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This programme contains
some strong language

A major armed robbery
took place this morning

at a trading estate
near Heathrow Airport.

Six men broke in to
the Brink's-Mat storage depot

and made off with
what has just been confirmed

as £26 million worth of gold bullion.

The Metropolitan Police say

that the robbers are believed
to have South London connections.

Inquiries are being conducted across
London and roadblocks have...

You're going to go to your mother
and confess that you broke it.

But YOU broke it!

Yes, I know that,
but she can't divorce you.

What you going to do with that, then?

When Danny and I were inside...

..they gave us metal cups.

Which meant we always knew when the
screws were turning over the cells,

because the boys would start
rattling the cups on the doors.

An early warning system sort of thing.

I bet you two wish you'd had someone
to give you a little rattle

when I was driving down the road.

What do you want, Charlie?

Let's go.

You used to tell a good story in there.

Not much else to do inside
but tell stories.

Talked about growing up down here.

About the old tin mines.

About how there's that many of them,
you had to watch yourself

on the moors to make sure
you didn't fall down one.

And how if you did fall down one,

no-one would ever find you.

I need a mine like that.

♪ It's getting faster Moving faster now

♪ It's getting out of hand

♪ On the 10th floor down the back
stairs, it's a no-man's-land

♪ Lights are flashing Cars are crashing

♪ Getting frequent now

♪ I've got the spirit Lose the feeling

♪ Let it out somehow... ♪

You told stories too, Charlie,
when we were in there.

About all the jobs you'd done...

..and everyone you met doing them...

..and how that was all
leading to one job.

A last job.

And I reckon you found it.

A lot of blokes
in South London become villains

to be big men in South London.

I became a villain
to get out of South London.

I became a villain...

..so that one day I wouldn't
have to be a villain any more.

What happens now?

You go home and tell her something
that ain't this.

I spend a few years getting a suntan.

Then I come back,

and I see how far from South London

and how far from being a villain
what's down there can take me.

Look at that sun.

Ain't that beautiful?

Ain't that beautiful?

This is it, sir.
It always is with you two.

The car yard is owned by
an associate of Charlie Miller.

Is there a car yard in South London

that isn't owned by an associate
of Charlie Miller?

It's a strong tip, sir.
I know we've said that before.

You've definitely said that before.

Anything?

Not yet, sir.

Fill in the holes. Apologise.
I'm off to the Yard.

The Metropolitan Police
has many duties, Boyce.

Landscaping South London car yards
isn't one of them.

We have solid intelligence

that Charlie Miller was on
the Brink's-Mat job.

He disappeared on the day
of the robbery,

and we think he hid half the
Brink's-Mat gold before doing so.

You've been telling us about Miller
for a long time.

While digging holes all over England.

The word is, Miller is out of money,
which means he'll be back,

which means that wherever it is,

half the Brink's-Mat gold
is about to resurface.

We've reached the limit
of the support we can give you.

Support? I'm working out of
a basement at Tottenham Court Road

police station with two detectives.

Which means you can wrap it up quietly.

The job is only half done, sir.

The Brink's-Mat inquiry has been

the longest and most expensive
in the Met's history.

It has to end some time,
and these things never end cleanly.

We have a number of
outstanding lines of inquiry.

Two weeks, Boyce.

Can you buy me some time, ma'am?
What do you think I've been doing?

- No.
- We've had a new tip, sir.

I can see that from the coats
and the misplaced sense of hope.

- This one's different.
- They're always different, Jennings,

and then they're always the same.

They've seen Charlie Miller.

And they're going to see him again.

- Good morning, Mr Palmer.
- Sorry to keep you, Jerren.

Oh, no, Mr Palmer. You are the boss.
Never apologise.

How is the air, Mr Palmer?

- Would you like some water?
- I'm just fine, son.

- Two futures.
- That's what's in front of you.

There's the future that we represent.

- You know that one.
- It's not great.

Or there's this one.

And that's a future, Danny.

That's life right there.

That's hope.

You can't be choosing Charlie Miller
over that.

We won't let you.

