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

of people who didn't
expect to have it.

The only way the gold
turns into money is

if they manage to sell it
back into the market.

It's not hard to shift a bar, Kenny,

but what you're talking about,
that's a different level.

You need a team to do it.

You need paperwork for every stage.

You need a lot of people
looking the other way.

And the people you're talking about,

the ones that come from something,
we're going to need one of them.

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

I can handle a million a week.

Brian Reader? Are you sure?

100%, sir.

Something's going on in Kent.
How long to catch them?

Mm, a month.

Two at the most.

There we go, come on.

Move!

There we go!

Move, come on!

There we go, fast, fast.

Move, move, move, move.

0-9-50.

Brian Reader arriving
at the home of Kenneth Noye.

Did you get him?

No, not clearly.

I'll get him on the way back.

Got him.

It appears we've found the first
link in the chain.

Kenneth Noye has the gold.

Brian Reader is moving it.

If we can prove that, then
we can move on to more interesting

areas like our gold merchant.

Tell us about the house.

Wish I could, sir.

Couldn't see much

Security?

Camera on the gates.

Couple of dogs chained up.
Nothing significant.

Right, let's speak to air support.

Get some aerials. Pull the land
records and check on the neighbours.

Oh, and we have this tracker
for a week,

before Belfast notices it's gone.

Let's see where Reader's going.

Oh, I'm getting goose bumps.

He's like, um,
he's like Wellington in Waterloo.

You know in the...

Cheers, fellas.

Wha-what's this, then?

Tenerife.

We leave on Friday. Two weeks.

I can't. You can.

I'm not finished.

You can't live like this, John.

You're working every night,

breathing in God knows what then
driving half asleep

to every market in England.

You're going to kill yourself.

We're going on holiday!
Yeah, so I hear.

Can you read it to me?

No. Please?

I said no!

Right?

Hey.

Your daddy's tired, OK, sweetheart?

You go on up,
I'll come read it to you.

Yeah?

Whatever it is,
it can wait two weeks.

Sir?

We're having a little difficulty
with the land records

for Noye's house, sir.

Of course you are. They were placed
under the Official Secrets Act.

When?

1942.

If Reader doesn't go to bed soon,

we'll be clocked.

If we haven't been already.

We've been here too long.

He's got to go up at some point.

They'll be playing
the bloody anthem soon.

We can't wait that long.

Let's do it on the move.

That was gravy, that was, son.

Noye owns 20 acres from here
to here.

Somewhere in there are
three underground bunkers

used by intelligence agents before
they were dropped over France.

Officially they were sealed in 1945,

but if Noye's found them, one can
imagine he's put them to use.

The gold is either here or being
brought here in batches.

They knock off the serial numbers
then move it on.

We just need to follow
Reader to find out where it goes.

We'll set up surveillance points
here and here.

Fordham, you tell me what you need.

Brightwell, get yourself a spanner.

Mm-hm.

Got your phones back on, then?

They've not been off.

Really?

Why do you ask?

Nah.

He was kosher.

British Telecom.

Let's change things up.

What are you doing with that, then?

I'm trying not to do anything, Nic.

I don't want to be the copper who
loses his own wheel in a pursuit.

Here we go.

Suspect two leaving.

Unit one tracker live.

Unit one, proceed with caution.

Unit two to control.

What are our orders, sir?

Back to HQ and stay
off the frequency.

He's taking us round
the houses here, sir.

Then he's wary. Hang back.

Oh, shit.

Contact.

Did he see you?

Possible.

Let's see where he's going.

Heading south on Alma Road, sir.

Back into town.

He can't have much left in the tank.

That's a train station.

Ha, switching it up.

Clever boy.

How about a bit of shopping, Tone?
Hmm?

Ain't it your missus' birthday?

I've already got her a patio.

You got her a what?

She likes patios.

I think.

What chance have we got when
blokes like you buy us patios

for our birthdays?

Unit two, how far are you
from Reigate station?

Uh, unit two, ten minutes away.

We just went past the turn-off.

Unit two, Reader is switching to a
train.

Get on it.

Yes, sir.

You can have a lot of fun
on a patio.

Shut up.

My lot, they broke their backs
working these docks, Mr Cooper.

Now we own the lot of them.

How long for planning?

