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You're going to the British Virgin Islands.

You'll coordinate with the DEA

and use Baxter to get to a Logan Campbell,

who has control of Miller's money.

The quicker you find the money, the quicker you'll find Miller.

The DEA and the British police are here to arrest me.

(suspenseful music playing)

I chose Tortola.

- I'm on the run, John. - From what?

I need to go somewhere quiet.

I just offered to clean $100 million for you.

No.

I'll see you soon, John.

(suspenseful music playing)

(door closes)

Hello, Joey.

Who's he?

Well, I'm not making the drinks, Joey.

What you having?

Nothing.

Times have changed.

Times have changed.

Take a seat, Joey.

I didn't know you'd hung onto this place.

Oh, it's the only one I got left.

I can't let it go.

Suppose I'm getting a little nostalgic.

You're not alone there. I miss it something terrible.

What Soho was, what London was.

Yeah.

Used to be for what we do, there was a system.

The Sabinis in Soho, Ron and Reg in the east.

The Richardsons in the south.

Billy Hill in the north, some mad Irish bastard out west.

You could drop me on any street in London,

and I could tell you who ran it.

Now?

- Fuck me. - Yeah.

Turks, Albanians, some scrotty kids with automatics.

It's bloody anarchy.

And there's no respect, no recognition of what we built.

- Listen, Joey. - Where's the villains?

Where's the scores? The proper scores?

Well, Brink's-Mat was proper, Joey.

Three tonnes of yellow.

And how did that work out for them what done it?

McAvoy was in the nick in a week.

Lots of people got rich off that job,

but it weren't the six blokes in the van.

They say Miller's on his toes with half of it.

Yeah, he's on his toes.

But I be he ain't still got half of it.

- Yeah. - No, for what we did, Tel...

...Brink's-Mat was the end of it.

Well, Joey... that's sorta what I want to talk to you about.

The Old Bill ain't much better. Used to be personal.

You knew who was chasing you. You could plan accordingly.

But now? Fuck me.

- Yeah. - (Joey) It's all computers

and listening to your phone calls.

- And grasses. - Supergrasses, Tel.

That's what they call them.

Not grasses, not scum, not dead men walking.

There's a detective at the Yard turning over some

of the biggest faces in London.

I mean, Jesus Christ. How did we get to this?

- I don't know. - But it ain't over yet.

I'll tell you what.

That detective's got a bull's-eye on his back.

I'm glad to hear it.

There's enough of the old ways at work gonna get him the sack.

And if that don't work, he'll take a walk.

But one way or another, you'll be taken care of.

So, what you got for me then, Tel?

It's cocaine.

Of course it's cocaine. Everything's bloody cocaine.

That's the other thing now, isn't it?

The drugs.

I used to say to my lot, on a job, you drink ginger beer

'cause a shaky hand and a shotgun don't go together,

- do it, Tel? - No.

But now with the cocaine,

I heard of a young team in Clapham went to rob a Barclay's,

got spangled on cocaine,

ended up turning over the florist next door.

How much cocaine?

Two tonnes.

What do you need from me?

- Your name. - You've got a name.

Yeah, but not like yours, Joey.

If two tonnes goes on the street in my name,

there would be resistance.

But your name, yours,

it's got the weight that two tonnes needs.

Who's bringing it in?

They've got some bloke at Southampton Dock,

and a smart kid in charge who can move it all in a week.

- Him? - He's my nephew.

I know he is your nephew. I don't walk into a room blind.

10%. That's five mil.

Just for your name...

...and for a chance to show

that blokes like us can still pull off something like this.

Hmm.

All right then, Tel.

That's enough.

- Thank you, Joey. - Go on then, son.

You might not be a barman, but you can pour a ginger beer.

- (door thuds) - (officer) Armed police!

Armed police!

(children squealing)

(child) Come here!

(Tina) John Palmer claims to be a legitimate businessman,

even with his connection

to the infamous Brink's-Mat robbery.

And yet, in secret filming,

he offered a highly illegitimate service.

(John) $25 million.

I'll clean it for $25 million.

(Tina) For $25 million, you will launder $100 million?

(telephone ringing)

(dog barking in distance)

(suspenseful music playing)

(Boyce) Where's Campbell now?

Well, he's still with the Americans,

but I've got a plan to get him back.