Say what you want about Charlie Miller,

but he isn't in the business
of betraying people.

It doesn't matter how we got here.

The important thing is that
we're here. We ain't going anywhere.

Thank you, sir.

So, Danny, why don't you
do yourself a favour?

Tell us about that.

Don't know what that is,

but if you're nicking people
for getting postcards,

then you'll have a busy summer.

You know, Danny,
I spent years making calls

to chief constables asking for support.

And by now, if this was Surrey
or Sussex or, God help us, Kent,

they wouldn't even take my call.

But down here,
we have the advantage of novelty,

which means I have just secured
enough support from Cornwall Police

to either seal off the moors
around the mines for 48 hours...

..or to have a constable
sit outside your door for a year,

note every visitor, and follow you
and your wife and, soon enough,

your child, wherever you go...

..while I put you in the system
as a cooperating witness

and distribute that information
to every nick in South London.

Charlie's been waiting
his whole life for this.

He ain't going to get stopped
by three cops from London

who haven't found
a bar of gold between them.

Right decision.

Good morning.

Hello.

May I offer you some champagne
and the opportunity

to change your life with a
time-share here in Tenerife?

- Two glasses.
- Oh. Why not?

Well, this is more like it.

So there's a bus over there,
and only a ten-minute journey away,

there's lots more champagne.

Come on, love, let's go have a look.

The thing about holidays
is that, half the time,

they're no fun at all.

All that money, all that graft

for a week in some shitty hotel

that ain't nothing like the brochure.

And you're lying next to
a dirty pool and you think...

.. "Is this it?"

You thought life was going OK.

Maybe you were wrong.

Maybe this IS all you're worth.

Well...

..I've got good news.

That hotel and that holiday,

that life...

..it's not you.

This is you.

This is what you've been grafting for.

What you've been saving for.

This...

..is what you're worth.

You buy a time-share, and
one week a year you come here,

and you live like a king.

This is paradise.

And when you speak to this lot,

you're going to be surprised
how cheap paradise comes.

Where's the gold, then, Palmer?

Look, I'm just here to talk
about time-shares, mate.

I'm not buying a time-share
from a crook.

I was found innocent at the Old Bailey.

You don't get much more innocent
than that.

Please come with me, sir.
Yeah, I'm leaving anyway.

I wouldn't trust you
with my money, Palmer.

Well, I'll struggle by without it,
son. Yeah.

Yes.

I'm John Palmer.

Goldfinger.

And no, before you ask,

I don't know where the other half
of the Brink's-Mat gold is.

But if you do find it,
you'll let me know. Yeah?

And more importantly,
there's 20 of you here,

and only 18 time-shares left to sell.

So why don't you drink
the rest of my champagne?

And it's first come, first served.
Good luck.

Right. Who's first?

Sir, the first thing we need
from you is a deposit,

and that will secure your property.

Mr Palmer.

Sales team take it from here, mate.
I'm not looking to buy a time-share.

I'm from the Sunday Times.
We've been calling your office.

So you put him up to that, did you?

You're in our Rich List
on Sunday, Mr Palmer.

We can go with our figures
or we can go with yours.

Well, you'd best come with me, then.

Hello?

Buenos dias, Daniel.

Hello, Charlie.

I'm coming down to see you tomorrow.

All right. Yeah. Fair enough.

Everything OK, Danny?

Yeah. Fine.

Just having a cup of tea.

Not like that muck
they gave us inside...

..in those bloody tin mugs.

You're a good lad, Danny.

I'll see you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow, Charlie.

Here, look, the paperwork
isn't that difficult to understand.

Let's go.

That was a mistake.

What was? You don't want to be
talking to people like that, John.

Getting yourself in the papers.

Listen, Shirl,
they were going to write something.

I made sure they wrote what I wanted.

I'm in charge of your books.

People start asking questions,

it's me that could get it in the neck.

This is a legit business.

This is a successful business.

You've been a big part of that.

There's no questions
we can't answer. Good.

Then maybe you can help me
make sense of some of this.