Sorted out enough councillors to get
it down to a few weeks.

I'll set up the sale.

Shame though, eh?

Not to see it through?

The money has to keep moving.

Besides, you had the vision, Gordon.

Anything that happens down
here now, you started it.

That should be a source of pride.

We used to come mud-larking
down here when we were kids.

Dig around at low tide...

..and find teeth, bones,
bits of old pottery.

One day we thought we'd go up west,

thought we'd have a dig around
in the mud in Chelsea.

Do you know what we found,
Mr Cooper?

Coins, jewellery...

One lady found a silver cigar box.

That's how deep it goes in this
city, Mr Cooper, the divide.

It's in the mud.

Edwyn.

You can call me Edwyn.

See you later, Mr Cooper.

It looks like we have our next link.

John Palmer.

Decent little record for fraud.

Director of a gold trader,

owner of jewellery
shops across the West Country.

This is our compromised gold
merchant.

I should say so.

Yeah. They've just filed their VAT.

Previous quarter saw
an income of £82,000,

this quarter was 6 million.

Why'd they report it?

Uh, well they have to.

The bullion merchants
reports the purchase,

the accounts have to match.

But, I mean, this is all we can see
without letting them

know we're looking. You'd need court
orders for anything else.

Well, we would,

but if they're paying VAT,

they could be inspected.

Fancy a trip to Bristol?

Him?

I'll do a little amateur
dramatics if that helps?

I shouldn't have thought so.

Hmm, I don't know.
You've not seen my Fagan.

Just get us what comes next.

I will. I will.

OK. No more big drops.

Too risky.

Jesus, Kenny.

We're changing it, right.

Smaller deposits, different banks.

OK.

And you'll drive yourself.

I've got to keep my
head down, Jeannie.

Are you taking the piss?

And don't break the speed limit.

Ooh, there ain't much
chance of that.

Five banks. Five drops.

OK?

That's a lot of money, Kenny.

Yeah.

And I could do with an holiday.

When you get to my age, you need
a bit of sun to cover the cracks.

Well, not long now, Jeannie,

and we'll all be on holiday.

It's all there.

This is, uh, it's quite the year
you guys are having, innit?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's feast
and famine, this game.

Where are you selling it?

Um, domestic trade.

OK. Where are you sourcing it?

Uh, Constantino Precious Metals.

It's in Hatton Garden.

There's the importation licence.
Thanks.

It comes in through
a licensed importer

and we buy it in bulk
under the margins.

Clean it up, sell it on.

That ain't difficult.

Wait, have you...

..have you been there?

Where?

Uh, Sierra Leone?

He makes cowboy films, don't he?

Yes, uh, according to this,
you're sourcing the gold

from a single mine in, um...
in Sierra Leone.

I wouldn't know about that, mate.

Look, I left school awful early,
you see?

So I keep life simple.

Hmm. I buy gold for
cheaper than I sell it

and I pay my VAT.

Now, can I interest you in a little
bit of sparkle for the missus?

Look at that.

Thanks for your time.

I want out, John.

I think that's what's called
a moot point, Garth.

You can call it what you want.
I'm done.

This thing, it's a poison

and it's passing through us.

And we've got to keep on going
until it's gone

and then we'll see what
kind of life we've got left.

My nerves are shot to pieces.

Yeah, well, your nerves weren't
great to start with, to be fair.

We've got to finish it.

When the gold's gone,
when the money's gone,

that's the finish line.

All we can do is run
a little faster.

190,000.

No, there's 200 grand there,
sweetheart.

No, there's not.

Unless you've dropped one of these.

Shit.

Oh, Christ.

Reported it to who?

The Old Bill.

You what?

I panicked a bit.

A bit?

I thought someone might hand it in.

It's posh down there.

That's what posh folk do,
they hand things in.

Jesus Christ.

I didn't want you to
think I'd nicked it.

I wish you had nicked it!

I wish you'd nicked
the bloody lot of it!

Well, they won't know it's yours.

Yes, but, Jeannie, they're
a lot closer to knowing that

than they were this morning!

Sorry, Kenny.

Let's just leave it.

Le...

Well, that might not
be our decision.

Sierra Leone?

It's-it's smarter than it sounds.

See, Sierra Leone has a lot of gold

and a government who sell it
to anyone who will pay for it.

