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You're going to the British Virgin
Islands.

You'll co-ordinate 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 will find Miller.

The DEA and British police
are here to arrest me.

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.

Hello, Joey.

Who is 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've got left.

I can't let it go.

I 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 yella.

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 bet
he ain't still got half of it.

Yeah.

And for what we did, Tel,
Brink's-Mat was the end of it.

Well, Joey, that's sort of 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.

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.
- Well, it ain't over yet.

I 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
of working to get him the sack,

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

But one way or another,

he'll be taken care of.
So, what you got for me then, Tel?

It's cocaine.

'Course it's cocaine.
Everything's bloody cocaine.

That's the other thing, now,
ain't it? The drugs.

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

because 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 Barclays,

got spangled on cocaine,

ended up turning over the florists
next door. How much cocaine?

Two tonnes.

What do you need from me?

Your name.

- You've got a name.
- Yeah, not like yours, Joey.

If two tonnes go on the streets 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 docks,

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

Him?

He's my nephew.

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

10%. That's five mil'.

Just for your name.

And for the chance
to show that blokes like us

can still pull off something like this.

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.

Armed police! Armed police!

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...

25 million.
I'll clean it for 25 million.

For $25 million, you will launder
$100 million?

Where's Campbell now?

Oh, 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, Guvnor, 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.

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.

My missus wants a tumble dryer.
It's my fault for moving to Surrey,

it raises expectations.

You two get the paperwork
from Campbell's office,

- I'll see you at the house.
- Hurry up.

Sir, this murder on the M25...

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

The name of their suspect -
it's an alias, sir.

An alias for whom?

OK.

I'll meet you at the airport, Harper.

I'll check us in.

Aisle or window, sir?

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.

Yes.

She's sure?

OK, thanks.

This is a Kent Police Investigation.

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, would be the Met.

Good luck, Biddiss.

Road rage.

Now that's what
the papers are calling it.

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 one in the afternoon.

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.

- You're late.
- Sorry, JP.

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.

The tourists want their deposits
back, Senor Palmer,

what do we tell them?

Tell them to read the small print.

That is your wife.

And...

..the other one.

Both of them, all day.

OK.

- Hello?
- What have you done, John?

OK, listen...

Why didn't you warn me about the TV?

Do you have any idea how
embarrassing this is?

Hang on, love.

- Hello?
- Last chance, John.

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

- One minute.
- John! Don't...

Erm, listen, love,
I'm going to have to call you back,

I'm in the thick of it here.

Don't you fucking dare!

Ugh!

Where's Miller?

And where's his money?

Shall we skip this stage?

I have limited time and I need to pack.

That's your plan, is it, mate?

To live in the arse-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 of the proceeds
of the Brink's-Mat robbery.

You give me that, I will pack for you.

Or we extradite you, and you
can pack for Wormwood 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.

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'd 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 got to have something about him.

You know Tenerife well enough
to know that

it is not a big enough place to hide.

- I'm not hiding.
- Mm.

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 who 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 are still with us.

We do not need to come for you.

All we need to do is stand aside.

- Buenos dias.
- Buenos dias!

- What a great day, eh?
- I see, I see...

Look, will you give me the usual?

- A short coffee?
- Thank you.

Buenos dias, senor.

Buenos dias.

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, Senor Palmer,

and this...

..is an old story.

Hola, amigo! Como estas?

What a beautiful day.
How do you say that, then?

Un hermoso dia.

- Un hermoso dia!
- That's it.

Here, give me four
of those lovely naranjas.

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

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Who's this?

My name is Lena.

I know John.

I'm sorry.

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 the locker.

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.

Pouring 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...

..it never was.

You've got Campbell's
files in there, mate.

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

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

Shit.

Two men in the jeep, sir.

They're just sitting there.

They're here for Campbell.

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.

Stay back. Piss off.

You know, Nic, in 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 fags...

..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.

You're wasted working with me.

Tell me about it.

It's coming to me, Nic.

It's emerging.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.

There are a few dozen

companies around the world
that the money moves between.

And it looks random, but 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.

0% interest.

That's what these companies'
bank accounts pay.

I've just bought a semidetached
in Sunbury, with a 14% mortgage

that keeps me up at night,
and Campbell's got

more than $100 million
collecting 0% interest.

Cos that's the deal -
for the banks to look the other way

while the money passes through them.

And I'm telling you, Nic, these
banks, they're not even hiding it.

These flowers don't fit...

..in his house, in his life.

These flowers don't fit.

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.

Two years we have been
investigating Senor Palmer.

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

- Hubris.
- Cocaine.

I believe the two are intertwined.

He admits to criminal conspiracy.

This means we can request
federal search warrants,

financial records and co-operation
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
for 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.

Here he is, mi amigo.

Como estas?

