.

Come on, then.

How did Micky McAvoy know your dad?

My old man was by a country mile
the worst villain in England.

He paid off that many people every
time he did a job, he made a loss.

I don't mind that he paid off
people like McAvoy,

but I do mind that he paid off
bent police, bent lawyers,

those ones, the ones who make
clean money from the law

and dirty money from breaking it.

Those are the ones I'd like to nick.
Mm.

Those ones don't get nicked easy.

Yeah, and that's this country's
whole problem right there.

The game's crooked because
the ones who set the rules...

Don't turn 'round.

Brian Reader, you sure?

100%, sir.

We've pulled him in for the
Baker Street Lloyd's Bank job.

He was on the run into Spain
last time I heard.

He must have run out of money, sir,
which means he's looking for work.

Something's going on in Kent, sir.

Who knows someone who worked in Kent
but doesn't work there now?

My old Super is a DCI in Clapham.

Straight? As a die, sir.

Don't give him the names.

Congratulations.

Spending money doesn't
require talent.

Making it does.

To a degree.

You know, I shouldn't
have got this job.

When I went for the interview,

I saw all the men waiting
for theirs.

Older, more experienced.

So I went in and said
they can keep the salary.

I'd work for free for a year,
commission only.

And I got it -
cos London's changing.

It's about ambition...possibility.

How about dinner tonight?

I'm...

I'll be going home for dinner.

Well, then...
here's to possibilities.

Special Task Force?

That's it, guv, over the river, too.

Well, good for you, son.

So, what's the job?

Er, we hope to chat to you
about Kent, sir.

Off the record.

Who moves stuff on down there,
bigger jobs, more specialist?

I can give you 100 names.

With links to South London.

Er, make that 200.

It's not about names,
it's about links.

So, give me your suspects,
I'll give you links.

It's Brink's-Mat, sir.

I knew it was Brink's-Mat when
he said you were over the river.

Huh, I've been in the game longer
than the three of you put together.

Stop pissing about and give me
your suspects.

We reckon that's the other
four robbers, sir.

Get on the floor.

No...

..no...

..no...

Well, if he's involved...
he'll have his mate doing the gold.

Who's his mate?

Kenneth Noye.

He's linked to a McAvoy associate

and has convictions for
fencing stolen goods.

I knew if I hung in there,
one day you two would tell me

something interesting.

We've never heard of him.

You wouldn't have.
There's nothing in the system.

He's not the sort of villain
you put in the system.

This is Boyce.

Get me everything you have on
Kenneth Noye by tomorrow morning.

We looked at him for a long time
in criminal intelligence.

We knew he was a fence.

I thought he was something more.

But he has something
that not many of them have.

What's that, sir?

Protection.

Oh, you're going to do me
again here, you bandit.

Get...oh.

It's a wonderful thing about
being a copper in Kent.

You get good at darts.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right.

I saw some Flying Squad down
your way the other day.

Oh, yeah? Yeah, said they were
on their way to Dover.

Well, it's a funny route to take.

Yeah, it is, yeah.

Unlucky.

Shut up.

Thanks.

Er, 300,000 please, love.

In 50s.

Let me just check if we've got it.

Scadlynn? 300,000.

We've raised our concerns.

Give it a minute.

I'll call it in,
and I'll go higher this time.

Hello, George. Oh, hello, Marnie.

Are you wanting a cup of tea?

No, I'm, er, I'm here official
today, Marnie, believe it or not.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Ah, fuck.

Ah.

Hey, George. How you doing?

Hello, John.

We had a call from a dog walker.

Yeah? About the smoke.

What, I'm just smelting
some scrap jewellery, mate.

I mean, I'd open up and show you,
but you'd get a hell of a sun tan.

Here, here you are,

you take something for that poor
missus of yours. Hey?

Oh, no, John, I can't do that.
No, come on.

When was the last time you
made her smile? Hey?

No, John. Come on. You know I can't.

Leave him alone, John.
You should be apologising.