Get Campbell to give up the money, then Miller.

In that order, Lundy.

Don't worry, governor.

I've turned harder blokes than Campbell.

I'm going to Tenerife with Harper

to get search warrants against Palmer.

I'll be in touch.

All right, sounds like we're nearly done, sir.

It's Brink's-Mat. It's never done.

Sir, can you hold on a minute?

I need my expenses put through.

The missus wants a tumble dryer.

It's my fault for making a salary that raises expectations.

You two get the paperwork from Campbell's office.

I'll see you at the house.

Hurry up.

(door closes)

Sir, there's a murder on the M-25.

That's a Kent Police investigation, and I have a flight to catch.

The name of the suspect is an alias, sir.

An alias for whom?

(suspenseful music playing)

Okay.

I'll meet you at the airport, Harper.

I'll check us in.

- Aisle or window, sir? - (door closes)

He feels like a window, doesn't he?

One of life's observers.

Is she a strong witness?

She's 17 years old.

She saw her boyfriend murdered in front of her.

She has the press all over her.

She comes here every day to look at photos,

and if she had her way, she'd be here every night, too,

if it meant catching him.

She's as strong as they come.

(sighs)

(telephone ringing)

Yes?

She sure?

Okay, thanks.

This is a Kent Police investigation.

(Boyce) And keep it that way.

People will come and offer help.

Some will be genuine.

Others will be something else entirely.

And I'll recognise them both for what they are.

Kent Police has changed, sir.

My team is small, but they are loyal, and they are straight.

My worry with this, with...

...with him, will be the Met.

Good luck, Biddiss.

Road rage.

Now, that's what the papers are calling it.

Sounds understandable, excusable.

I mean, everyone gets pissed off on the motorway, don't they?

That makes me angry, sir, because this wasn't road rage.

This was heinous, evil.

This was stabbing a kid to death

at quarter past 1:00 in the afternoon.

And I'll tell you something else. He was losing.

He went and got the knife because he was losing the fight.

Whatever Noye was back at Brink's-Mat,

he's different now.

More desperate...

...more dangerous.

They all are.

(door slams)

(door opens)

- You're late. - (man) Sorry, J.P.

Is he talking?

No, I didn't think so.

Don't worry. I'll get him talking soon enough.

Campbell's under our protection.

Does he know he doesn't have to be?

He has control of well over $100 million.

Your gold money is a small part.

The rest belongs to some of the most dangerous drug cartels

- in the world. - We'll...

When they hear we have him, they'll send someone to kill him.

We'll protect him.

With what?

With the lingering might of the British Empire.

Tortola's a British overseas territory,

which means that now we've enough evidence

to place British charges.

We can hold him under house arrest and apply for extradition.

By tomorrow, I'll have a federal witness protection order

to offer him that we both know he'll take.

Then we have until tomorrow to persuade him not to.

Now, go and get him before I nick you for obstruction.

(man) We want our deposits back!

(woman) We want Palmer!

(crowd screaming)

(woman) Fucking money!

(telephone ringing)

The tourists want their deposits back, Señor Palmer.

What do we tell them?

Tell them to read the small print.

(telephone ringing)

That is your wife.

And... the other one.

Both of them, all day.

Okay.

- Hello? - What have you done, John?

- Okay. Listen. - Why didn't you warn me

about the TV?

Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?

Hang on, love.

(Marnie scoffs)

- Hello? - Last chance, John.

Take me seriously, or I'll do something serious.

One minute.

John! Don't!

(Léna speaking in Spanish)

Listen, love.

I'm gonna have to call you back. I'm in the thick of it here.

Don't you fucking dare!

(suspenseful music playing)

(Marnie grunts)

(door taps)

Where's Miller?

And where's his money?

Shall we skip this stage?

I have a limited time, and I need to pack.

That's your plan, is it, mate?

To live in the ass end of America

and spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder?

- I need to pack. - And I need Charlie Miller

and half the proceeds of the Brink's-Mat robbery.

You give me that, I will pack for you.

Or we'll extradite you and you can pack

for Wentworth scrubs.

For an extradition order, you need evidence of crime.

Evidence of money laundering means finding the laundered money,

which you never will.

At Cambridge, we called that a Gordian knot.

Give me Charlie Miller... and we'll drop all British charges.

How would that work?

Tell me where he is.