So long as Palmer has that piece
of paper saying that a licensed

importer is buying it over there,
then the chain holds up in court.

Look, we know the gold's not
coming from that mine, right?

Which suggests to me
there is no mine.

You've just got to prove it.

This job is using up
every favour I've got.

There was something else
which I found interesting.

Palmer can't read.

Hmm, this is a right old lump, John.

It ain't pretty.

I'll have to mark it down.

Quite right.

How's the family?

Yeah, all right.

Mm, going on holiday apparently.

Ah. Yeah.

I'm away myself soon.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

India for a month.

See the family.

A month?

Don't worry, I'll get someone else
around here to look after you.

I'll see you before you go, mate.

One last lump.

Brightwell.

You're going to Sierra Leone.

I've had a world with Five,

they're going to find
someone to keep an eye on you.

Five? That's... He means...

That's MI5, isn't it?

Oh, Christ.

It's all gone a bit
Tinker Tailor, this.

I'll tell them
I won't go without you.

Sit down.

Do you know how I got here, sir?

Hendon, Hackney, then blackmailed
your Super into promotion.

Blackmail's a little harsh.

You're not going.

You can't send my partner
and not me.

It's too dangerous.

Well, if this job ain't dangerous,
you're not doing it right.

You'll be flying into a country
that's corrupt from head to toe.

It's a failing state and
heading for civil war.

Is that a situation that
would scare you, Jennings?

No, sir.

It would fucking terrify me.

But you can't send
my partner and not me.

It's not right.

Don't drink the water.

It's good they found it.

We don't know if they found it.

All we know is that
they want you in there.

Then let's leave it.

Walking about with ten grand is
suspicious.

Not turning up for it is worse.

You're going in, Jeannie.

What we don't know is
if you're coming out.

Would you feed my cat?

No.

Hmm-hmm. I'd like to clear
the account, please.

That's 700,000?

Yep, in 50s, please.

One minute, sir.

I know. It's concerning.

I'm calling it in now.
I'm on hold with head office.

£10 million in cash in four months
feels more than concerning.

What do I do?

Give him it slowly and be ready
to stop him from leaving.

So, what are you doing walking
about with money like that, then?

Oh, well, you know what these
builders are like, wanting readies.

Big blokes, too.

What's an old housewife to do?

Anyway, thanks, love.
You've done me a right turn.

Be careful. Yeah.

Oh, come on.
You've already counted it.

It's a lot of money.
Well, I trust you.

Excuse me.

Ah, that's it, love.

All done.

Hello, Mrs Savage.

Oh, hello, Danny.

Dear, oh, dear.

Did you get the uniform
for your birthday?

Well, I'm 18 now.

Oh, God. How old does that make me,
then?

How's your mum?
Yeah, she's all right.

Lovely. Well, give her me best.

Will do.

Jesus Christ.

We're all right, then.

We'll see.

Ah, they don't come back.

No, it different.

Christ.

It's like a bloody oven.

No. I've had 18 hours of you
asking if it'll be hot.

I'm not having the same again of you
talking about how hot it was.

I don't take it well, you know that.

I've told you about Torremolinos
and the walk-in fridge.

Yep, you've definitely told me about
Torremolinos and the walk-in fridge.

That saved my life, that fridge.

Constantino Precious Metals.

Huh.

Well, they've fooled this lot.

There's no gold here, my love.

You can stop digging.

You know that.

Yes, but the others don't.

Did you come here just for gold?

Yeah, we did.

Hey, hey, hey, look!

Run.

Let's go, go!

Quick!

Get in, Nic! Get in!

Get in, get in!

Right, drive the fuck...
drive the fucking car!

Get down!

Glad you came?

Have you got the money for more?

Of course.

My friend's selling
apartments in France.

Cote d'Azur.

Of course, I'd have
to come with you.

I have to work.

You own half of London now
and you've got to work?

Might be free this evening.

Yeah.

Why haven't you packed? Who's he?

Toby, the lad from the stables.

Do you trust him?

He picks up horse shit, John. I'm
not sure how much trust that takes.

Yeah, well, be careful who
you bring around here.

Why haven't you packed?

Look, this thing I'm in...

..one way or another,
it's going to end soon,

and, uh...