There's old ladies getting mugged
in Bristol. Poor George has been

dragged down here to talk about
your bloody smelter.

Yeah, you're right.

You're right, come on,

let's get you back out there,
chasing the real crooks.

You bought it.

You bought the wing.

I'll do something tasteful with it.

We could've given them the money,
but no, you swoop in like a vulture.

Do you know how embarrassing
that is for the family?

I'm not embarrassed.
I'm not talking about you.

I know you're not.
My father nearly had a heart attack.

Oh, he heard, did he?

Of course he heard,
he's the bloody governor.

You wanted him to hear.

My God, Edwyn, you're a chippy
little bastard, aren't you?

You know, men like him need
to know this country's changing.

The money, the new money has power.

And the old systems, the old rules,
they're being swept away.

Where did you get the money?
That's no concern of yours.

It's cheap, Edwyn,
this thirst you have for money.

Only those with money get
to call it cheap.

Perhaps if being amongst all
this entitlement is

so terribly hard for you,
then you should leave?

Perhaps I should.

And you're wrong.

This country doesn't change.

There is nothing the system likes
more than those who take it on.

That's when it gets
to show its strength.

People couldn't decide which half
of you is worse, gypsy or Irish.

Yeah, but you, you took me out...
with your one suit.

You told me all the things
you were going to do,

and all the money you
were going to make.

And I thought,
if he does half of that,

I wouldn't mind being
along for the ride.

And then, when you worked
every hour of the day, when you...

..ducked and dived, and brought
the coppers to the door,

I let it go, cos we were skint
and you were trying to change that.

But I don't know why you're
still working like that, John.

Living like that.

I don't understand it,
and I don't understand you.

Seeing him, er...
seeing him was the problem.

If I hadn't seen him,
I-I could have just...

Yeah, I could've just scraped
him together, right,

with things I'd heard.

That he was a Peaky Blinder,
and that he was handsome.

Tough. Bit of a rogue.

I mean, the kind of rogue that
leaves seven of us in a two-bedroom

flat next to a dump, but, er,
he was a rogue all the same.

I could have just made him up,
if I didn't see him.

But I couldn't miss him.

Because he was a fucking tramp.

He was sleeping here and there.

Blind drunk, begging.

You know, the other kids used
to ask me, they used to say to me,

"Hey, isn't that your da?"

And I'd say, "No."

And, erm, I'd make sure
they never asked again.

Yeah, I saw him.

I lay in bed every night,
and I thought,

"Is that where I'd be?

"Is that who I'd be?"

And I decided that the only
way that I could,

the only way I could stop
that from happening,

the only protection that
I could get...was money.

And so, I grafted.

I got my first wage at 12.

I got my first shop at 18.

And from then on, graft, money,
graft, money, graft, money.

Just trying to get some distance.

Look, now, this job that
I'm doing now - is legit.

And it is big.

And it's not going to last forever.

It's another month, two,
two at most.

And then, erm...

..and then, I'll be too far gone.

And, er, he won't ever catch me.

And I won't ever be him.
No, you won't, John.

No, you won't.

Thanks for coming.

It sounded interesting.

I'm looking for cash purchases
that I can spruce up and sell on.

That sound like something
you could find?

Sounds like half of London.

I'll pay you whatever
the commission they give you here.

Is it legal?

I'm a lawyer.

That just means you know what
laws you're breaking.

Yes, it's legal.

There are a lot of blokes
out there making a lot of money.

I thought...you could offer
a little more.

I'm in the midst of an emancipation.

There are no limits to what
I might offer.

There's not much here, sir.

Whatever he does, he's good at it.

He built his own house
in West Kingsdown.

You've got a visitor. sir.

Hey. What's he doing here?

I've found something. Go on.

Two months ago, a man flew
from England to Jersey,

went to a bank, bought 11 bars
of gold, went to another bank,

left the gold in a safety deposit
box and flew home.

They think it's VAT evasion.