Off the record.

Then sit here, enjoy the sunshine, wait for the Americans to fetch you

and we'll never file a single charge against you in England.

Or I stay on your tail

and try every trick in the book to drag you home.

And believe me, son...

...you don't want me on your tail.

(suspenseful music playing)

There's a small amount... of Miller's money in Costa Rica,

and it's getting smaller.

The fuck was that?

That was me getting a lead on Miller

and letting Campbell think he's won.

He has won.

You have him and his paperwork

until the Americans get their act together.

If you're that desperate to find the money,

you best get cracking.

Right then, have fun, won't you?

- Oh, he's in charge. - Why?

He was the youngest detective in the history of the Flying Squad.

He's gotta have something about him.

(vehicle rumbling)

You know Tenerife well enough to know that

it is not a big-enough place to hide.

I'm not hiding.

You sleep in that little apartment, drive that little car,

and only come here in the daylight, when it's safe.

When it feels safe.

I'm just keeping my head down

while I get everything back on its feet.

You went on television and spoke about us.

I never used your name.

If you talk like that on television...

...what would you say about us in a police cell?

There won't be no police cells.

No one can touch me here.

Why not?

Because of your pub bouncers?

I knew one day I'd have to fight for what I have here,

which is why I've paid who I've paid.

And the people that run this island have got my back.

So if you come for me... it won't end well for either of us.

The reason you're still alive is

because you're still with us.

We do not need to come for you.

All we need to do is stand aside.

(door closes)

(exhales)

(patrons chattering)

(people speaking in Spanish)

Bueno días, señor.

Buenos días.

(conversing in Spanish)

(vehicle rumbling)

Take out every penny you can from wherever you can.

Bring it here in cash.

I'll give you half.

How long do you have?

A day or two... maybe.

It's hard to say.

Where will you go?

I don't know.

But what I do know is...

...is that you were right...

...about what would happen with the Russians, about Tenerife.

I had this place, this island.

For a while there, I had it...

...and now I don't.

It is an old island, Señor Palmer.

And this... is an old story.

(door thuds)

(people chattering)

(Joey) Hola, amigo? Cómo estás?

What a beautiful day. How'd you say that?

Un hermoso dia.

Un hermoso dia.

That's it.

Now gimme four of them lovely naranjas.

And put 'em in a bag for me. I ain't a juggler.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Who's this?

My name is Léna.

(sombre music playing)

I know John.

(baby crying)

(Marnie gasping)

I'm sorry.

(beeps)

(baby crying)

(telephone beeps)

(breathing heavily)

(insects chirping)

Ah, cheers, mate.

What's Campbell up to?

Kipping.

Why didn't you tell me about you and the Flying Squad?

It was a long time ago.

All that shit I give you, and you had that in your locker?

(chuckles)

I went to a good school, Jennings.

I'll not tell you how good, or you won't let me forget it.

I wanted to be a lawyer.

Perry Mason, that was my man.

Poring over files, cracking cases.

But somewhere along the way... I ended up a cop.

And I hated the beat.

So, I badgered them to let me join the Flying Squad.

I think they thought it would be fun watching a 19-year-old

have a detective career battered out of him,

but... I never was.

(insects chirping)

You got Campbell's files in there, mate.

Why don't you go a little Perry Mason on them?

(both chuckle)

Well, if it's that or talking to you...

(siren whoops)

Shit.

(door creaks)

(officer) Two men in the Jeep, sir, just sitting there.

(Tony) They're here for Campbell.

(Nicki) They'll be armed, Tone, and we're not.

Radio for help.

Sir?

The car will take an hour to get out here.

They don't know that.

Urgent backup required.

Repeat, urgent backup required at the Campbell residence.

(dispatch) Received. All units to area call back.

(suspenseful music playing)

- Stay back. - Piss off.

You know, Nick, my first week on the beat,

I was with an old cop

when we got surrounded on an estate by a gang of kids.

And he told me to stop...

...and only look at him.

He pulled out his facts...

...and asked me questions.

About my life, about my family...

...about who I fancied in the Grand National.

And after a couple of minutes...

...I looked up, and the kids had gone.

He was teaching me the difference between threat and action.

That if you don't act, then they have only two choices.

They can act...

...or they can leave.

(vehicle departing)

(Nicki sighs)

You're wasted working with me.