I'm just a jeweller from Solihull.

You lot shuffle the papers.
I'll keep the wheels greased.

That's the kind of thing
I'm talking about.

Look where you are, Shirl.

Hmm?

Got a good job for good dough...

..out here in the sunshine.

It's a lot better than
where you could be, ain't it?

Yeah.

Yeah. OK, John.

All right, folks, I'm off.

Don't work too hard.

All right?

- How are you?
- Wet.

How's the old man?

- Dead.
- I'm sorry to hear that, Charlie.

Well, he lived the life, didn't he?

No-one can say he didn't give it
a right good go.

I need something that can take
a bit of a load.

That's an easy one.

Got all sorts here, pal.

Save them from scrap and patch them up.

Don't recommend MOTs, right enough.

But then, we don't sell them to
people that worry about

- that kind of thing.
- That's the one.

- Really?
- Yes!

Hey! Que pasa?!

Hey!

- Why are you following me?
- Que?!

- Don't give me that!
- Hey!

Ingles.

Hey, sorry, I don't understand!

You... are following me.

No, no, senora, I am working.

OK? This is my route.

We've driven round
half the fucking island.

You must be the busiest postie
in the business.

Look, the letters, the addresses.

Tell Mr Palmer why you are
following him. OK!

This is my route, OK?

Please, look, the letters,
the addresses. Come on! Please!

I don't want to see you again.

OK.

- Now piss off.
- OK, OK, OK, OK.

What are you driving around
with a shooter for?

I see what you do.

How you make the island look away
to let you make your money.

And I see how easy that money comes.

Oh, it comes easy, does it?
For now, yes,

because you are the only cowboy in town.

But that money will bring others.

When this island becomes
the Wild West...

..I'm ready for when that day comes,
Mr Palmer.

You should be too.

I know a lot more about money
than you do, son.

How to earn it,

how to keep it...

..and the kind of people
that try to take it from me.

There's nothing I'm not ready for.

OK, Mr Palmer.

All units, all units.
Target vehicle is inbound.

Past point Bravo. Stand by, stand by.

Vehicle approaching.

Vehicle is a brown van.

Should we stop him, sir?

Wait.

Sir?

- Take him.
- Take him.

Take him.

- Armed police!
- Armed police!

Out of the vehicle now!

Hands in the air!

Searching!

- What do you see?
- Clear! Just boxes.

It's not him!

Salesman, sir.
Tupperware, if you're interested.

Send them packing,
return to position, sir?

No.

Surprised.

- Sorry?
- You look surprised by the van.

Miller told you he was coming,

and yet, when you saw a van,
you looked surprised.

Why?

- We're going to the mines.
- Which one?

It's been a long time, mate.
I don't remember which mine it was.

Sorry.

Then you'd best remember fast,

or they won't be bringing you back here.

Let's go.

Welcome to England.

It looks cold.

It is cold.

But the beer's warm.

Where'd you get that pilot from,
then, eh?

Hit every bloody cloud up there.

I think that was just the beer,
JP. Yeah, well...

..you tell him to keep it fuelled
and ready.

It always is.
I'll be checking the mileage,

so don't you lot be flying off
to the Bahamas.

I wish. See you on Sunday, John.

A ghost.

That's what I am in England.

No passport control, no nosy bastard
spotting me in an airport

and calling the press or the Old Bill.

Because I beat them, you see,
the English police.

I beat the best they have.

And they won't forget that.

One day, they'll come back for more.

And when they do, well...

..let's see how they get on
finding a ghost.

Where now?

Keep going.

Stop here.

All units, stop here.

Received.

Where?

I'll show you.

- There's a better way in.
- Let's go.

Proceed with caution.

Armed police! Armed police!
Armed police!

- Clear!
- Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Cheeky bastard!

He's taken off the serial numbers, sir.

We couldn't prove it's Brinks-Mat.
But look how badly he's done it.

This half's going to move
cruder and quicker.

I don't get it. He had 1.5 tonnes
of gold down there,

and we stopped every vehicle
going in and out.

No, we didn't.