Oh, them naranjas was lovely,
by the way.

Er, muy bueno!

That's right, innit? "Muy bueno"?

And a couple of lemons.

- Negroni, is it?
- Oh, that's Italian.

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 Tortolans
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.

Hmm.

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 is 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?

Olives.

That's what this place was 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
were worth more than gold.

You should have nicked a load of
olives, Kenny, then you wouldn't be here.

Who's she?

Housekeeper. She don'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 out of that?

Got a dentist's 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.

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.

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, we watch...

..we look for weakness.

OK.

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.

Back in a bit.

What? Harper!

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 'em 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.

It's not good to see me, John.

She phoned me.

Who?

No.

No more.

How many others?

Whatever she said, it's a pack of lies.

How many babies?

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.

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 any more.

I can't ignore it any more.

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.

You're the same as all the others.

You think I'm finished.

You think you can just...

..pick me off.

Well, I'm going to tell
you what I've told them.

I'll decide when I'm finished!

And I'm a long way from that!

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

and 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 is 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.

Not completed?!

We've been to the site -
you've not even dug a hole!

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 address.
We will be in touch.

Back to the airport, please.

This better be good.

Give the Spanish the money
laundering, you don't need it.

Palmer's accounts showed 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.

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 Magdelene 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.

Magdelene 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.

Magdelene Holdings.

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

We've already worked that bit out, Nic.

Oh, yeah? What about the account number?

You sent the money from it
for the school.

Hmm.

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

Come back to England,
co-operate with us on that,

and then fight it out in court with
the Americans for the rest of it.

A few months open prison in England,
then it's back into your world.

You could be doing what you
do in the City by Christmas.

Just take one step back over
the line to not get nicked for it.

I, erm... I 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,

and round-the-clock armed protection.

What does Witness Protection
involve in England?

Bus pass and a false moustache?

Let us speak to our guvnor,
he could pull a few strings.

Why not?

Hello?

Where the fuck have you been?

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 a drink.

For Noye,
it was hearing there was a lock-up

full of gold in South London
that needed moving.

But you weren't an armed robber,

and you weren't a South Londoner.

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.

And 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.

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 ten years.

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

You look tired.

It's OK 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 do 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.

That's lucky...

..because I ain't done running.

There is a contract out on your life.

£1 million 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.

How's that wife of yours?
Still lumbered with you?

Hi.

Gracias.

What's going on with Chelsea?
You up the Bridge on Saturday?

Isn't it boring living here,
once you take away the sunshine?

I would have thought you'd found it
hopelessly exotic.

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

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

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

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

I failed my degree at 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 nadir.

Brink's-Mat is 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 is travelling, but we'll match
whatever the Americans offer,

even if the guvnor 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.

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've just got to catch Miller.

$60 million and it feels like we lost.

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

Ingles?

Hola, Charles.

Football.

Dos minutos.

Soy Maradona.

Eres Terry Butcher.

You know, son, you can be anyone
you want to 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'd pick Terry Butcher

is fucking insane.

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

You be anyone you want,

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

OK, Charles.

We cannot help you.

Yeah, you can.

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
withdrawals from this bank,

and I reckon that means you know
where he is.

He says you must go.

Yeah, I got that one.

How did you get out here, Kenny?

With a bit of help. You?

Ferry to France, train
through the Pyrenees.

The villains' 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.

And 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, innit?

Yeah.

Which is why I admire you,

and the others who did it with you.

Did what?

Brink's-Mat.

With all due respect, Joey,
if I never have to talk about

Brink's-Mat again, I'll be a happy man.

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 kind of time,

you've got to find another way out.

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've 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, well, it can take you
down some roads that ain't much fun.

What with the boredom...

..and the fear, the paranoia.

Spending every day wondering
who's coming for you.

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

I hate them.

I hate what they've become.

But I understand them.

- McLean.
- 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.

- Hi.
- Here she is.

Another hard day at the office?

Another hard day drinking beer?

- I've been playing football, ain't I?
- Hmm.

Here, I've sent the boy out
for some cold ones.

Take a seat, put your trotters up.

Get the plane ready.

Er, yeah.

I don't know yet. Just get it ready.

OK, OK, OK.

Ah, ah!

This is it, Palmer!

Get in!

Thanks, darling.

- Another?
- No, no.

You know what, Joey?
I think I'm going to 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 did you forget that one, Joey, hmm?

How do YOU forget not to ask questions?

Because you ain't that old,
and you're 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.

Armed police!

Hands where I can see them!

All right, all right!

Hands where I can see them!

Clear!

Don't worry, Joe, he ain't got nothing.

Show me your hands!

Senor?

Tunnels.

Ingles! Ingles! Policia! Policia!

Ingles! Ingles!

Policia!

Sorry, babe.

Argh! Ah!

Palmer!

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