Tell me about it.

(door clicks)

(people speaking in Spanish)

(door clicks)

It's coming to me, Nick.

It's emerging.

- Oh, yeah? - Hm.

There are a few dozen companies around the world

that the money moves between, and it looks random.

I reckon when I get into those movements,

I'll see that all the companies are decoys apart from one.

Which one?

I don't know yet.

Right.

(birds chirping)

0% interest.

That's what these companies' bank accounts pay.

I've just bought a semi-detached in Sunbury

with a 14% mortgage that keeps me up at night.

And Campbell's got more

than $100 million collecting 0% interest,

'cause that's the deal...

...for the banks to look the other way

while the money passes through them.

And I'm telling you, Nick, these banks,

they're not even hiding it.

These flowers don't fit in this house, in his life.

These flowers don't fit.

(Tony) That's probably why she shopped him.

It's her. That's how we get to him.

No, she doesn't know anything.

She thinks she doesn't.

(suspenseful music playing)

Two years we have been investigating Señor Palmer.

Then he flies to London and admits it all on television?

(Boyce) Hubris.

Cocaine.

I believe the two are intertwined.

He admits to criminal conspiracy.

This means we can request for federal search warrants,

financial records, and cooperation arrangements

to those around him.

That would be very helpful.

It will be slow, but this is Spain. Everything is slow.

These would be British charges.

The crimes were committed in Spain, and they will be charged in Spain.

This is our evidence, and I've been chasing John Palmer

a lot longer than two years.

When Palmer leaves a Spanish prison in many years' time,

you can arrest him on the way out.

For now, I thank you for your help

and would ask that you leave Tenerife

as quietly as you arrived.

Of course, there is another way this could go.

Another justice that Palmer might face.

Where did you get this?

Interpol.

It is a popular sport, the hunt for John Palmer.

(suspenseful music playing)

(scooter rumbling)

- (engine pops) - (John gasps)

(keys clicking)

Here he is! Mi amigo! Bueno estás?

Oh, them naranjas was lovely, by the way.

Muy bueno.

That's right, innit? Muy bueno.

And a couple of lemons.

Los limones, is it? That's Italian.

(suspenseful music playing)

Looking for me?

Who the fuck are you?

Who sent you, Joey?

Christ! It's Kenny Noye.

Hello, son.

Well-done on Brink's-Mat.

Fancy a bit of lunch?

I don't know anything about what he did.

Didn't you ever look around

and wonder where the money came from?

There are more companies registered in these islands

than there are people who live here.

Do you think it is Tortolians registering

those companies, hiding that money?

It is rich people from rich countries hiding money here,

cleaning it, and then taking it back.

So, detective, when you walk the streets of London,

don't you ever look around and wonder

where all the money comes from?

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

- You're too good for him. - Hm.

When we met, he was different.

But whatever he's done here,

it took more from him than he would admit.

He's leaving, probably with the Americans.

He's a businessman. He will take the best deal.

I'm sure this place will be better off without him.

He did some good here with the money.

Oh, yeah? What's that, then?

(Joey) Olives. That's what this place is built on.

They grew 'em up in the hills, brought 'em here,

and cured 'em in salt, down there in tunnels.

And pound for pound, those olives are worth more than gold.

You should've nicked a load of olives, Kenny.

Then you wouldn't be here.

- Who's she? - Housekeeper.

She doesn't speak English,

and she don't read English newspapers.

I heard you got turned over, Joey.

You heard right.

My oldest mate turned supergrass, sold me down the river.

How'd you get outta that?

Got a dentist appointment on remand, went out a window.

And now here I am, on me toes, just like you.

And you're not long out,

which makes me wonder if you're hiding from the Old Bill

or some of our lot.

(birds chirping)

You're living well.

If you come over here and look weak,

you get picked off.

Money protects you for as long as you've got it.

Oh, yeah, you ain't staying in that shithole, son.

You'll stay here with me, under my protection.

And I could do with the company.

Is he in there or what?

Mr Palmer is not available today.

May I enquire as to the plan?

I'm retiring soon, Harper.

There are a few things I need to see before I do,

and one of them is John Palmer in the dock at the Old Bailey.

So, that is why I remain in Tenerife

in a hot car with you.

So, how do we get him?

We wait, or we watch.

We look for weakness.

Okay.

