All language subtitles for THE GOLD (2023) - S01E04 - VENGEANCE IS EASY, JUSTICE IS HARD (1080P AMZN WEB-DL X265 GHOST)

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 pounds
in cash in four months

feels more than concerning.

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

That's not Flying Squad.

Special Task Force. And O'Brien
boys.

Do they have it, Boyce,
the gold?

- Whatever's left.
- Then go and get it.

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

Rather nerves
than overconfidence, sir.

Police! Step back!

Step back!

Get back.

Fordham's down.

Ah...

Ah, come on then! Aha!

You're halfway
back to Bristol out there.

Mm.

I didn't realize how far I
drifted.

♪

♪ I can tell by your eyes ♪

♪ That you'd probably
be crying forever ♪

♪ And the stars in the sky

♪ Don't mean nothing to you

♪ They're a mirror

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

♪ I don't wanna

♪ Talk about it...

- Hey, love...
- Hmm?

Why don't you get up there? Hey?

You've got to have a voice on
you.

I will if you will.

I ain't bloody singing.

♪ If I stay...

♪ Sally called when she got the
word ♪

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

♪ About Alice?"

♪ When I rushed to the window

♪ And I looked outside...

You sound good.

♪ And I could hardly
believe my eyes ♪

♪ As a big limousine rolled
up... ♪

Both: ♪ Into Alice's drive

♪ Oh, I don't know why she's
leaving ♪

♪ Or where she's gonna go

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

♪ 'Cause for 24 years, I've
been living next door to Alice ♪

♪ 24 years,
just waiting for a chance ♪

♪ To tell her how I'm feeling,
maybe get a second chance ♪

♪ Now I've gotta get used to
not living next door to Alice ♪

♪ We grew up together,
two kids in the park ♪

♪ Carved our initials
deep in the bark ♪

♪ Me and Alice

♪ Now, she walks through the
door with her head held high ♪

Pfffft.

There are things
to like melt it down.

The little one and then the big
one.

Swimming...

- What are we missing then?
- No idea.

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

Ohh.

This is how to live your life--

lying in the sun, two days
behind.

Ohh...

Ah.

♪

John Fordham is dead,
and you want vengeance.

Vengeance is easy.

Justice is hard.

If we allow ourselves
to be ruled by vengeance...

by emotion, by anger,

we shall make mistakes,
and justice will not be served.

And we have a lot of justice to
serve.

For Noye and the others,
we shall secure convictions.

We shall find the remaining
gold,

we shall find John Palmer,

and we shall find everyone
who made a single penny

from the Brink's-Mat robbery,

because every one of them,
and every penny,

helped put Fordham in that
garden.

John Fordham's death

is my responsibility
and no one else's.

It's my load to carry, and...

I ask that you allow me to do
so.

Today's main headlines--
a police officer

has been stabbed to death
in a garden in Kent.

John Fordham was 45 years old

and a member of the Met
Police's Elite Surveillance Unit.

The owner of the house,
Kenneth Noye, has been arrested.

In other news, a ferry
company owned by Sir--

How's 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 have 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 found 11 gold bars
without serial numbers

under the patio
with 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 3 tons.

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.

Oy!

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.

Well, if she comes back,
shut her in a hole.

Yeah.

Oh, well.

Oh, that's very good.

And you took it?

♪

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 ya?

Not as early as you.

Have 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 'em?

'Cause that's your first
problem, and... it ain't your last.

We found instructions
to a smelter.

I trade jewellery.

A bit like nicking a jockey
for having a horse.

We're looking for the bunkers.

Well, if you find 'em,
you... you let me know.

We have extensive surveillance.

Spain.

I'd be nice, wouldn't it?

Yeah, retirement 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 turn to me and say,

"You only need to worry about
the one that's coming for you."

Tonight, when you're in
that cell in the dark...

I want you to listen
for the whistling,

and I want you to know that
they're all coming for you.

♪

Rough around here, isn't it?

I can say that 'cause I grew up
rougher, but not much.

I'm afraid we can't give you any--

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
10 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 giving us

any information-- if we hadn't
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 the signed authority
of the customer.

We did what we could,

which was to raise concerns
internally.

I spoke to the head office
again this morning.

That's interesting.

- Very.
- Because it's the afternoon.

And he didn't know
we were coming.

So why were you on the
phone to him this morning?

Because he heard.

You read the papers,
about Palmer, about Scadlynn,

about the people you gave
the 10 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 you want.

In the meantime, I can tell you
that the money went into bags,

it went through those doors,

and by now, I guess it's far
away from here.

Thanks for your time.

What happened in Kent?

No idea.

I'm going away for a while.

Where you going?

France.

You can hide any way
you want, Mr. Cooper.

Don't hide from me or
the people we answer to, okay?

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 Liechtenstein.