- Oh, my girls!
- Daddy!

- Oh, my girls! Come here!
- I missed you.

- Oh, I have missed you so much.
- Let me look at you.

- Oh, have you been growing again?
- Yeah.

That's a good suntan
for someone too busy to come home.

Suits me, though, don't it? Mm.

- Mm.
- Mm!

Ooh! Come on!
Come on, Daddy! Hold on, hold on.

We're going inside, are we? Come
with us! All right. Come on, then.

Have you bought us any presents?
You never know.

- Good day, Mrs Palmer.
- Oh, hello.

Oh, I lose again.
You're terrible at this!

Are you trying your hardest?

So you need a minder now, do you?

He's just keeping an eye on me.

Well, it's not like I can, is it?

We can have that argument
when I'm there, not when I'm here.

- I risk a lot to come home.
- Mm.

You risk more when you leave.

It's not forever.

You used to say it's not for long,
now you say it's not forever.

Look, I can't make a quid in England now

without the coppers asking
how I've made it.

I need to make enough money over there

so when I come back,
I never have to make money again.

Making money is what gets you up
in the morning, John.

I can't imagine you ever
not needing that.

Well, come on, love.

Eh? I'm here.

I reckon...

..we can find a better way
to spend our time than arguing.

So your minder will let you out
of sight for that, will he?

Yeah, a few minutes, maybe.
A few minutes?!

Yeah, well, it's been a while!

It don't really seem worth it.

Daddy, come and play!

Mm-mm-mm!

Daddy!

Erm, that...

- ..ain't over.
- I hope not.

What are you playing?

Hmm.

Ah!

That was quick.

I've got a job for you.

Ah.

I would like to access
the executive lounge.

And before you start,

I would remind you that I am
a loyal and frequent customer.

You can't get into the executive lounge

with an economy ticket, Douglas...

..as discussed. I have over
1,000 points in your loyalty scheme,

which surely buys me entry into...
1,000 points gets you a mug.

There is a man in there
wearing fucking shorts!

Would you like the mug?

You're a poxy bloody airline
in a poxy bloody airport

on a poxy bloody island!

Safe flight, Douglas.

There are many ways
a police career can end,

and this is one of them.

It can end with honour, respect,

and a carriage clock.

Or it can end like this.

While the panel had no option
but to clear you,

it noted a startling list
of transgressions -

deviations from accepted practice,
lack of communication,

and a reputation for...

So I'm cleared, then.

Resign today and I'll let you
keep your pension.

You've run out of departments
that will take you, Lundy,

which is quite the achievement.

The Lone Ranger.

Did you ever watch it, sir, as a kid?

Saturday afternoons? I played
lacrosse on Saturday afternoons.

Well, my old man worked Saturdays
down the mine,

and he'd come home covered in soot.

He'd sit on a newspaper
so as not to dirty the armchair.

He'd stick his feet
in a bucket of hot water,

and me and him,
we'd watch The Lone Ranger.

He worked alone, the Lone Ranger,
in that mask of his,

and no-one ever knew his name,

and every week he got told
a villain to catch,

and so he followed the clues,

and he spoke to
who he needed to speak to,

and by hook or by crook,
he found that villain

and he brought him in.

And then the credits rolled
and it was chips for tea.

Well, Lundy, that's a touching tale
from the provinces, but shall we...?

That's what this job is about for me.

It's not this place. I hate this place.

You know, I come here...
Every time I come here,

you give me a commendation
or you give me a warning,

and I'm not interested in either.
I'm interested in catching villains.

And when it comes to that,
I am the best you've got

and you know it. So why don't you
give me a villain to catch,

I can go back out there, I can
pretend to be the Lone Ranger,

and you can go back to your office
and pretend to be a policeman?

Sir, Downing Street.

Resign, or I'll have you
doing school visits

for the rest of your career.

I thought the Lone Ranger
had a sidekick.

Tonto, wasn't it?
Yeah. That was his weakness.

I learnt from that.

Give me a job, ma'am.

This is a mistake.