It's just I packed relatively lightly

and, no easy way to say it,

I'm going to hit an underwear crisis relatively soon, so...

Silence tends to be best in these situations.

(people shouting)

Back in a bit.

What?

Harper?

(traffic whooshing)

(people shouting)

(snorting)

I knew it.

Knew what?

When I watched you on TV humiliating yourself,

I knew you were on something.

I was stitched up... and I'll be suing them for it.

Look, love, you should have checked before coming here.

What would I have to check?

I mean, it's good to see you. Yeah.

It's not good to see me, John.

She phoned me.

- Who? - No.

No more.

How many others?

Whatever she said is a pack of lies.

How many babies?

(sighs)

Look, we can discuss it.

I just need a bit of time to smooth things out.

And to think I stood by you through it all.

Brink's-Mat, the press, the trial.

What a fool.

You're not a fool.

I've lost any respect I ever had for you.

(scoffs)

Like the money, though, don't you?

And the life that comes with it.

I used the money to distract myself...

...from what was happening to us.

But I can't distract myself from it anymore.

I can't ignore it anymore.

What's this?

I'm leaving you.

I've got two girls to look after, and I need to protect my future.

We can do a deal.

No, John, this isn't about making a deal.

(sombre music playing)

You're the same as all the others.

You think I'm finished?

You think you can just pick me off?

Well, I'm gonna tell you what I told them.

I'll decide when I'm finished!

And I'm a long way from that!

(sombre music continues)

When you're in a cell, John, like your dad,

and you're wondering how you got there,

I want you to think about the gold.

That's where you'll find answers...

...to what happened to you,

to what happened to us.

It was the gold.

Where's Palmer?

He's a bloody liar.

He's had our deposit for a year. We've not heard a peep.

The apartments are not completed.

Huh! Not completed?

We've been to the site. You've not even dug a hole.

(secretary) Mr Palmer will be in touch

with everyone very soon.

Get him down here.

He can give us some of his bloody gold money for all I care.

We have all your names and addresses.

We will be in touch.

Back to the airport, please.

(engine rumbling)

This better be good.

Give the Spanish the money laundering.

You don't need it.

Palmer's account shows signs of fraud,

which we ignored to get to the money laundering.

But I think the fraud is bigger than we thought.

And, more importantly, the victims are British.

That is a large-scale fraud case,

tried in England with a financial penalty

of tens of millions of pounds and a lengthy prison sentence.

There's your Old Bailey trial, sir.

The slight caveat, of course, is that you need

to persuade him to come back to England

and face the charges.

(birds chirping)

Humility in victory.

Perry Mason taught me that.

When you crack the case,

you do so with a little restraint, a little grace.

What does victory look like to a man like you?

It looks like... Modelling Holdings.

Took me a while to notice it,

which was your plan, of course.

All the other companies are so busy, so distracting,

sending all that money around the world

and back and forth to each other.

But then I realised that it wasn't real.

It was just the same money rotating,

a diversion from the one company

that doesn't send any money anywhere.

Just receives it.

Modelling Holdings.

You're less than halfway there.

It's not the company name you need.

It's the account number, which you won't find in there.

Didn't Perry Mason usually win? I'm sure he used to win.

Modelling Holdings.

I'm afraid that's not the dramatic return you envisaged.

We've already worked up that end, Nick.

Oh, yeah? What about the account number?

You sent the money from it for the school.

Hm.

We are only interested in the Brink's-Mat money.

Come back to England, cooperate with us on that,

and then fight it out in court

with the Americans for the rest of it.

Few months, open prison in England.

Then it's back into your world.

You could be doing what you're doing in the city by Christmas.

Just take one step back over the line

to not get nicked for it.

I, erm, haven't slept well since boarding school,

which means I saw them when they came for me last night.

Next time, they'll come harder.

The Americans have offered me a new identity,

financial support, around-the-clock armed protection.

What does witness protection involve in England?

Bus pass and a false moustache?

Let us speak our governor.

He could pull a few strings.

Why not?

(door clanks)

Hello?

Where the fuck have you been?

(door thuds)

(Boyce) I think sometimes about how you and the others got involved.

For McAvoy, it was hearing there was a guard

at the Brink's-Mat depot who liked to drink.

For Noye, it was hearing there was a lockup full of gold

in South London that needed moving.