..I need to be here to
make sure it ends right.

I have no choice.

Oh, this is a choice, John.

And when you're back
out there, Constable,

pounding the troubled streets
of this once-great city,

you'll think of Caesar's wife.

Yes, sir.

Very good.

Thank you, Mr Cooper.

Give me a minute.

Everything OK, Edwyn?

Of course. Why do you ask?

I haven't seen you
down at our place.

A few issues at home, that's all.

Taking a bit of time off.

Well, take time off from here...

..take time off from the family,

but don't turn your back
on the brotherhood

and we won't turn our back on you.

Thank you, Neville.

We've identified the gold chain.

Now it's time to break it.

Christ, Boyce,
what's going on with this budget?

We had some unexpected travel.

To where, the bloody moon?

What do you need, Boyce?

Close surveillance in
London, Kent, Bristol

and Somerset for 72 hours,
which is the rest of my budget.

Good God.
It's a gamble worth taking.

We'll need search warrants through
Bow Street to keep them discreet.

I'll tell local forces
what I need to tell 'em,

apart from Kent, who will be
unaware of our presence.

Why?

I have reason to believe that
the suspect has more friends

there than I do.

If we don't tell the local force,
then you can't be armed.

The suspect has no
history of armed offences

and the team don't want guns
when they don't need them.

Clock's ticking, Boyce.

Do they have it, Boyce? The gold?

Whatever's left.

Then go and get it.

Ma'am.

Need.

Don't need.

Cooper.

Come home, Edwyn.

I thought you'd be
around in the morning.

Got a bit of driving tomorrow.

Oh, yeah? Where are you off to?

How about coming off the
fags for the winter, Dad?

You're driving an unmarked car.

What have they got
you doing now, then?

Give your lungs a chance.

Who do you think I'm going to tell?

The only reason no-one comes
to talk to you about me

is cos they know you've
got nothing to tell 'em.

No, it's because I'm respected.

I ain't got much, but I've got that.

Yeah, you got that.

It's a fever. Nothing more.

Keep her off school for a few days.

Thank you, Sidir.

Let me give you something
for coming... No.

Anything for Izzy.

Give my best to the old man, huh?

I will, Sidir, thank you.

I'll come back at weekends.

We'll attend events together...

..and we'll find a...

..a workable solution.

No.

If this is the road we are
going down, then we will assume

our natural positions.

I will take it all.

And you will leave here with
the clothes on your back.

Well, it's yours to take.

People made fun of me
for being with you...

..for being with someone
so overtly on the climb

with two wives behind you.

Two stepping stones to get to me.

And they made fun of me,
Edwyn, for letting you in.

"Easy to take in a stray," they
said, "hard to get it to leave."

Not so hard.

Well, if the money's been handed in,

it would have been logged and stuck
in a computer.

Right. And how do you get it
out of the computer?

God knows. There's only a few of us
can use the bloody things.

So, if it's in there along with
every lost umbrella in London,

I wouldn't worry about
anybody finding it.

You've got yourself a good
little dancer here, Kenny.

I'm knackered, Ken.

What? No, no, no, no, no. Come on.
One more drink on me.

Oi, uh, waiter.

Yes, sir. No, no.
Another bottle please, son.

No, come on, Kenny, it's my turn.

No, no, no. You take this as a
grateful thank you from the public

for keeping all them nasty
villains off our streets, eh?

Thank you.

Hold up, love, I think
I've, uh, left my wallet.

Can't be much left in it.

Here, just wait in the car.

I'll be one minute.

Can I help you?

Film.

Hello, Kenny.

Oh, my God. They haven't let you in,
have they?

I'm afraid so.

Deary me. We must be struggling.

All right? Look at you,
absolutely beautiful.

Hi, Kenny.
You keep a good grip on her.

I'll do my best.

All right, lovely. Have fun. Thanks.

What is it?

You know I don't like Masons.

Come on. What is it?

I don't like the way
you are with them.

Sucking up.
They're no better than you.

In fact, you're richer than
half of them put together.

I just don't like it.

Protection, Brenda.

That's what they are.

And who do you need protection from?

From the people who don't
like someone like me

having what I have and the people
who would try to take it back.

What we have, Ken, came through
hard work, honest work.

And they can't take
this away from us.