I thought you'd be impressed,
me being in there with that lot.

I know who you are.
I know what you've achieved.

I don't need to read it
in some newspaper.

I don't know why you want
anyone else to read it either.

Because it's an opportunity.

That bit you read -
"business interests in Spain."

That's what they put my dough down to.

No mention of anything else.
It shows that I'm legit,

and the more legit I look,

the further away I get
from that bloody gold.

No, I don't think this gets you
away from the gold, John.

I think it just reminds people about it.

While I accept that Cornwall
didn't go exactly to plan,

if the gold is on the move,
then that is a good thing.

You're not here to discuss
the gold boys.

Have you seen the Times?
I've been a little busy, ma'am.

The Times Rich List,
which is Christmas bloody day

for this country's establishment,
and there he is.

150 million, all built on Brink's-Mat.

And look who he shares
his position with.

John Palmer next to the Queen.
I realise this is not ideal...

This is a national embarrassment.
Our phones are ringing.

If the Home Secretary wants to
discuss it, I'm very happy to...

It's gone higher than
the Home Secretary.

I'm being sent across the park.
And you're going with her. Now.

I assume you won't be joining us,
sir. Christ, no.

Commissioners that go
to Downing Street don't come back.

If they need a head on a spike,
give them Boyce.

It'll come to you dirtier than that.
I'd hope so.

Who's smelting it for you, Charlie?
Gypsies.

- Clever.
- Can you handle it?

For the right price.

Take what you need to do it quick.

I'll be in touch.

What are you up to, then?

I've just gone through
Miller's criminal associates.

We spent a year doing that, mate.
Look where it got us.

Whatever he's doing right now,
whoever he's doing it with,

is in here. Yeah,
but there's 200 blokes in there

that will help him shift the gold,
and three of us.

We've got to do something, Nic.

You're right. The answer's in there.

But we're asking the wrong question.

This is exactly the kind of situation

- we need to avoid.
- Yes, Prime Minister.

The people of Britain are worried
about doing their bit.

This is the last thing we should be
reading about in the newspaper.

Of course.

How might something like this
not happen again?

Well, clearly this...
Stiffer money-laundering laws,

a new extradition treaty with
the Spanish, and adequate resources.

Then we'll put legislation
in front of Parliament

and speak to the Spanish.
That would be helpful.

And in return, you will ensure

the next time that John Palmer
is in the newspapers,

he'll be appearing at the Old Bailey.

With the right resources,
that will be achieved.

Good.

How are you, Douglas?

- Wilting.
- Whisky?

And what might pass for whisky
in a place like this?

Oh, only the good stuff for you, love.

If only.

Right, then, Douglas, take a seat.
I'll go and get me bits and bobs.

Well, if this is your good stuff,

you must be selling the punters
bloody petrol.

I'm a friend of a friend.

Of course you are.

This is South London.
Everyone's a friend of a friend.

I heard you can clean money. Did you
now? You're good at it, apparently.

Oh, am I?

Am I good at cleaning money?

First-class degree from Cambridge.
Top of my year.

One of the finest legal minds
of my generation.

All to sit in this shithole
drinking God knows what

and being told by yet another
Cockney knuckle-dragger

that I'm good at cleaning money.

I'd have been better off
driving a fucking bus.

- I've got a proposal.
- Oh!

Oh, he has a proposal!

Let me guess -
you turned over a post office

with a banana stuck down your jumper,

and now you need to hide ten grand.

Well, that should shake up
the world of international finance.

Coming to South London once a month

to help places like this
dodge a few quid in tax

doesn't sound like
international finance to me.

This is a temporary service while
I await the return of my licence.

It was two months of bird you did,
weren't it? Sorry?

For the cocaine.

That was an escalating sequence
of misunderstandings.

And I ain't looking for someone
with a licence.

Well, I ain't looking
for someone like you.

Because I am sick of people
like you with your brown envelopes

and your dirty fivers and your,

"So how does it all work, then,
Mr Baxter?"

So with some, but not much, respect,

why don't you take your little bag
of swag and fuck right off?