But you weren't an armed robber...

...and you weren't South London.

You could have lived down in Somerset

in that nice home of yours with that nice wife.

And you could have said no.

You could have said no to Noye, and he couldn't touch you.

But instead here you are in a basement in Tenerife

as life collapses around you.

Well, you're here too, Mr Boyce, chasing what you've never caught.

It is only when the chase is over that you know what you've caught.

I hear Charlie Miller slipped your net.

(Boyce) And who might have told you that?

I keep my ears open.

Where's Noye?

No idea.

If you knowingly aided the escape of a murderer,

then that's another 10 years.

You won't be handing out any years in Tenerife.

You look tired.

It's okay to be tired when you're so close to the end.

I'll be choosing my ending.

And it ain't this and it ain't you.

Miller has the best thief taker in the Met on his tail.

Noye has a team of detectives chasing him

who can't be got at, and you have me.

We'll get the lot of you.

How'd you figure that?

Because all three of you are labouring

under a misconception.

You believe that we fear the chase.

If there's a chase, then there is a target.

If there is a target, then our work is nearly done.

And what is left is the easy part.

We do not fear the chase, Palmer.

We welcome the chase.

(chuckles)

That's lucky... 'cause I ain't done running.

There is a contract out on your life.

(suspenseful music playing)

One million pounds is what you're worth dead.

I'm worth a hell of a lot more than that alive.

Are you sure?

You've always gone about your business

in the right way, Mr Boyce.

Which is why I'll let you leave of your own accord.

Come home.

I'll charge you, you'll fight it, and then we'll see where we end up

when the chase is over.

I've beaten you once.

Then come back to England and try to beat me again.

(door creaks)

(door thuds)

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

Hey.

(housekeeper speaking in Spanish)

- Gracias. - (housekeeper speaking in Spanish)

(Joey) What's going on with Chelsea?

You up the bridge on...

Yeah, they wanna settle at the moment.

They're bloody clueless.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

So how's Mick?

Innit boring living here, once you take away the sunshine?

Would've thought you'd found it hopelessly exotic.

(scoffs)

That's the thing. Where I'm from, house like this,

no matter how you got it, it comes with a bit of pride.

Where you're from, house like this and how you got it,

well, I don't know how much pride there can be in that.

(birds chirping)

I failed my degree in Cambridge.

My father did a deal with the dean.

They'd give me a third-class degree so long as I didn't humiliate them

by putting it to the test.

I was dispatched abroad.

A few years ago, I attempted a glorious return,

hired a Rolls-Royce.

My father, he congratulated me on reaching a new... an idea.

Brink's-Mat's about as big a story as it gets over there,

is it not?

My role couldn't have failed to be attractive to the press.

I was banished here in shame.

I cannot go home dragging more.

Boyce's travelling, but we'll match whatever the Americans offer.

Even if the governor has to go to the home secretary.

You two should be proud of the job you've done.

I'm sorry it's been in vain.

A nobody. That's who you'd be in America.

With everything you've been given in life,

is that really how you want it to end?

I'd rather be a nobody in America than a failure in England.

(sighs)

If you catch Miller,

then this becomes a conspiracy with RICO charges,

which means that financial penalties can be multiplied.

Your share could be $50, $60 million.

You just gotta catch Miller.

$60 million, and it feels like we lost.

And there won't be a penny if Lundy doesn't get Miller.

(bell clanging)

(knocking on door)

(suspenseful music playing)

(knocking on door)

(child speaking in Spanish)

Hola, Charles.

Football?

(Charles speaking in Spanish)

(child speaking in Spanish)

You know, son,

you can be anyone you wanna be in this life

if you put your mind to it.

So, from all the people I could be in this world,

the idea that I pick Terry Butcher is fucking insane.

So I'll be Millwall, the pride of South London.

You'll be anyone you want,

and I'll still turn you over like I always do.

Okay, Charles.

(manager speaking in Spanish)

We cannot help you.

Yeah, you can.

(manager speaking in Spanish)

Would you go into a bank in London

and ask them to talk about their clients?

Bloody right I would.

Look, Charlie Miller's been making withdrawal from this bank,

and I reckon that means you know where he is.

(manager speaking in Spanish)

He says you must go.

Yeah, I got that one.