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 Liechtenstein,

we will be protected.

It was 10 million quid.

You better drive a big car.

We should, Mr. Cooper.

Why not?

We were hoping
you were 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.

It's a straight up
unofficial approach.

It's an official approach

for something you know
I couldn't make official.

He's been 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.

Okay.

Just me and the rats.

By 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.

But now I realize it was
the end of something

because nothing's ever gonna
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 just need some
time to work out--

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.

Came to me unmarked.

Then why did the police
want to talk to you?

Because a cop is dead, love.

They're gonna want to
talk to anyone they can.

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

No.

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 pound 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?

Uh, Brian Reader's house, uh...

Garth Chappell's house,
Scadlynn's office,

and every pub in Hatton Garden,
thanks to Matteo Constantino.

- Nothing about Noye's?
- Not yet.

None passed Noye?

- Not yet.
- You've not got it?

Not yet.

Palmer's in Tenerife.

Well, how do you know?

Because he's on the telly.

All I've heard is that the
police smashed into my house

and arrested the people

that were kindly
looking after the place,

and I-I'm astonished, frankly.

And did you know
or can you think of a reason

for this happening?

Uh, well, they say it's to do
with

some bullion robbery.

I'd be amazed if that was right,

but then again, uh,

I'm just a bloke on
holiday with his family.

Don't ask me.

- The police have...
- 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.

And I understand
they carried out

a raid at my property,

but I think that was a mistake.

Well, what do we do now?

Well, we ain't going home.

Why are you smiling?

I'm not.

♪

- Right. Good luck.
- Where you off to?

Well, I'll cross by foot.

Then we'll meet at the bank

and a spot of lunch, possibly.

I always thought
it was interesting

how you put the Swiss account
in my name, Mr. Cooper...

Making yourself invisible
by making me very visible.

But that's you all over,
isn't it? Hmm?

I mean, I can see you.

I can hear you.

And 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're in charge.

You needed me to do things
that you didn't want to do,

this being one of them.

But I think, uh, I think
we've moved past that now.

I think you're not in charge
anymore, Mr. Cooper.

'Cause I know that where you're
from,

where you pretend you're from,
power is permanent.

But where I'm from,

it comes from fear.

Kenneth James Noye, you face
one count on indictment

that on January the 26th, 1985,

you did murder

Detective Constable John Fordham

in West Kingsdown in Kent.

How do you plead,
guilty or not guilty?

If you have fear,
you can't have any power.

But if you do not have any
fear...

Then you can have
all the power you want.

Not guilty, Your Honour.

The trial will be set
for six months' time.

Thank you, Your Honour.

♪

Ten days.

That's it. That's the end.

That seems a bit dramatic.

It can't be less dramatic,
Keith.

It's reality.

It's boring.

It's rent extensions
and overdrafts and loans.

You've 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.

It can't change this.

If it is the end...
will you still be here?

I hope not.

I hope I have it in me to leave.

I hope you haven't taken that
too.

Good afternoon.

I'm looking for a painting.

I can certainly
help you with that.

It's for my wife's birthday.

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

Okay.

You simply cannot go wrong
with a Turner.

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

Yes.

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.

Prints?

It's her birthday, for Christ's
sake.

How about, uh, something
a bit more modern?

Modern, that's easy.

Edward Wadsworth, 1932.

Pristine. Absolutely pristine.

Eh... I don't know.

It's a bit weird, isn't it?

A bit weird?

It's Edward bloody Wadsworth.

It's the Vorticist movement.

It's the wilful abandonment
of representational art.

All right, mate, it's just
not what I'm looking for.

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

Keith!

What exalted artistic heights
are you hoping to scale?

All right, forget it.

- A load of dots, hey?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Melting cocks? Huh?

Dogs playing fucking cards?

Nine days.

Come on.

Yes?

Time to come home, Mr. Cooper.

Who is Kenneth Noye?

Members of the jury,

if you have followed the press
coverage of this case,

you'd be forgiven for thinking

that Mr. Noye was a top class

violent villain.

In fact, you're going to hear
something quite different.

He's not the things
they're making him out to be.

He's not some mastermind
or some big gangster.

He's just a normal family man

who's a workaholic
and enjoys making money,

like the majority of the public
do.

He works harder than anyone.

He built our house from scratch

when it was just a hole in the
ground.

He's had money for years,

so it's 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 pounds.

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-hmm. But property and haulage

are not your only lines of
business.

No.

When did you start
dealing in gold?

'Bout... 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.

Whoa, you had to go around
the houses a bit there, didn't you?

You've 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.

Why not?

Well, I'm a very private person.

I don't want people around
there knowing I deal in gold.

You wouldn't want people knowing

you're dealing in smuggled gold.

Well, I wouldn't put it
in the Yellow Pages.