Because if you want this
to get physical, I would warn you,

I am a Cambridge boxing half-blue.

So if you wish to take this
to the cobbles,

I'll take it to the cobbles right now.

When I was a boy,
we came here to play football.

The Queen's house at one end
of the park,

the Prime Minister's house
at the other, and a bunch of kids

from Maple Street playing football
in the middle.

Well, that's how London was back then.

It protected the powerful,

but it didn't forget
to serve the people.

What's your point, Boyce?

If you can find the money
for me to bring down Palmer

and save Her Majesty
from being embarrassed,

then you can find the money for me
to chase the other half

of the Brink's-Mat gold
and whatever it turns into.

This country's heading
into a recession, Boyce.

We can't be seen to spend money
on wild goose chases.

I'll get results, ma'am,
with some extra manpower.

Well, on that front, you're in luck.

Thank you for having me
in your beautiful home, Mrs Palmer.

I hope that one day
I can build a life like this.

I'm sure you'll do just fine.

Thank you, Mrs Palmer.

I love you too. I'll see you soon. Bye.

Now, you need anything,
you let me know, yeah?

All I want is what we had.

I can't give us that.

But I can give us something better.

It doesn't have to be better.

That life was enough for me.

And if it had been enough for you,
then we wouldn't be here.

Come here.

I'll see you soon.

You want to keep an eye on that one.

I like him. He's ambitious.

Yeah, that's why you need to
keep an eye on him.

- Bye, girls.
- Bye, Daddy. Bye, Daddy.

- It can't be a coincidence.
- No chance.

- I have some news.
- Mm. So do we.

We can't chase the gold again, sir.

We don't have the time,
and it's probably gone already.

This time, it's only about
the money, right from the start.

So we thought about the money,
and Miller,

and how he'll need help with it.
Help that's in here.

And we noticed something, sir.

This is my news.

What? Lundy?

He's bent, isn't he?

Charming.

Cleared by a panel, love.

Its DI Jennings, and cleared by
a panel don't mean much.

You looking for Charlie, are you?

Yeah, of course you are. Cos he was
on the Brinks job, wasn't he?

Took half the gold
and then he shoved it down a hole.

- Didn't think to mention that?
- Well, the Met Police suspended me,

DI Jennings. They decided
they weren't interested in me

or what I heard.
Where do you want me, Boyce?

Sir. Right. Yeah.
Where do you want me, sir?

No overtime, no drinking at
lunchtime, and no Freemasonry.

If I charged my overtime,
I'd bankrupt the Yard,

I run at lunchtimes, and I'm a Catholic,

so I think the Masons would be less
keen on me than they are on you.

We have two targets -
Charlie Miller and John Palmer.

It's a bit bare up there, isn't it?
Not for long.

If we've learnt one thing
in the last few years,

it is to respect what the gold

and the money that comes from it
does to people.

Not to them,
but to the people around them,

those drawn in by greed
or ambition or fear.

Those with choices to make.

To stay loyal or to rebel.

To stay clean...

..or to get dirty.

Those people will make those choices,

and they will make mistakes,

and we must be there when they do.

Because right now, in the people
around Palmer and Miller

are those who will protect them
and those who will destroy them,

and we need to work out
which ones are which before they do.

We need to work out what danger
they're in before they do.

I don't know where this ends,
but I know that it's begun.

- Mm.
- That's the lot.

Shame. I was enjoying the air miles.

So?

- So?
- Where have you put it?

That is stage two.

I have been somewhat preoccupied
with stage one.

But it's tucked away somewhere?
Invested?

It's somewhere, yes.

I gave you my money

because I believed you knew
what to do with it

and I believed you knew
what would happen if you lost

a single note of that £10 million.

And you were right on both counts.

Then tell me very clearly

where every penny of my dough is
right now.

♪ I can feel the Earth begin to move

♪ I hear my needle hit the groove

♪ And spiral through another day

♪ I hear my song begin to say

♪ Kiss me where the sun don't shine

♪ The past was yours
but the future's mine

♪ You're all out of time... ♪