I think it might be a little
more significant than that.

We're not looking for men
buying gold.

Er, yes, you are.

May I? You'll love this.

Here is £26 million worth of
pure gold in the possession

of people who didn't
expect to have it.

They need to get it to here.

A compromised gold merchant
capable of disguising it.

Now, the problem with this journey
here is serial numbers and movement.

To move it safely, the first job
is to lose the serial numbers.

For that, they're going to use
a portable smelter.

Then they buy more gold,
and get a receipt for that gold.

So now, if they're stopped moving
a small amount of the

now unmarked Brink's-Mat gold, they
can show a corresponding receipt.

So they can now safely travel
with that small amount of gold

over and over again to
our compromised gold merchant.

Now, the first thing the gold
merchant needs is a cover story.

Send us your gold or visit us
at these markets.

Scadlynn Gold Merchants,
we'll buy your gold!

They're going to be handling a lot
of gold and making a lot of money.

They need to explain both to
the taxman and those around them

where it's coming from.

Then the stolen gold arrives.

But the Brink's-Mat gold will
never look like scrap jewellery,

even when they disguise it.

It's just too pure.

So, they need a paper trail for
a vast amount of pure gold.

Now, for that, they will go
to a registered gold importer,

no doubt someone they know,
and someone they can coerce

into producing fake
importation paperwork.

Then they can take their gold
and their importation paperwork,

and have the gold certified
for sale by an assay.

And if you think we're unhelpful,
just wait till you try the assays.

They're not police and they know it.

If it's gold,
they sign it off and hallmark it.

Then the merchant takes
their hallmarked gold

and their importation paperwork,

and sells it in bulk to a bullion
wholesaler, of which there are

only four in the country -
of which one is Johnson Matthey.

Sound familiar?

It was their gold, weren't it?
Brink's-Mat?

"It was their gold, weren't it,"
indeed. Yes, exactly.

Right now, they'll be buying it
all back, as we all are,

cos those four bullion wholesalers
supply every jeweller in Britain.

Literally, as we speak, all around
the country, every ring, every

watch, every retirement clock, has
a little bit of Brink's-Mat in it.

If you're looking for the gold,
it's all around you.

And once it's here, it's gone!

What about the money?

Ha! So, the merchant has paid
for the gold.

Now if this country
had proper banking laws, a...

..a bank branch suddenly seeing a
company earn vast amounts of money

and withdraw it in cash might tell
someone about it, but we don't,

so they won't.

So, the gold merchant withdraws
the cash, takes their cut,

and sends the rest onwards to be
paid into a new home.

A disguised bank account likely
set up in Europe by someone who

knows how to do such a thing.

And from there to a front company,
which disguises it further

through investment -
anywhere they feel it'll be safe.

And then, the money's gone, too.

They'll have needed a lot of
that time to set this up

and a few weeks to smooth it out.

But now, this will only
get faster...

..and faster, and faster...

..and faster and faster, and faster,

until one day,

it's all gone.

The money and the gold,
out into the ether.

It's like it never happened.

How long?

Mm...a month.

Two at the most.

Get me Jersey CID.

Vouchsafe Thine aid,
Almighty Father and Supreme Governor

of the Universe, to this our
solemn rite and grant this

worthy Brother...

How are the, er, Flying Squad
getting on with the big one?

What big one?

You know, the Brink's-Mat.

Ah, that's not Flying Squad.

Oh, no?

Special Task Force...
under Brian Boyce.

Boyce?

Yeah, you know him?

No.

Yes.

Yeah!

Who is he?

He's as good as they've got.

And he got closer to me
than anyone ever has.

How do we get to him?

We can't.

Come on, Kenny.

I've never met a cozzer
who can't be got to.

Yeah, well, we can't get to him.

And he isn't going to stop.

Well, we're not going
to stop either.

Cos when you're in this deep,
you can't stop until it's done.

Well, if he won't stop,
and we won't stop...

..then it's a race.