I can't stand much more of this.

Well, get used to it, Nick.

This is the future of policing.

You have 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?

Those cheeky bastards.

They told us the blokes
were doing it too.

Ha ha.

Well, at least I went
to training for this.

- Doesn't look like it.
- Not 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
realization of profit.

We make money, we sell...

we move on.

The 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 got to see my children,
sign divorce papers.

It's a productive trip all
around.

Oh, yeah, there's something
else.

Where did it come from?

Our friends in Bristol.

How much?

700 grand.

When we're done,
deposit the money.

The people that did
are no longer available.

So what are you suggesting?

You imagine that
they've already picked up

on these bank notes,
which means we either

burn this lot here now
or we find someone

to take it over to
Liechtenstein.

Well, we have enough money.

You had enough money,
Mr. Cooper,

before this even started.

Do you know someone?

Maybe.

That money was a good
night down the dogs.

What dogs?

Crayford.

You went to the dogs,
won exactly 10 grand

in brand-new notes
from a bank in Bristol.

That's the magic of the dogs.

You never know what's going to
happen.

Thought you had a motor.

No.

The report said
you dropped the money

getting out of 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
them.

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 gonna 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 Janey Savage.

And you'll get fuck all from me.

At 6:15 p.m., we received
the order to move forward.

We went over the wall
and entered the grounds.

How were you dressed?

Camouflage suits and boots.

Any headgear?

John wore a balaclava.

- Then what?
- We used the cover of bushes

to move towards the house.

We reached the 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.

When I got there,
I realized he hadn't.

I go 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 the 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 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 he 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 4 feet in front of me...

And I just froze with horror.

I thought that was my lot, you
know?

Hmm.

I thought I was a dead man.

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,

I 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
ran 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
around to the entrance

from where I saw
three people near John.

One stood over him
with a shotgun and 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 friend,

so I pointed a gun at them.

But then they showed me
their police ID,

and I 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 have taken

that evening when he saw
Mr. Fordham in his garden,

and yet he-- - I have an
objection, Your Honour.

Proceed.

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, 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.

Now what, with all the Brits
knowing

who you are or the
drinks they buy you,

with the slaps on the back,
and good on you, mate,

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?

It wouldn't be me
doing the leaving.

Oye, Señor Palmer!

I know how much you miss him.

Margaret not well, Keith?

At her sister's.

How's business?

Well, Maggie is at her sister's.

You still popping
over to the Continent?

You know, pick up
your bits and pieces?

When funds allow.

Me and Mr. Cooper here,
we, uh...

we need something taken
over to Liechtenstein.

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 got more chance of getting
her back

from the fucking moon.

Excuse me, Keith.

Oy, son.

Yeah. Look at that, lunchtime,
yeah?

Lunchtime.

- It's half past 10:00.
- It's fucking lunchtime!

Was gettin' me
bleedin' wit, Keith.

Do you believe in God, Keith,

in the great thereafter?

No.

And 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 the phone that doesn't
ring,

anger, fear, and regret,

that same thought
running through your head

every moment of every day:
"Is this it?"

And it is, Keith.

And if we walk back out
that door, then this is it.

And as hard as that is to
imagine,

it will only get worse.

Thanks, Keith.

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--

Winson Green Prison...

And I pissed myself.

Yeah, right there
in the visitors room.

And he clobbered me for it.

He said I'd embarrassed him.

He was sat there
in Winson Green Prison,

and he said that
I had embarrassed him.

I'm not going inside.

There's no kid of mine
that's going to be

visiting me there neither.

So you've made 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.

♪

Blah!

- What on earth is this?
- Your Honour,

this is simply an attempt
to recreate the event.

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 Travis.

It's important we face
reality, Your Honour.

These are the events.

We went to every
bank close to where

Savage dropped the money.

And there she is.

They gave you this.

We told them
we were charging them

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, Señor Palmer?

Yep, just me.

Here, what's, um...

What's that place that's up the
coast

that's all abandoned like?

Oh, Germans.

They wanted to build a new type
of holiday village, timeshare,

but they ran out of money.

They were going to call it El
Dorado.

Well, what's that then?

It's a myth, Señor Palmer,
City of Gold.

For hundreds of years,
the Spanish conquistadors

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.

Thank you.
Thank you very much, thank you.

God bless you. Thank you.

The defendant is discharged.

♪

Come with me.

Don't go back there again.

I won't.

Give it half an hour
to calm down outside

and don't speak to the press.
Hmm?

Oh, 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

realized in the Brink's-Matt
robbery

- on the 26th of November, 1983.
- This is 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.

Let a judge see you
with your pants down.

See you there.

You find no gold,
you find no money.

Conspiracy is 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,
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.

♪

♪ Blinkered

♪ Paralyzed

♪ 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

♪