Only you can do that.
Calm... calm down.

I'm sorry I'm late.

When I got into grammar school,

my mum bought me this record
called Elocution from the Alps

by some old bird who ran a
finishing school in Switzerland

and spoke like the Queen.

And I only listened to it
once cos my old man said

that if I turned out
talking like her,

he couldn't have me in the house.

But I remember some of it.

I remember her telling me
not to drop my aitches.

The way you don't drop yours.

But every so often, after a drink,

you miss one.

And I think that's interesting,

that you have to work
not to drop them.

We should go to France...

..and we shouldn't hurry back.

Would we be running
away from something?

We're all running from something.

Hmm.

It feels like you've been
running for a long time.

Then I must be good at it.

What's the secret?

Knowing when to go.

How's it over there?

It's quiet.

You?

I watched this thing once
on television about how

sometimes on a beach...
it can go deathly quiet.

Not a bird in the sky,
not a bit of wind.

Sea goes all flat.

As silent as the world can be.

If all that happens, Kenny...

..if things go that quiet...

..it means there's
about to be a tsunami.

Good luck, John.

Good luck, Kenny.

Today we break the chain.

That's the easy part.

Gold. That's what we need.

Noye and Reader, that's nothing,

but Noye, Reader and gold?

That's bulletproof.

We know Reader doesn't stay long.
We know he's quick.

So, as soon as they're both
in there, we're in there, too.

I've got multiple operations
to co-ordinate,

but every decision
is made in my name -

when to go in, what happens
once you're there.

Trust your gut.

Do not worry about the consequences.

The consequences are mine.

Fordham.

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

Rather nerves than
overconfidence, sir.

It's different, isn't it,
from Ireland?

It's better, sir.

Living with the family.
Weekends off.

Something to be said for not

checking under the
car every morning.

That's true, John.

I don't miss that.

That's us off to Palmer's, sir.

People think jazz
doesn't have rules.

I find that level of ignorance
fairly infuriating.

I can imagine, sir.

Jazz has patterns, parameters.

And then within the parameters,
there is improvisation.

On a day like this,
the parameters are set.

We want to catch them,
they don't want to get caught.

And from there,
it's all about improvisation.

It's about instinct and ability.

You two possess
all of that and more.

You are a fine pair of detectives

and I thought I should
probably say that...

..once.

Thank you, sir.

Bring me back Palmer.

We will, sir.

Four teams - Kent, Bristol,
Somerset and Hatton Garden.

Ready to go, sir. Yeah.

If one team goes in, they all go in.

We can't let anyone
slip through the net.

WOMAN ON TV: Wonderful. Is that
the receipt you've got in the box?

MAN ON TV: We've actually
got the paperwork,

the receipt and the
actual instructions.

Fantastic. How long does it take

for a child's toy to
become a collectable?

Some of these aren't
very old at all.

Some are even from my childhood.

Don't look very busy, does it?

Nah. There's too many buildings.

If we hit the wrong one first,
he'll have time to react.

We need to catch him with the gold.

Come on, then.

What are you doing? Improvising.

Reader on the move.

You know, Harry,
when I joined the army,

I used to envy the generals
with their digs, with their food,

with how far back they got
to stay from the danger...

..but then I saw action and I
learned more in one day at the front

than in the 16 years before it.

And I didn't envy
the generals any more

because I knew I didn't
belong with them.

I belonged at the front.

Suspect two approaching.

Suspect two in the house.

One and two forward.

How's your wife doing, Brian?

Yeah, great.
Spending my money, you know.

Glad to hear it. Are you ready for
your dinner?

Always, Bren.

It's par-i-me-gana.

Giana.

That's what I said.

Yeah. I'll take your word for it.

Ken had it in some fancy Italian
up town and had me learn it.

Get back.

You see, that's what
happens when you

marry a bloke from
Bexleyheath, Brian.

They get ideas above their station.

Neil, out towards the fence.

Someone's out here.

We've got hostile dogs.

Dogs hostile, dogs hostile.

Man near John.

Man near John. Man near John.

Ambulance urgent!

Ambulance urgent! Ambulance!

Four to secure the location.

Boyce to control.

Go ahead, sir.

Send the other teams in. Copy that.

Good evening, sir.

Stay still.

Police! Police, step back!
Step back!