(manager speaking in Spanish)

(bike creaking)

(engine starts)

(engine starts)

How'd you get out here, Kenny?

With a bit of help. You?

Ferry to France, train through the Pyrenees.

The villain's route.

Who runs them? The supergrasses?

One detective at the Yard.

You got a name?

You looking to apply?

No, I never got a name.

I can't get my head round that.

In my day, we'd come together, work out who we had at the Yard,

and take care of this detective for the greater good.

But now, well, it's every man for himself, isn't it?

Yeah.

Which is why I admire you

and the others who did it with you.

Did what?

Brink's-Mat.

(lighter clicks)

With all due respect, Joey,

if I never have to talk about Brink's-Mat again,

I'll be an happy man.

(birds chirping)

You know, that lot,

the supergrasses... I understand them.

I'd put a bullet between their eyes,

but I understand them.

If they're bang to rights for 15, 20 years,

that's a death sentence at their age.

If you're looking at that kinda time,

you've gotta find another way out.

Now you and me, we did it the old-fashioned way.

Left whatever we had in the blink of an eye,

took to our heels.

But this life, it ain't easy.

Looks pretty easy to me, Joey.

Well, it starts all right.

You got money, the sun's shining, and you ain't in the scrubs.

But life ain't about how things start, Kenny.

Life's about how things end.

And this life work can take you down some roads

that ain't much fun,

what with the boredom, and the fear

and the paranoia...

...spending every day wondering who's coming for you.

So, I understand the ones that take the other way out.

I hate 'em.

I hate what they've become.

But I understand them.

(telephone rings)

(rings)

- McClean. - Boyce.

I read Lundy's file on the flight back.

Or at least the bits of it I could.

Half of it's redacted.

The supergrasses.

What about them?

Lundy ran them... and it didn't end well.

(children cheering)

(barbecue sizzling)

(woman) Hi.

(Charles) There she is. Another hard day at the office?

Another hard day drinking beer?

Been playing football, hadn't I?

Here, I'll send the boy out for some cold ones.

Take a seat. Put your trotters up.

Get the plane ready.

Yeah, I don't know yet.

Just get it ready.

(snorting)

Oh, fuck.

(suspenseful music playing)

Okay, okay, okay.

(door clicks)

(dog barking)

(gun fires)

(John groans)

(dogs barking)

(gun fires)

No! No! No!

Fuck! Fuck!

- (gun fires) - No! No!

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(suspenseful music playing)

Palmer!

(dog barking)

(gun fires)

This is it, Palmer!

(tyres squealing)

Get in!

(tyres squealing)

(driver shouting in Spanish)

Thanks, darling.

No, no.

You know what, Joey? I think I'm gonna get going.

Where's the other half then, son?

Half of what?

The gold.

Is it with Miller?

I don't know Miller.

Palmer's busy I hear, over in Tenerife.

I wouldn't know about that.

I'm sorry, son.

I just miss it, you know?

The action.

I understand that.

With everything you've done,

all them scores,

all that time inside...

...and all the things you've learnt along the way,

like not to ask questions.

How'd you forget that one, Joey? Hmm?

How do you forget not to ask questions?

'Cause you ain't that old, and you ain't that stupid.

So, what are you, Joey?

What have you become?

Have you had a nice day, Kenny, here with me?

Yeah.

Remember that, will you, son?

Remember that I gave you a nice day.

(suspenseful music playing)

(door closes)

Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Hands where we can see them.

All right, all right, all right!

(officers shouting)

(man) Don't worry, Joey. They ain't got nothing.

(officer) Show me your hands!

(pounding on door)

(housekeeper) Señor?

Tunnels.

(suspenseful music playing)

(speaking in Spanish)

Inglés! Inglés! Policía! Policía!

Inglés! Inglés!

Policía.

Sorry, babe.

(tyres squealing)

(grunting)

(tyres squealing)

(tyres squealing)

(police officers shouting)

(gun firing)

(panting)

(panting)

- (gasping) - (gun fires)

(gun fires)

(rock music playing)

# Breathe the pressure.

# Come play my game, I'll test you.

# Psychosomatic, addict, insane.

# Breathe the pressure.

# Come play my game, I'll test you.

# Psychosomatic, addict, insane.

# Come play my game.

# Inhale, inhale.

# You're the victim.

# Come play my game.

# Exhale, exhale, exhale. #